In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant
Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth.
There once was a pheasant named Owen,
whose plumage was splendid and showin’.
but a flatlander brute,
with a camo jumpsuit,
won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’.
Categories:
owen, animal, funny, satire, social,
Form: Limerick
Wilfred Owem 'FUTILITY'
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Categories:
owen, poems,
Form: Shape
Poet Wilfred Owen won an MC
dying in France to make it free
Creator of 'near-rhyme'
helping verse in English 'chime'
Categories:
owen, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
George Emslie Owen
a WWIi artist back then
A Scot from Stirlingshire
his brush was there for hire
Categories:
owen, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Dulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,
Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,
The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,
I saw his round mouth's crimson
as I felt my last life's breath,
As your soul slipped
it joins mine at our death.
composed 12/02/2017.
Categories:
owen, courage, death, world war
Form: Quatrain
To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.
Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.
or the death of a man who just years before was a school boy.
Oh the futility of war its the real Mccoy.
the lords and lady's watch on high as we die, just the hoi polloi.
Lets say no to the next war lets live in peace for ever more.
the only army I am joining is the peace corps.
I'm finished, I am not going to be the politicians war whore.
The last laugh will be mine as I refuse to fight your wars .
comp entry 11/02
poet Wilfred Owen His family once lived in Nantwich ie 5 miles away and it was
his poems that 1st got me interested in poetry.
Categories:
owen, war,
Form: Quatrain
Owen is Welsh as he comes from Rhuddian,
Lives there but trains in Stoke Mandeville,
In Buckinghamshire, the Aylesbury stadium:
He was born on 30 November 1975, will.
In December 2012 after the Paras, London,
He went to a ParalympicsGB Sports Fest,
Where he discovered that his fiery ambition,
Was shooting, so joined a club in a quest.
He’s competed an many IPC World Cups,
His best finish is 5th spot, a fine placement,
Which happened at Fort Benning, run-ups,
An army training base in the USA cogent.
Through this qualified for Rio’s Games,
And enjoys photography, wood carving,
Quad biking, badminton and he names,
Archery, it’s synchronous with shooting.
Categories:
owen, sports, strength,
Form: Quatrain
The colour of my party's flag
that flutters in the wind.
The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio.
And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull.
What we need is Corbyn, oh what a red letter day !
We would lay out the red carpet
make it a red letter day.
your always better off, red than dead, with a jeremy in your day ! .
Categories:
owen, fun,
Form: Free verse
He's gone.
Death has stolen him
Where has he been hidden?
I search and search
But cannot find him
It won't be the same without him!
What have you done, death?
You've taken the wrong person!
Take me instead, and spare him
For everyone needs him more than me
Pry his drumsticks from my dead hands
And give them to him
For he needs to live on
To make beautiful music
For the fans who miss him so.
(NOTE: I've written this poem in memory of my favorite drummer, and my favorite band.
James 'Jimmy' Owen Sullivan, Aka The Rev, died on the 28th around 1pm. He was the
drummer and backup vocalist of the band Avenged Sevenfold. The cause of death at the
moment is natural causes. Is it just me or is it kind of odd that he died on the 28th and he
was 28 years old?)
Categories:
owen, death, life, loss, musicme,
Form: I do not know?
Dear Owen,
It's been a long time, I know,
and I wanted to ask what you're up to,
to see how you're doing,
to see if you're going on with your life like the rest of us,
I wanted to ask about your sister, too,
is she happy and well?
I trust the rebuilding will come along soon, I hope,
and your house will be along so you can live again,
I wish I knew this got to you,
since the postal system's been a little messed,
and how is your dog,
did he make it through?
I hope he did, I loved that guy,
and please write back,
I want to know you're okay,
your friend, Sharon.
Categories:
owen, friendship, natural disasters, people,
Form: Free verse