Short Brumley Poems
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There once was a woman named Linda
Who would keep a clean hacienda
Till four children she bore
And then bore she one more...
She now has a different agenda!
Timothy I. Brumley
An Italian once courted my Aunt
Who was bitten by ants in his pants
So he screamed, "Mama Mia!"
"I got the gonorrhea!"
That's when he learned the frying pan dance!
Timothy I. Brumley
There once was a banker from Britain
Who sat on a snake and was bitten
But his assets were apprised
To have quadrupled in size
While attending nurses were smitten!
Timothy I. Brumley
There once was a woman named Tracy
Who wore clothes that were a bit racy
Till she got drunk in a club
And was mistaken for grub
By the wolves who thought her quite tasty!
Timothy I. Brumley
Crows sound the alarm
Blue jays confirm the report...
Man is in the woods!
Timothy I. Brumley
There is no disease
As deadly as a man's hate...
No cure like his love.
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Multicolored leaves
Dancing in the northern winds.....
Wave farewell to fall.
Timothy I. Brumley
Death is but a door,
Upon which we all must knock...
Who will open yours?
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Man dreams of the stars
To one day leave Mother Earth...
Before he kills her.
Timothy I. Brumley
Our Congress has been overlooking
The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching
She was full blooded Chinese
And said, "Beware strange foods please
Of crooks that won't eat their own crooking!"
Timothy I. Brumley
Hatred is a worm,
That eats from the inside out...
Leaving you hollow.
Timothy I. Brumley
Sufferance teaches,
The one who savors each bite...
Knows an empty plate.
Timothy I. Brumley
Tears shed from lost love
Flood the inlets to our hearts...
Creating islands.
Timothy I. Brumley
Evil is a spiritual maggot,
That devours the heart and mind...
Leaving the soul to rot.
Timothy I. Brumley
Crimson leaves afloat
A small pond's mirrored surface...
Reflecting autumn.
Timothy I. Brumley
While standing on the mountain top
It's easy to look down,
At those who climb and climb nonstop
Who live in tiny towns.
But I prefer the valley through
That's cradled like a cup,
Where mountain walls restrict my view
Towards Heaven looking up.
Timothy I. Brumley
They sound quite brilliant,
The rantings of a madman...
To those with like minds!
Timothy I. Brumley
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound
From distant thunder Mustang style
The thundered hooves of horses wild
Still echo back from times beguiled
Of olden days and men renown
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound.
Timothy I. Brumley
The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares
To nobler heights the soul impels
The time has come to bid farewell
And join the angels where they dwell
Now comes the climb up Jacob's stairs
The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares.
Timothy I. Brumley
You'll know when you have destroyed a culture,
When you have slain their last poet....
And forgotten his words!
Timothy I. Brumley
When I look in my dog’s eyes
My soul pales to compare,
No sign of vice, or pride, or lies
Or sin reside in there.
If eyes are windows to the soul
That show the heart inside,
Then puppy eyes are love filled bowls
That splash from side to side.
When I meet my best friend's stare
And her eyes start to shine,
I only see those things in there
I pray God sees in mine.
Timothy I. Brumley
Little Sammy Humperdink
He had a brain but could not think
He had no plans, he had no dreams
He had no imagination it seems
He did not work, he earned no pay
He drew a paycheck anyway
He had no dog, he owned no cats
His sole companions were the rats
He wore no hat, he paid no dues
He had no voice to sing the blues
He became a socialist I think
Poor Sammy Humperdink!
Timothy I. Brumley
Love will come a calling
As autumn shades are turning
While auburn leaves are falling
The joys of love start burning
As autumn shades are turning
I'll end my college learning
The joys of love start burning
When time stops slowly crawling
I'll end my college learning
While auburn leaves are falling
When time stops slowly crawling
Love will come a calling.
Timothy I. Brumley
Cupid, Cupid, cherubic sprite
Do you feel at all contrite
To fire your bow at only one
Then fly away and say, "I'm done!"
Cupid, Cupid, do you delight
To set a single dart in flight
So one can pine, the other run
Is that your impish way of fun?
Cupid, Cupid, who do you serve
That tolerates such childish nerve
Does God or Satan have your oath?
Personally........Methinks its both!
Timothy I. Brumley
Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
For naught bids as highly priced
As God's promise kept in Christ.
Timothy I Brumley