Oliver Poems - Poems about Oliver

Colonel Oliver North, US

"I'm working on the Lento Form starts as a collage and not simplistically termed words, like my poem 'Ode to a Dove' that made Best Lento Form," ... by Poet.

*Actual Poem used below, 
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight."

KEY: 
S, young

OLIVER WANTS ROMANTIC WORDS

She wants words?
Romantic words to squeeze out a smile from her heart,
And diagnose the functioning of her left ventricle?
How about we nail her to her own cross?
Ropes secured,tight and stronger than her teeth;
We'll tie round her limbs like a frog made ready for an experiment;
We will need a blindfold to send her into a dark

Intuition

Reality is  a canvas 
of hues and shades,
Where shadows dance
and sunlight eventually fades,
Intuition's whispers, a gentle breeze,
Revealing what 
the eyes may 
not yet see..

Oliver the October Scarecrow

Oliver, the October Scarecrow was freshly made from hay.
He liked scaring the birds and the bumblebees away.
They tried to get near the pumpkin patch until they saw him wave.
His arms spiraled like a windmill at the edge of a windblown cave.

He had a mouse in his pocket, keeping it away from the cat.
There was an

Dr Oliver Lazar

Please have some faith in swine
Do you write after drinking wine?
Q.Kia ap gaanja phonktay ho?

Oliver Loves Celia

Since Orlando saved his life, Oliver is a changed man.
He now wants to help his brother any way he can.
When Oliver first saw Celia, he was struck by Cupid's arrow.
Rosalind's cousin is a woman Oliver would like to know.
Brother of Orlando's cup of love now does overflow.
Sweet Celia has really made Oliver's heart sing.
Everything is

Oliver Awakens-Nursery Rhyme

Ollie, Ollie, the reddish sun is coming up,
Mother's in the kitchen filling the teacup,
Teddy bear awaits fantastic adventure today,
Walk softly little Ollie, 'til shadows go away.

Ollie, Ollie, green grassy fields are calling,
Frogs are croaking, and rooster is bawling,
Time is swift, but the days are growing long,
Making way for the frenzied summer throng!


Written on 3/10/2021
Nursery Rhyme

Oliver, a Boy Part 2

Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone and gray
Where beggars sleep and orphans play
The aged, sick and nearly dead
Are buried with the underfed

The costermongers ply their ware
To passersby who linger there
While orphan children learn to pick
A pocket

Oliver, On the Violin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPqkv7awgI

The symphony of morning plays on
strings of a quartet unloose like the sun  
on your window sill, by morning rise 

Listen to the sweet music as it plays 
blooming all your flowers 
as they dance on your crystal vase 

Hear the silence of his steps as he shuffles 
hugging his violin, he plays on

The Old Oliver

Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of weeds near the barn.
Anise Hyssop, wild spires along the barn, fill the air with licorice smells as the rear wheels brush by.

Proceeding to the field,

Oliver Toliver Goliver Snipe

Oliver Toliver Goliver Snipe
Was a big lizard who was fairly ripe
His pink and red top hat brought plenty of hype
Some were so jealous they began to gripe
The treble, the cleft, the tooth, and the tripe,
I thought he was adorable with his blue green back stripe.

Tribute To Oliver Pocsik Art

She is one of Oliver’s girls so do not expect her to be anything common.
Her navy dress with blue polka dots is magical, but those quadruple eyes
Oh, my. Where did they come from?
All on the left side too. 
There is some reflection about that.
Being right-brained, this has something to do with it.
Freeing up that side.

Clouds

A Duck Called Oliver

A DUCK CALLED OLIVER
 
‘Twas I a lucky boy that be,
Who lived back in a time?
Of peaceful calm,
Way back then
Suburban farm
Acre of scrub and bush
Outskirts of the city be.
Animals on daily basis so
Time for there to feed
“MOOK” our milking cow to milk,
Chooks “BETTY, PAULA and MAGGIE MAY”
Eggs a collecting every day,
Olde cat “MIDNIGHT” great mouser

Oliver and Family

When I was young and fate was kind
To every wish, I had in mind
No appetite for greater gloom
Betrayed the joy that lit my room
 
Where nothing but the night is black
And black is never dark for lack
Of something bright or greater light
But merely brings a lesser sight

And should a sullen something scratch
Or enter unbeknownst to

Oliver, a Boy

My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To keep the British gratified
For which the lady, born and bred
Was brought to stay with Master Ted

Their lineage was the House of Bean 
A family favored by the Queen
When epic wars

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