Short Homer Poems
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Illustrator Winslow Homer
as a painter caused quite a stir
Depicting the force of nature
with sea studies so real&sure
Homer,Chaucer, Shakespeare, Keats, Eliot
Soyinka, Okigbo, Osundare
Now me, recycling human ideas
George Puttenham with comical style
wrote verse in dactyl
Homer labelled it polyhlosbosiou
'a many sounding sea' to you&me
Winslow Homer of seascape fame
paint ed scenes just of Mainet
The epitome self-reliant Yankee
in his day a household name you see
At
the end
of their watch-
squared up to the
storm
Ekphrasis Eight Bells by Winslow Homer
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He called himself Homer the house cat
And mostly ate tuna with pork fat
After lunch he'd meow
'Nearly upchuck his chow!
And grin like an overstuffed wombat!
Andie hiked up to the Andes so high,
Found Homer in a cave, oh, my, oh, my!
Homer said with a grin,
"Let the cooking begin,
Mushroom soup with chili, let's give it a try!"
shakespeare has spoken
homer here’s paying his dues
damn he pulled some strokes
in an odyssey of moves
evil genius no taboos
By
David Kavanagh
There was a young cowboy named Homer
Who broke bronchos and was a roamer
The girl that he called hon
Said,"When all's said and done,
Those bronchos are breakin' your gomer."
3-10-18
Walk-off homers are the thrill of the home team
They rejoice in jubilation, the whole team beams
Friends french kiss friends
Men kiss ugly men
Players touch each other in places unscene
Been blessed with an amazing son Scottie
Forgive me for being a homer and kinda cocky
He's not really classy
But sure loves the lassies
Lassies love him back, cause he's ever so naughty
Has this ever happened to you at a ballgame
Your team hits a homer to win, the crowd goes insane
Two male strangers
Unaware of the dangers
They sheepishly sit down, feel they need to explain
H-ope
O-f
M-ind
E-xpects
R-adiant
F-uture
U-sing
E-ager
N-iceness
T-o
I-solate
C-louds
I-n
L-uminous
L-ane
A-bove
Topic: Birthday of Homer Fuenticilla (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
H-appy
O-ccasion's
M-eaning
E-mploys
R-emarkable
&
S-tatement
A-bout
R-ight
M-arriage
Y-early
Topic: Anniversary of Homer & Sarmy Fuenticilla (December 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
If our name was Scarlet, could your hair be dyed teal?
What if your name was Harlot, how would that feel?
Otis, Homer and Wilbur have no real zest or zeal.
Elzora, Eulaliah and Adeline, wouldn’t that be a deal
Two boys in a field
Just passing the afternoon
Idle words spoken
Aware of the song of bees
The future only a dream
By Winslow Homer-American Artist
painted 1873
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K-een
I-mpressive
R-eader
K-nows
H-ow
O-ften
M-ind
E-mploys
R-emarkable
R-easoning
A-nd
M-agnificent
O-utstanding
S-ense
Topic:Birthday of Kirk Homer Ramos (October 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
H-eart
O-f
M-user
E-agerly
R-efrains
F-rom
U-sing
E-ach
N-egative
T-hing
I-n
C-omposing
I-nspiring
L-ine's
L-ovely
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Homer Fuenticilla (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There was a contest at PoetrySoup
Homer, Milton, Poe, entered as a group
They worked from dawn till dusk
For difficult found their task
But last they finished for did not snoop!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 JANUARY 2015
Simpson dad Homer
Is quite the chrome-domer:
His belly is jello;
His skin, gleaming yellow.
Simpson mom Marge
Is beauty writ large:
She sports a bright blue,
Colossal hairdo.
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(For Clerihew Couples contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.)
As is the generation of leaves
So is that of humanity
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
But the live timber burgeons with leaves
Again in the season of spring returning
So one generation of men will grow while another dies
Adapted from The Iliad
Homer
The papers lay pitifully on the wooden pile
Hungry for a scholars ink
The pen pine to be touched
Not with empty inspiration
But words that drip endlessly
And there I sit
Watching their anguish
Not Bard of Avon or Homer
Just an infamous poet
Who Yearn to be loved
A student of Latin named Herb
Enjoyed the study of verbs.
While reading in Freud
He felt a great void,
And concluded his life was absurd.
A student of Greek embryonic
Found Homer was much too erotic!
Her long hours of study
Had weakened her body
And made her completely psychotic!
Tell me the poet
Who comes from Malta,
Whose name is apostolic,
Who authored "The Composer",
And the "Unspoken Words".
Tell me the poet
Who is not callous,
Who is not Carl Lewis,
Whose name sounds like both.
My poet is an Adam,
My poet an Homer,
My poet is a Plato,
My poet is a rabbi,
Who is my poet?
OUR TRACED PATH*
My fellow men,
Travelers are we
On life’s journey well planned in advance
Without our consent,
Let us
Obediently follow our traced path
Resisting not our fate
For
Easier this trip to make!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 MAY 2013
*HOMER: Every man's fate is determent by the Gods (Iliad, t', 592)