Short Homer Poems

the gods envy us 
with a million ways to die-
one only to live...

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H-is
O-pen
M-ind
E-xpresses
R-ighteousness

Topic: Poet (Homer)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Notus so wet & wild

Eurus a dryer warm child

Zephryus a sudden gale

Boreas brutal outside the icy pale...

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John Winslow Homer
Was known to be a roamer
After painting The Fox Hunt
He put down his brush
And moved to Oklahoma...

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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...

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Homer,Chaucer, Shakespeare, Keats, Eliot
Soyinka, Okigbo, Osundare
Now me, recycling human ideas...

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George Puttenham with comical style
wrote verse in dactyl
Homer labelled it polyhlosbosiou
'a many sounding sea' to you&me...

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Winslow Homer of seascape fame
paint ed scenes just of Mainet
The epitome self-reliant Yankee
in his day a household name you see...

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At
the end
of their watch-
squared up to the
storm

Ekphrasis Eight Bells by Winslow Homer

http://www.davidrumsey.com/AMICA/amico516449-56299.html...

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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!...

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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!"...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
www.artdaily.org/index.asp?int_sec=2&int_new=39900...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.

---

(For Clerihew Couples contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.)...

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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...

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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...

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