Short Chief Poems
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first peoples voted nay
(they haven’t much of a say)
Call him chief?
beyond belief!
but they’d sure like his scalp for display
Chief sources are Seven
Pride, Greed, Lust
Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or laziness
Commonly called 7 Capital Sins or 7 Deadly Sins
the chief was coughing
the crowd thought him laughing
he protested in innocence
the crowd saw him mad in presence
and burst out laughing
A nitpicking chief isn’t nice
Takes away work’s sugar and spice
Labor can chug
Without a boss bug
Since we’re not the ones who have lice
Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson
a difficult person when all said&done
Left a legacy of artistic tricks
founder-in-chief of ' art vortics'
Hope is one of the chief causes to despair - bear it to succeed.
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An handyman named Warren Peace
Was led astray by Auntie's niece
As a matter of fact
They were caught in the act
And her dad is Chief of Police
Beard or bard? queried chief counsel, The Spit.
Bared wit: "alike drunkn greif".
Berkspeller loose in the fief!
Beware, none sings from his lIEf...
Indian chief floating in the sky
Smoking peace pipe, relaxing
With tear in his eye
As he looks down on Mother Earth
Land that gave his forefathers birth
My teacher said it is her belief,
the bean is a protein full chief,
then she pointed at me,
and asked ‘what is a pea?’
I replied, ‘it’s a mighty relief.’
The earth is standing
Upon its tail
I saw the chief Imam
Dash into the stall of the pork seller
Shouting "Hallelujah!"
The earth is tilting
Upon its axis...
Grandpa snored loud by the fire,
Dreaming of treats he’d admire.
He woke with a yawn,
Found the cookies all gone—
Seems the dog’s now our chief cookie buyer!
A Man Named Muldoon
there once was a man named Muldoon
chief of the local dragoon
when out on patrol
he fell in a hole
and hasn't been seen since high noon
An Indian chief, named Bold Eagle,
Once lived with his faithful old beagle.
He maintained his station,
Without reservation,
In a style that was in tents, but regal.
You must follow
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
In pleasure!
That, may be a lie?
God 's angels
come in singing some
wonderful chorus for him.
Adorable instrumental musics
strengthen in the journey to become
one of the commander - in - chief powers.
A bold and brash decree
With a TRUMP AND A TALE he stirred the sea
A leader's journey, in the spotlight's gleam
Echoes of a nation, chasing the American dream
© daniel miltz
Happy birthday, Brother Oscar,
The chief rules with authority;
The power possessed by the czar
Is no match to the Almighty.
Topic: Birthday of Oscar Eclarinal (March 22)
Donald Trump
Donald J. Trump
chief executive chump
still not clued in
for his love of Putin
Clerihew Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by The name forsakes me
July 22, 2018
About the deceased say either good or nothing,
Therefore at the funeral of the deceased chief,
The subordinates danced in full silence,
With happy faces, but slowly with grief!
There was a vampire House of Pain
It was the neighborhood’s chief bane
Blade and Whistler found it
Squashed it and those ‘round it
Now they call it the House of Tame
*Blade II
Who becomes what there is no guarantee…
With this point of view who will not agree?
The son of a blatant thief…
Can become a police chief.
I wonder why only plums from its tree!
An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
The university's raison d'etre bartered
A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
Clear as pools of water
Looking into the eyes
Of a new born child
Wonderment of what title
Suites firm
Doctor
Law maker
Chief of staff
Blank slate
Treasure to be had
Keepsake nomad
There was an old leprechaun chief,
His haemorrhoids caused him some grief,
So he cussed and he swore
That his butt was so sore,
And wiped with a soft shamrock leaf.
For Andrea’s limerick contest