Short Bristol Poems
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An old lady from Bristol,
Walks around with a bag of menthol,
She unwraps and licks,
Every time she an answer seeks,
An old lady with a heart like a ball.
Squashed like two pancakes
Mammograms detect cancer
Please kiss me better
Follow up to my mammogram poem – my poor aching ‘Bristol Cities’
09~24~16
Trump Rompted and Stomped
There are times when Trump teleprompted;
And while in Bristol then he often stomped;
When near,
Do disappear;
Over many opponents romped and romped.
Jim Horn
On Thursday my boobies will get squashed
(My armpits will be thoroughly washed)
Can’t use deo or spray
so I’ll whiff on that day
Mammograms show cancer can be quashed
Always makes me smile that my appointment letter comes from Bristol because in cockney rhyming slang ‘Bristols’ is slang for breasts.
9/19/18
People flock to Naples.
Monday, lunch-crowd
Says, "I'll take the
Graveyard--'Bob n' Ruth's' special."
Seneca chiefs continue
Their conversations.
Symbols speak in
Passionate tongues.
Who's listening?
The Bristol Hills know
That every tree and vine
Has a tale worth telling,
"Forgive us,
Our dearest Seneca brothers."
A chief of the Senecas chose to be buried in Naples, NY in the late 19th century.
Passing through Western-super-Mare.
I saw her again,
she was adjusting a window display
in a small antique shop.
I thought,
shall I wave to get her attention,
or go in,
just to remind her of our once torrid affair?
Was she married now?
That possibility chilled my enthusiasm.
It was then, in that same window,
that I spied my own reflection.
it was waving me away,
far away,
maybe as far as Bristol or beyond.
She told us stories.
I remember the
one were
she said that her
great grand father
started a smokehouse
business were
he cured pork and
sold beef and turkeys
in the city and at
resturants.
She spoke of a recipe
for cheery and almond
wine: distilled to be liquier.
She said the recipe was hidden in
the walls of
Sole Semete' in New Bristol.
She gave me the map and said she
belived their was silver and gold
in the chest full of valuables.
" Tresure of Baryon".
Born and raised in the middle of Bristol,
a yellow rose grew up strong but wistful.
In the middle of an English garden she grew up.
Amongst the grass, not far from a country club.
Soon in life she found herself alone, with her troubles walking around on her own.
She stood up in that garden
with a new rosebud to feed,
She had to show her spines,
the other face to be harden.
That English yellow rose needs to be cut from her roots
to keep on flourishing again
in a new beginning.