Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth
Categories:
ramblers, dark, evil, green,
Form: Pleiades
Sister Jean, a national treasure
burst on the scene five years ago
her Loyola Ramblers took the NCAAs by storm
and Sister Jean's quiet life was transformed
Now it's five years later
Loyola's going nowhere fast
But our fascination with Jean
has yet to pass ...
Interviewed last week at 103
She'd heard of a gal age 114
Faced her audience squarely and insisted
"Now that's just too darn old to be!"
Categories:
ramblers, age, basketball, celebrity, old,
Form: Rhyme
The Withernwick Ramblers Skiffle Group
Not exactly an enterprising name
But we did however have
One unique claim to fame.
We accompanied Audrey Hepburn,
Famous Film Star, yes that’s the one
That elfin faced great actress
Now so very sadly gone,
The Six Five SpeciaL National Skiffle Contest
The only one there’s ever been
Heats at the Star Cinema Hornsea and
We were behind the Silver Screen
The film was War and Peace
Saturday afternoon Matinee showing
And our last rehearsal
Before the heats got going.
So, we accompanied Audrey Hepburn
But I don’t suppose she ever knew
About those four Yorkshire lads
Murdering Worried Man Blues
We came fifth out of four
But that was outdone by by far
By the fact that we’d in theory
Accompanied a Hollywood Star.
Categories:
ramblers, adventure, celebrity, fun, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
An unpretentious wild flower
Peeped out of the crannied stone ledge
A peach coloured blossom
With bright yellow stamens around her navel
She had an exquisite charm
With a seductive smile
So pretty that she could put to shame
Her garden cousins stationed high
She nodded her head in the breeze
As if to invite the footloose ramblers
Who might chance to pass that way
To feast on her beauty
And taste her fragrance
Ere she falls down dead
Sans parting knell
Sans ceremony
In that wilderness
In another day's time,
Unnoticed,
Untouched
Unsung!
Sep.3. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Categories:
ramblers, appreciation, beauty, flower,
Form: Free verse
R~ Rockin' old field house in '63
A~ Achievement - then and now
M~ March Madnesss
B~ Beat Beavers (Oregon State)
L~ Lay ups
E~ Energetic excellence
R~ Rockin' Bankers Life Field House in '21
S~ Sister Jean sees one more Sweet Sixteen
03/26/2021
Categories:
ramblers, adventure, basketball, chicago, march,
Form: Acrostic
RAIN
rapid rain recurred
riders rushing recklessly
rinsed running ramblers
SAFETY
sudden storm surges
sailing ships searching seaports
survive safely soon
TREATMENT
trace total trouble
test temperature timely
treating tactfully
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Date: 19/07/2020
placed : 2nd
Categories:
ramblers, rain, storm,
Form: Alliteration
Secret lanes spiral
taunting mystic ramblers whose
fantasies spur restless feet
to wander dream plots
that shift like sands to driven
Psyches on infinite quests
for sheds or shelters
in misty vales fringed by lush
fields tantalisingly close
Categories:
ramblers, adventure, appreciation, art, beautiful,
Form: Choka
Virgin wasteland un-trampled
Rugged terrain in front of my step
I am resting as not to set foot
In the rugged scape of magic
A screen of thistles ramblers climbers and shelter
Indigenous flowers budding
Untamed seeds flowing wild
Feral spread of the horizon
Rugged un-spoilt inspiration
No trespassing as far as soft eyes explore and receive
Gentle wind soothes my skin
Rain shares moist trickles
Clouds break musk and dawn
Mellow chorus of fragrance
If I go any further my steps threaten the fleeting wonder
22nd March 2020
Categories:
ramblers, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Moss covered algae ridden
Memorials, to mans earthly existance
Stand ivy clad in rows
Names eaten away by time
and dates long gone
all faded into one.
No flowers or notes to say i loved you
just brambles and weeds in flower
dog walkers and ramblers walk by.
oblivious to even your existance
Eternity awaits them too
as the generations pass by
you as a memory lose all importance
you are just a name on a grave stone
in a cemetery full of names
the end
I was walking through Crewe's old cemetry big memorials of once important people who's grave stones now lay derelict and unloved hence the poem
ps Q : how do you make god laugh
A: tell him your plans
Categories:
ramblers, death, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
There once was a poet named Jan
Who was looking to find a new man
Joined the Naked Ramblers Association
With little or no hesitation
Now I’m swinging as much as I can
Jan Allison
20th March 2014
Written as challenged by Darren Watson to join the ‘Naked Ramblers Society’
Please read my Blog about my poem ‘Tonight I’ve been swinging for the very first time'.
Categories:
ramblers, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Wobbly bits , Hairy bits and dangly bits galore
So if you're feeling squeamish
Draw your curtains and lock the door
For today is the day in Yorkshire
When the naked ramblers go on tour.
They will walk beside the railway line
From Settle to Carlisle
All their bits a bouncing
For mile after mile
You are welcome to join them
but you can wear nothing but a smile .
One of the guys must have fallen in a puddle
I think his name is Jim
Some things shrink when they're in water
and you'll feel really sorry for him.
The lady garden of Hairy Mary
Really needs a trim .
One lady must be American
Well her wobbly bits have certainly gone
To the very deepest south .
She's spitting out tobacco juice
From the corner of her mouth
Her lady garden looks angry
With that mass of ginger hair
Goodness gracious , She bent over
Now that really gave me a scare.
I hope I have inspired you
So if you're feeling brave
Pop into the bathroom
and give your bits a shave
Then you can apply to join
The naked ramblers society
Don't forget to give me a wave
I'm the guy hiding behind the tree.
Categories:
ramblers, funny,
Form: Verse
(* This I wrote after my previous poem "GODS QUESTIONS", as I felt that it was a more realistic and honest way in which we try to understand God... both poems express different sides of the story)
God could you please convey
what it was I heard you say
why do children die so young
what of worldly wars unsung
who allows the poor to starve
when pain and illness make life hard
Oh God please could I complain?
you have grafted my soul through your grief
yet worldly pain steals our faith and belief
sons with failures--liars and foolish
thieves will always stray
ailing ramblers--lost and found
friends will still betray
whores and angels—cheating men
leavers never stay
separated--young orphan lives
twisted forever grey
racial haters—war creators
politicians get their way
lonely widows—distant fathers
givers move away
soulful saints—fallen warriors
preachers always pray
cynic doubters—fearful mothers
faith tested every day
Please explain- Mercy, Grace, Peace and Love in Your Eternal land above
© Kim van Breda—March 2014
Categories:
ramblers, introspection, world,
Form: Rhyme
I met a guy from the ramblers today
I think his name was John
He was a harmless bloke I suppose
But he just went on and on
Categories:
ramblers, funny
Form: I do not know?