Short Boston Poems
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A thief in search of clam chowder
Instead encountered a clowder
A pussy is nice
When its chasing mice
So the thief just took a powder
Let’s say
We will not
Be held back
All were winnable
Just got to get
Back to winning
With consistency
And a little of
That Boston charm
under the sun light
Boston ivy's bandanna
diamante shines
There was a woman from Boston
With a yard you could get lost in
It was so full of junk
It scared off the skunks
With all the refuse she had tossed in
A Tomcat and Queen fought over fiercely
Where to educate their brilliant kitty
They agreed upon two
CATS Boston and Purr-due
Thus avoiding a cat-astrophe
The Suez Canal is finally free
Precious toilet paper can come to me
This too large cargo ship
In the world a backward flip
Twas as crazy as Boston Harbor's tea
The last organ grinder (I’ve been told)
hailed from Boston and died very old.
When his barrel organ
got played by his son,
in his grave the dead Fred must have rolled.
An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie"
Was a New York socialite "hottie"
To her lasting disgrace
She slapped Paul Revere's face
When he invited her to the p-ah-ty
There once was a long lean man from Boston.
Who drove fast around town in an Austin.
Gave car more gas
Police he did pass.
Now he’s hurting with ticket it’s costin’.
Stolen heart of a city
Turns a special day ugly;
But beat them down, they get up,
their minds are on the next race;
Resilience in their spirit,
As they cross that finish line.
Boston Strong
To me
Means so much
So much passion
In this town
And New England states
For all I’ve
Traveled never seen
Anything like it
Why haven’t I
Written about
Them before
A smartly dressed fellow from Austin
Met a sweet little tart in Boston
She rode in his car
But not very far
He realized what it would cost ‘im.
written July 30, 2021
We were staying at a Boston inn in 1773,
just good ol’ George Washington and me.
And he said, "I'm not telling you to lie,
but ~ if Martha comes by ~
tell her you have no idea where I could be."
Baseball Glove on gloves
Baseball bat, too cold to hold
Hurry, SPRING, Hurry
Inspired by Carol Brown’s “WAITING FOR SPRING “ Contest
Dedicated to the 2010 World Series Champions “Boston Red Sox”
(Because I'm a fan of Survivor)
All-star "player" Boston Rob
didn't win Survivor. Sob!
No, matter. . . he got fame and by his side,
the pretty one who holds the loot to be his bride.
For Nathan's Clerihew contest
One lovely ballerina
The bombings slammed
No more dancing
28.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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I
Did
Not
Consume
My
Exquisitely
Delicious
Boston Cream
At
The
Local
donut shop
on
East Colonial Boulevard
For
Breakfast
This
Morning
While
On
My
Ravenous
Way
To
My
Place
Of
Employment
.
Hamford Hog sat on a log
Waiting for Buford Butt
They were headed to Macon
To buy a pound of bacon
Which to me seemed somewhat odd
When they could shuffle up to Boston
Which I’ve done quite often
To pick up a pound of scrod
Take a sip of the brew
Top it off with lemon
Taste flavors mint or green
Try other flavors too
Tea party in Boston
Threw tons of tea away
To protest taxation
4-26-2021
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
TEMPERED GRACE
one challenge, one heartbeat, one goal
blinding blast--Boston’s blood
achievements brutally, ruthlessly denied
(My prayers and heart go out to Boston--the Athletes and their loved ones)
Kim van Breda-15 April 2013
How's that old donut shop, the one between your ears
Are you still serving up donuts like in all your previous years
Over a large cuppa coffee
With a Boston Cream or three
Till you finally close up shop and call it a career
Alas, Abe Lincoln was fatally shot forsooth,
By that nefarious cad John Wilkes Booth!
Booth was shot by Sergeant Boston Corbett,
Sending him on his well-deserved eternal orbit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Persons have personality; Personalism -
Recall what MLK Jr. learned at Boston U
A creator God is a Person, so are U
Yearning to know The First Person I pray:
Educating soul, body, spirit the Jesus way
Revisiting hate, avarice ... Before going away
In the dead of this cold foggy night,
is this the spirit of Jack the Ripper
or the Boston Strangler prowling
the silent streets...
or someone’s imagination running wild?
~11/16/17
~Pic Motifs Contest by nette onclaud
~Word count:29
Close in the roses
The rose-bee dozes;
Oh what a shirker, he.
Asleep in the lily
The lily-bee, silly,
Yawns so languidly.
Down in the daisy
The daisy-bee, lazy
Dreams of a honeybee sweet.
Up in the honeycomb,
Buzzing with Boston,
Dumping the honey, he!