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"Over The Top!" was the battle cry of the First World War!
At the Captain's signal, from the trenches doughboys would pour!
Shoulder to shoulder with bayonets fixed, steel glinting in the sun,
On they rushed, some to live, others to die, to face the fearless Hun!
On they raced through no-man's land, through the mud and gore,
Midst the din of the muskets' rattle and the cannons' roar!
The once bucolic field was now imbued in blood with so little gain.
Alas, many were maimed and hundreds from both sides were slain.
Sleep doesn't come easily as gallant men await the break of day.
Thoughts of home and happier times helped their fears allay.
Many turned their dog-eared Bibles to the Twenty-Third Psalm,
To read by flickering candlelight that ancient message of calm.
Life in the trenches was certainly not a life of ease.
It was cold and damp with water up to the knees.
Mail was sparse and a warm meal was rather rare.
Occasionally, poisonous gases crept stealthily through the air.
Why do men press on in battle when they know they're apt to die?
Is it because of their Sergeant's leadership or his rallying cry?
Is it his love of country and freedom that he hopes will turn the tide?
Nae! He fears that he'll let his buddy down who soldiers at his side!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Never an academic
tragic at school
I just didn't get it
I learned bugger all
But is a desk natural
just look at a book
a pen and some paper
write what you took
all that sitting down still
not an evolutionary skill
long grass in a field
with teamwork to kill
the fact is hunting is learning
coordination and communication
synced movement not disturbing
alert, brave, unification
the strong and the tall
were the alpha mammal
but now it's the book worm
taking their turn
we look to intelligence
to guide us along
it's now mental relevance
over physically strong
now the alpha's the clever
they think up solutions
we forget the athletic
who enabled us humans
we needed the torso the legs and the arms
we needed the brain like we needed the palms
now we need eyes brains fingers and tongues
humans evolved to do less than they've done
apex at the top
but maybe that's your lot
the mighty do fall
when they slow down or stop
my castle is twenty-six foot high in the top of two cottonwood trees
My daddy made it for me, he called it a tree house, but it is my fort.
My refuge, my camouflage, my hearth, my home.
I can sit here all day with a pillow, a swig of water and seven books.
I would make it eleven books, but the library is chintzy.
They will only allow me to check out seven a day.
My castle is where I go when I want to remember the best days of my childhood.
Summer days, when I could do what I wanted when I wanted.
though it has been fifty years, I can hear neighbor’s voices, and I smile.
Remembering their conversations, their arguments, their personalities.
I will never have a castle any better than this.
I'm sitting on top of the world
You've certainly heard this before
But in my case it ain't just a happy old song
It's about love and so much more
Bout friendships and family and happiness
Bout the simple joys that abound
Think about all the good things you have
Be happy you're still above ground
Happiness is really easy to attain
It depends on what's up in your noggin
Think negative and life will always be negative
Thinking happy is like riding a toboggan
You'll have a blast and not only that
You won't feel the cold weather outside
It could even be minus twenty-five degrees
You'll be warm and cozy inside
Okay this is my own philosophy on living
A happy and joyful existence
Whatever you give, you get back in spades
It makes for a joyful existence
© Jack Ellison 2013
When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus. Then one day I realized the circus was life! Are we not the clown, the strongman, the freak, the daredevil? Is there not personal sorrow and the desperate search for pleasure? The flying trapeze man and woman are in love, and every performance, they risk the breaking of their heart. When one almost falls to their death, the audience cries out, and then claps even louder! The freak show is hidden in the back, though its location is well known to local politicians. Then to play the games on the midway, with its crooked carnies, rigged set ups, and worldly women. The city is 'the big top', its chaotic gyrations and jaded excitements, all part of the show. The grandstands are filled with 'television head' people, buzzing with excitement. See the eye of the tiger, hear the trumpet of that greatest of beasts, cowl at the jungle kings exclamation! Later that night, a young boy lying in bed, wonders if it was just a dream. Then, far off in the distance, a whispering growl was heard!
(My list is in no particular order of importance. All these poets are equally humorous for me!)
Jan is one great funny lady writing here at Soup.
Just beware; sometimes she finds humor in our poop!
Ilene Bauer uses humor very down to earth.
I imagine her a woman wise and filled with mirth.
For a long time, I’ve been friends with English bloke, Jack Horne.
To poetry succinct and clever I swear Jack was born!
Maurice (last name of Rigler) is another clever gent.
Well versed in grooks and cleirhews, he’s quite intelligent.
Maruice Yvonne, who writes free verse of which I’m very fond,
is also great with humor (and his real name is Armand!)
On the Soup’s Best Humor list are Skat and sis, PD.
Their funny bone they both are keeping in the family!
Hailing from Australia is a bloke named Lindsay Laurie.
Telling funny stories with an accent brings him glory!
Viv Wigley wrote a tale so funny I could almost cry.
It’s a rap about him crushing on a butterfly!
Arthur Vaso also is a funny brilliant guy.
With tongue in cheek and poking fun, Arthur’s flying high.
A lover of the limerick is Jerden (first name Roy).
And with this form we all can hope he's been a naughty boy!
Finally, my friend Tim Ryerson’s a funny man.
Of him and many other funny poets I’m a fan!
Written Dec. 12, 2015 for the Who are Those Funny Poets Contest of Judy Konos
(there are many other humorous writers but these are the ones that stood out for me as I attempted a top ten list! Others I have mentioned as favorites for humor can be seen at this link to my poem called “Five Funny Limerick Guys“): http://www.limerickpoemsandpoets.com/poems/humorous_limerick_poems
Every room in Scotland,
Whether inn or a hotel,
Had a comforter upon the bed
To serve most people well.
It was always white and fluffy,
Meant for coziness, I guess,
And at first, when snuggled under it,
I liked it, I confess.
But I always woke up feeling
Way too warm and yanked it free.
Then I had no means of cover,
Which just doesn’t work for me.
So each night I fought that blanket,
Sometimes off and sometimes on,
Thinking if I’d had a top sheet,
All those problems would be gone.
Now I’m sleeping in my own bed,
Comfy underneath the sheet
And if I’m a little warm, I simply
Kick it off my feet.
If you’re looking for a guy approachably honest,
A man who will stand by his word,
If you want a guy who prefers to be happy,
And won’t brag about how much he’s earned,
Treats colleagues at work with respect and regard,
Isn’t selfish or arrogant or mean,
Who lives for the good things enjoyed in our life,
Is proud to be healthy and clean,
Then I know a guy who fits in this mould,
He’s confident and clever and fun,
He can think of a solution for every small issue,
He’ll finish what he has begun,
He’s a man I know well, dependable and driven,
He’d be a valued and true employee,
He’d work with the team achieving the goals,
And his name, well hello, he is me.
Top of the Morning to you
It is a beautiful day, right cousin Lou?
Until the parade starts, what shall we do?
We have to entertain ourselves ‘til two.
My idea is to buy corned beef for Sue.
She is the best cook in Kalamazoo.
While it is on simmer, here is what we will do
Round up your harmonica and my kazoo
Top of the morning to you Bonnie McDew
Want to watch the parade with us at two?
You’ve invited too many women already said Lou.
Mrs. McLeary’s cow Bessie went “moo!”
I asked Bessie “Where is your cousin Stew?”
They were always getting into trouble, these two.
The horse tried to tattle, but his super long snout grew.
So I knew he was lying about Bessie and Stew.
Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth
Hair be it long or short power still stays
Mite of two, widows, others measure worth
Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days
We are born to this life as possible,
and grow by the choices that we create,
right or wrong, obstacle or optimal,
I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait.
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice of Heaven, state,
Heed Me, Heed Me, a sacrifice be made,
Abraham your son, a high place you'll take,
Issac the choice, you heed my voice, spare blade,
Amongst the thicket nigh a ram has strayed,
I am, that I am, what Heaven has made.