Po Poems

Is he the Po Po

We told no one he was a blue coat, Dogberry, flatfoot, the fuzz
Is he the po-po? Asked our smartest wisest relative, Cuz.
Out of all of us he is by far the most brilliant one.
Lots of bragging by Aunt Elzora now, as he was her son.

Li Po Eating Raw Oysters, Drinking Wine

Beneath the moon's pale gleam, I sit alone,
The sea's cool breath weaving through my robes.
Upon my lips, the ocean's secrets flow—
Each oyster a pearl of the world untold.

Their brine whispers of the tides' long song,
Of ships lost, of lovers waiting in vain.
A sip of wine softens the sea's harsh kiss,
Its fire dancing where salt once

Wine For Li Po

In moon’s cool embrace,
Wine spills like crimson rivers,
Mind drifts to the stars

Achoholic Beverages

In jade cups, the moon's reflection swirls,
A thousand poems born in wine's warm glow.
Lonely, yet the stars drink with me,
In drunken dreams, all sorrows flow.
The river of life, forever more.

Invisble Po Oup, Num9Num9Num9, Orignal Concep

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po-at-tree lane-gauge

a po-am...a toil
letting of
word...sound-dings

that splash
meanings...of an
idea-as a

lane-gauge...for some
word flow
from an id-as...clear

stan

Po-At-Tree Flowers

wrt a moth...
her nature be
as a flow are
on a wall...

with wings...
that pet all
who sit in
come fort till...

able poses free...
domes of gas
that have scent you
to a po-at-tree write...


stans sand

The Curious Passing of Li Po

Two figurines fell out of the sky
Dropped from a crop duster plane passing by.
The pilot yelled, "Look out down below!",
But no one could hear, he was flying so low.
The dolls struck Li Po who was filling his sack,
Now the rice farmer lifelessly floats on his back.
He does not move, first victim of
A double knickknack paddy

Funeral Strut - Po' Boy On a Fat Tuesday

Hey there, little Buddha, 
Let me join your Mistick Krewe.
Got my jazz hand clapping. 
Gonna drop the other shoe.
I strut my yo-yo yoga every doo-da day.
It get me so-so-sober in a drunken way.
Hey there, little Buddha, 
Voodoo me some déjà vu.
Those saints are marching in again; 
Another Bourbon Street debut.

Hey there, little Buddha, 
Save me

From Li Po

It was a hot day and when I ran into Tu Fu 
           wearing a big straw hat I asked
           “Tu Fu, how come you’ve grown so thin?
       

Support Your Local Po Whet Hick Bummer Ie Me

Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow wow 
wing *****sapien aging baby boomer. 

I already attend weekly counseling (no 
weeknd) in tandem with experiencing 
alleviation linkedin

Salamat Po, Ka Eduardo

Salamat po, Ka Eduardo,
Sa inyo pong pagmamahal;
Inaakay n’yo ang tao
Patungo sa bayang banal.

Kahit mapagod, mapuyat
Ay hindi n’yo alintana;
Ang mahalaga'y matupad
Ang tungkulin n’yo sa Ama.

Ang Iglesia’y tinitipon
Sa lahat halos ng dako;
Panganib ay sinusuong,
Iniikot itong mundo.

Dama ng mga pinili
Ang inyo pong pagsasakit;
Kami‘y hindi masasawi,
Kaligtasa’y makakamit.

Walang iba pang hangarin
Kundi para sa Iglesia;
Nagtagumpay ang mithiin
Sa inyo pong pangunguna.

Sa inyong

Po Whet Tick Dampened Curse A

Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!

...of Google I now know sweaty 
palms sports dignified name 
known as palmar hyperhidrosis. 
Here all along (meaning major 
of my roam'n LIX chronological 

hash tagged linkedin orbitz), this 
plague constitutes bona fide 
medical condition. Cold drippy 
comfort! Also (minimally) re:
assuring

Tony Awards Entertainment Words Po-It

The dazzle in lights
A Broadway moment full of entertainment being a sight
Dance numbers to get the audience and TV Viewers in the mood
Dramatics that catch you off guard, but know how to soothe
The Tony Awards has everything to prove
It’s a talent night being on the move
Hand me my Tony Award
But the Tony Awards on Sunday

No Time To Go Po

Limericks are fun but they take over and whoa
Some days I find I don't have time to go po
Sit there with cramps
Then poop in my pants
Limericks are fun except for a mess down below


© Jack Ellison 2015

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