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A Yodel Poem

I get so bored and restless
On this walk that we call life
So I took up yodel lessons
Now I yodel out in rhyme

So sit back my friend and relax
As we have ourselves some fun
In what I hope is the first of many
In a long line of yodel poems to come

Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee!

It'­ll get your ears a flapping
So hang on tightly to those lobes
As  your knees begin a knocking
With the tapping of the toes

I know you must be thinking
As far as poems and yodels go
It's the perfect combination
Yodel-Ay, Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo

Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-A­y-Ee!



What you are witnessing here is the beginning of a phenomenon that is soon to sweep the nation...
Later in life as you are surrounded by your Grandchildren perhaps even your Great Grand Children and they ask you to tell them of the good old days you can explain to them about the time you remember when there was only ONE Yodel Poem. They may find it hard to believe my friend but you and I both know the truth...
Welcome to the beginning of Yodel Poem HISTORY! 
No need to thank me.


Premium Member Along the Ocean Shore

strolling all alone at the ocean shore
embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise
I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind
touching  tenderly my whole being as you again fill  my mind

I hear the yodel of the small waves
every melody  conveys message
leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish
once in a while, waves walk towards me
I can feel the tenderness of their kisses
they wrap around with  soft sand on my feet
great relief and happiness I feel

the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air
I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains
as  I start to see a new sunshine
I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine
only scars are left behind
to remind me to keep stronger
as I’ll move on in my life


Nov. 25, 2012

First Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes
Judged:3/6/13
Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD

Fourth Place
Contest: Synesthesia
Judged: 5/26/13
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Real Cowboys Don'T Sing Honky-Tonk Songs

When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff.
They leave that to rhinestone cowboys, considerin' it to be so much fluff!

Real wranglers sing about ropin' dogies and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Roundups, brandin' time and the magnificence of God's grand expanses.
They sing of home on the range, rodeos and dinin' on bacon and beans,
Cattle stampedes on stormy nights, the old corral and dance hall queens.

They harmonize about ghost riders in the sky who've met their fates,
Tumblin' tumbleweeds, cool water, tin cups and eatin' from tin plates.
They sing about bein' back in the saddle again and the streets of Laredo,
And belt out songs about horses named Old Paint, Ol' Dan and Tornado.

They yodel the cattle call and sing about when the bloom's on the sages,
And croon about their yellow rose of Texas and their pitiful wages.
Real buckaroos sing about Christmas in the bunk house and rye whiskey,
Cattle drives on the Lone Star and Abilene trails and a life so very risky.

They sing of the grumpy foreman and when the works all done this fall,
And tweedle about ragtime cowboy Joe and many a barroom brawl.
Real cowboys sing about ridin' the range, the chaparral and dusty trail,
And leave Hank Snow to warble about lost love, honky-tonks and landin' in jail!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Common Canadian

Common Loon we love the most
Can be seen from coast to coast
Across this land gliding on lakes
All across Canada the route it takes

Nesting on islands surrounded by sea
This bird Canadian easy to see
Floats so easily dives for fish
Just as common our Friday dish

A hoot and yodel is its holler
Permanent mark Canadian dollar
Sleek pointed beak head black as kettle
Hardly seen amongst the nettle

Around its neck color green black
Extending wings or tucked in back
Whichever way Canadian beauty
Protecting this bird it is our duty

Reason why this national treasure
No other bird can even measure
Common Loon across this land
Without doubt a Canadian brand

Think Canadian anytime soon
Can't be done without the Loon
Maple leaf loved in a song
Common Loon Canadian strong
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Infant Spring Fervour

Dewdrops stream down boisterous 
children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials,
as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim
apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare.
Marble stone button twiddle on a blue
rinse wrinkle t-shirt,
Sumptuous  ice cream raspberry blobs
tantalise the cheeky taste bud imps
whose chocolate brown eyes swell with
every morsel glutinously gorged on.
Doting parents wantonly indulge 
their dawn glow
offspring’s shrieks of antic wonderment,
the honeysuckle fragrance that 
releases germ-stuffed
nostrils a portentous spring nectar booster
shot for folk and kin alike,
effervescent yodel from young  sibling and the 
young at heart zeal of golden realm guardians
elevated to this neon sign paradise,
purple sleeve lacquer layer hydrant, surreal  spirit  saviour
of  parched embryonic throats.
Picklock to that  universal  perfume 
cloud that hovers
over asphalt stain urn and 
stoic mint green
pristine luscious lawn,
playground  for the butterfly wing vernal innocent  shrouded by an orange peel citric soft fruit  haze.
Age span infant euphoric zoom on fountain spume,
where families in a Ferris wheel hubub rejuvenate the
lacklustre greyness of their far too often
monochrome existence.

Posted ; 4th May 2022
Form: Imagism


Premium Member Blessings of Music

// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Howl Beyond Reason

“Being crazy isn't enough.” ? Dr. Seuss

Jabberwocky's growl
Jabberwocky howl
howl at little girls
howl at the moon
moon with your pants down
moon over Manhattan
Manhattan nights
Manhattan Knights
Knights in White Satin
Knights with Bat ears
ears of a donkey
ears of a rabbit
rabbit across the street
Rabbit Run
run for your life
run the stocking
stocking up
stocking legs
legs on a flamingo
legs under the table
table talk
table manners
"manners" said Alice?
"manners" said the Queen
Queen of Hearts
Queen of the May
May I
may you
you may
you can
can can
can do
do what?
do who?
who said that?
who yoo-hooed
yoo-hoed a yodel
yoo-hooed on cue
cue up the table
cue ones and two's
two's are for pairs
two's for tea
tea totalers
tea bags
bags for a season
bags for a reason
reason or not
reason be damned
damned
not



Debbie Guzzi
8/8/15
Form: Blitz

The Poet's Ubiquity

Methinks pilots are such superior mortals
For their ability to make metals fly like fowls,
And soldiers have such an impressive mettle
That makes you salute their daring prowls.

Surgeons are such a precise and thoroughly seasoned breed
That will dumbfound with details of capillaries and veins,
And commanders-in-chief such colossal powers wantonly wield
Till they addict themselves to honor and extend their reigns. 

A charismatic preacher will yodel tunes and heal the lame
And win a hefty standing among their peers in a moment;
The teacher is the final light and bearer of the last opinion
And their learned views sail without a single opponent.

But the poet is the chariot of thought that inspires them all.
He’s the silent roar of the Boeing with the pilot in,
He’s the muffled ricocheting of the soldier’s Kalashnikov;
The unspoken overtones of the preacher’s condemnation of sin,
The subtlest incision of the surgeon’s authorized blade
And the president’s solemn inspection of the honor parade.
art
Form: Verse

Premium Member Loosin' Stella, a Cowboy's Lament

Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies
Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt
I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten
By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt

I’m just a waddie but a big hearted fella'
That rides strong and long – I’m in apple pie order
I’m a good hand at fencin’ and herdin’ and tell ya
I chewed some gravel trying to court her

I’m sorta' like my hoss who’s an owl headed steed
Keep looking ‘round and can’t talk the skinny
Like the clown brute from the Wild West Weekly indeed
I’m tongue tied by words of love sorta' like a horse’s whinny

Stella hooked-up with a sweet talkin' two-bit chiseler
Who got his wiggle on the moment he saw her
He made his shuck and I ran out of luck-Oh Calf Slobbers!
Now my moon is hung low in my heart cuz’ I lost her

My saddle feels like a hoosegow-my gitty-up gone
I’ll hang fire and yarn the hours away
But my heart is as empty as a Montana prairie song
That I yodel everyday like some gypsy castaway

January 21, 2021
Cowboy Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier


Glossary of Cowboy Terms:

Plumb Good:   the most well liked – the best
Got the Mitten:  rejected by a lover
Flannel Mouthed:  smooth talker
Tenderfoot:  an inexperienced newcomer
Waddie:  hired farmhand to tend cattle
In Apple Pie Order:  top shape, high quality
Hand:  a worker
Fencin’:  building and mending fences
Herdin’:  herding cattle 
Chewing Gravel:  to be thrown from a horse
Hoss:  horse
Owl headed steed:  horse that keeps looking around everywhere
Skinny:  to make someone wink, laugh or smile
Chiseler:  a conman
Shuck:  lies and mistruths
Hoosegow:  jail
Gitty up:  to get up and go
Hang Fire:  To procrastinate, delay
Yarn the hours away:  tell long stories
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Multilingual Birds of a Feather


     The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
  
     in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,

     where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;

     so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.


     Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,

     both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.

     These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,

     deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.



     In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,

     creating, demanding a need to invent

     a song to attract a new or lost mate:

     so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.

     

                   EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS

              whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
              frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
              peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
              sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
              snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
              crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
Form: Rhyme

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