I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
Categories:
poltroon, flying, fun, humorous, language,
Form: Rhyme
He is a cowardly buffoon
Less cowboy than poltroon
Cringes in fear at the moon
Afraid of bubbly lagoon
Doesn’t make anyone swoon
Terrified of a small raccoon
Shrieks and hides from a blown-up balloon
A forever alone weird little goon
Categories:
poltroon, humorous,
Form: Monorhyme
Long time ago; in an African land
In a house whose walls with fine flannelette sheets
Whose roof was well made
A house whose floor was well tiled
Lived a family that known no peace
A family that uttered disgusting terms
That could be described by all bad and negative oeuvre
Members so hostile and selfish to each other
Same people very harmless and poltroon
It was a family that known no peace
And now the villagers so tired of it
Many fasted and prayed for it;maybe it was a spiritual issue
Elders gave them infallible advice and cautions
And a glimmer of hope was seen
And that was a family that known no peace
Rate of libido decreased among the sons
Hearts now decorated with pompom
And their old behaviours were becoming a stale
So wise as they were; one word was enough for them
And that was a family gaining peace
Change was becoming a manner; the East met West
As they now hugged each other with love
Holding each other's hands like a handrail
I stood at a distance watching them break their smiles into tears
It was a family that gained peace
Categories:
poltroon, africa, character, conflict,
Form: ABC
Nostrilvartu :)
Old Nostra took a swallow dive
bounced off the river bloody Clyde
a shark spat him out n then
to the bloodbank suck it in again
got so filled with pink he'd have to hide
a wheelie bin he got inside........... we wheelie push em to the footpath
later he sulked a bit for the rubbish pick up
with rotten fruit and rubbish hit
not of the vegeterian side:)
sucker of the bloody blood
perhaps hes just a duddy dud
stand on his neck in the muddy mud
and drown him in his trousers
comes my way beneath the moon
i'll slap him down
and change his tune
uppercut the old poltroon
stake in the heart for the wowser
Don Johnson for Traces contest ....Make me giggle..make me laugh... Poetry Contest
Categories:
poltroon, adventureme,
Form: Light Verse
Steely, stealthy moon
Sculpted milky dune
Sparkling silver spoon
Sitting in its cosmic shoon
Free-floating gaseous balloon
Diviner of the celestial room
Crevasse holds fabled man in spittoon
Residual sunlight doth carefully prune
To sailors on the high seas a boon
Beacon for nocturnal creatures to croon
Harbinger to vixen, villain, buffoon
Cover for miscreant, spinster and poltroon
Categories:
poltroon, nature
Form: Rhyme
I do not claim to be a poet
But my wife reads it so
My God, Am I dreaming!
No, no, no it never can be so
My wife and my kid’s mother
The star of my life, my queen
To give herself to another
God, why is it so
I sought for months for the truth
And the story unfolds in your eyes
My heaven I found in your face
All my dreams were crushed alive
God, why is it so
My pain cannot be understood
A demon and coward he is
Get out of my sight or I strike you
Dead in your shameless shame
Ruin my home and my name!
God, why is it so
I walk in the dark alone
Ghostly it seems at times
But find no sudden peace
Because he’s still stalking
Like a liar he is
God, why is it so
You hold the key
The key to all my pain
My beautiful wife Melody
Who the angels believe in
Unlock the door of my pain
Rid this poltroon from my life
So we my live our life together
My wife, my angel from heaven
God, why is it so
Categories:
poltroon, wife,
Form: I do not know?
Cindy was very unique
Very easy to get along with
and critique even though she
was not fuzzy
I never knew a girl like her
even with out fur although
I never really heard her purr
but used to think I might
She was the kind of girl that
every man who does not wear
a hat dreams of- too bad
she was poltroon but I loved her
any way- very nice easy girl she
was despite the lack of buzz, sweet
little Cindy so sorry she is gone.
Categories:
poltroon, death, depression, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Light Verse
From the point of no return where limits reach
The ambiguity between what's heard and seen
Would mind define imaginary speech,
To correct what isn’t there, a different scene.
From far the noise is heard, as seconds past,
It’s gone and you still hear what went before
The speed of light had come and gone at last
When silence felt the noise, it would ignore.
The vapours that you chose to leave a mist
Would fantasy of wanderings that you pang-
Discover, as you near that none exist
And doubt becomes the friend for you to hang.
There’s a law to the unknown with finer sense
It is conscience and the void between it moves,
With many poltroon guides of commonsense
My finding Faith, has found one, and it proves-
The doubts have gone, and roads ahead are clear
And lead to further still, by guiding light
Then vanishes a distance, some may hear
Becoming more their friend than guiding might.
With much discovered, minds defensive tool
Has persevered with strength, and viewing us
Is God, who has to deal with every fool
Whose doubt of insignificance gathers, thus.
Categories:
poltroon, hope, imagination, mystery, friend,
Form: Rhyme