In an old-time real-book-with-pages feel in his day,
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote 'Treasure Island',
in his own inimitable way,
and tho' I know I may be wrong,
he could not have been pulling Long John Silver's leg,
as John would not have had a leg to stand on,
for, with his crutch (plus parrot), and I quote,
'He had still a foot in either camp.'
is that which, in 1883, Stevenson of Silver wrote.
Was it black (spot) humour to write of Long John so,
as I dearly need to know,
and it clearly goes to show,
we need much more input,
with that said, putting my best one forward,
it begs the question, 'What's afoot?'
Scots golfers do not 'golf'
as they say in the U.S.A.
invented in Scotland
it's as they ought
a sport the Scottish play
the first tennis player
known by name
(Louis X)
did not 'tennis'
when he played the game
even so I may one day
bend my elbow
consider the racket
and give it a go
looks like the language
is slowly downward drifting
and come this Christmas
you won't see me 'gifting'
when did a noun become a verb
misconjugated by ignorant clowns
as English is oft Yanked and twisted
by illiterate dimwits verbing nouns
From afar a sound of "Blues" so tender
Like Satchmo strumming his trumpet
His loud voice calling us together
Makes me in verses break into yesterday
Oh Louis...raise your voice to everyone
Make the trumpet's call sound loud
Chase away the fears of the crowd
And those outside who think they're alone
Oh Louis... now release the husky voice
Nice and slow, neither hot nor cold
Let it come in that bittersweet jazz
That speaks of the wonders of this world
Alberto Secama 15 May 2020
There's nothing better than a steak,
Providing it's spiced with care.
Whether ribeye, filet, or strip,
Just make mine medium rare.
Then you have your feathered friends,
Either turkey, duck or chicken.
You can bake or crispy fry,
The Colonel says it's finger lickin'.
And don't forget about the swine,
Barbequed chops, loins, or ribs.
If you slather it with sauce,
You should always wear your bibs.
So meat me in St. Louis,
If you have some time to kill.
You best believe before you leave,
You're sure to get your fill.
US born Morris Louis
with pure colour content to be
Lyrically & on a grand scale
suspend belief..imagination will not fail
Don't be fooled by the smile of a crocodile
Who appears to be happy to meet you.
For though his grin is beguiling,
In his head he's compiling
Various ways he is planning to eat you.
A croc's disposition is hard to predict,
It's quixotic and largely a moot case.
The main thing he most often worries about,
And what keeps him for poachers upon the lookout,
Is becoming a handbag or suitcase.
In 1938, boxer Joe Louis did the patriotic thing.
He had an entire nation in his corner of the ring.
Here, he was facing German heavyweight Max Schmeiling.
Yankee Stadium in New York was the site for this meeting.
Schmeiling was the symbol for Aryan supremacy.
He was considered a hero in Nazi Germany.
Louis was fighting for freedom and democracy.
In the ring, Louis fought the way that would astound.
With a technical knockout, he defeated the German in one round.
Louis and Schmeiling became friends for years after the fight.
For many Americans, that was a memorable night.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
God gave Louis a rather long nose
Which nose he used to zoop up Cheerios
Better than a straw
Though there was a law
His big mouth he had to keep tightly closed
Fete Nationale finally came about on July 14th 1789
When the commoners stormed the Bastile so fine.
Their crops had failed that summer, and it went to their head.
They were spending ninety-percent of their salary on bread
The Tyranny of King Louis the Fourteenth was not sliding by
His wife was lavishly spending, and they owned the gun power supply.
Prisoners were being locked up in the Bastile with no trial whatsoever.
So the French Revolution was started – a worthwhile endeavor.
King Louis of France
Was looked on by many askance
Then the people said fooey to Louis
And made their selection: Chop Suey
Old King Louis got everything wrong
Told his wife in a touching swan song
“I think it’s for the best
Get it off of my chest”
Made his exit quite short, not so long
King Louis in or out of doors
Loved to dress in silky drawers
When asked “Do they feel alright?”
He said: ”Yes, when they’re pulled up tight”
27 August 2019
Clerimerick Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
French King Louis XVI placed his love bet
On teenage queen Marie Antoinette
Sadly, it is said, though she deserted his bed
For frivolous Marie, Louis lost his head.
Of Louis’ sweet Marie, it is our take
She was a desserter who truly loved cake
For proposing cake for peasants who lacked bread
Queen Marie left a guillotine minus her head
now is all there is,
that's the nature of the beast,
relatively speaking
advantaging 'those' who control time...
now is a situation of absence and meaning
'those'...are us and our day to day routines
slowing down, to take advantage of the scenery...
remember the most wonderful childhood song,
'what a wonderful world' by louis armstrong...
well, now is all there is and it is a wonder(full) world...be strong
A tattered Calico traverses the crumbling corridor
dissecting a row of dilapidated sacred structures,
each uniquely indistinguishable from the next.
The wind carries an eerie refrain
as it whistles through the splintered stones,
white-washed to harbor their degeneration.
There's a fragrant stench of wilted petals
lying dormant in stagnant waste.
This potpourri of nature's compost
resonates from the marred receptacles
lining this mourning path.
Picket shadows serve no comfort
from the unbearable fervor
as it bakes these palaces of the deceased.
Irreverent voyagers marvel at its spectacle,
congregating within the blighted vestibules,
ignoring the pleas of sacrilege,
all to capture images for their own posterity.
Exit this city of the dead,
allow the mourners their serenity due.
Bestow the departed their wanted peace
and leave them to their gentle rest.
Louis has a sports centre named after him,
At his local Cambridge Regional college;
He’s a C2 para-cyclist, has Cerebral Palsy,
Plus hydrocephalus, was fired by 2012.
So after these very successful Paras 2012,
Louis was tested by British cycling coaches,
Who found talent, skill and hidden strength,
Such that he became part of the GB team.
He made the 2012 Newport Internationals,
Where he won for the individuals, bronze,
Collected a team silver and he progressed,
Onto the Apeldoorn Worlds in Holland.
There he placed fifth in the team sprint,
Came seventh in the long 1km time trial,
And in the individual pursuit came tenth,
To make the Montichiari World Champs.
One gold for the team sprint, one bronze,
For the C1-C5 C2 time trial, and so in Rio
He excelled, taking the team sprint gold,
And the bronze in the C2 individual pursuit.
How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of anthrax and rabies,
But also the whole field of stereochemistry!
Although being paralyzed probably stunk,
It was probably bearable being always drunk!
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