Short Cornelius Poems
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Peieter Cornelius Mondriaan
son of a Calvinist preacher man
Outlned his geometrics in black
making a colour-filled abstract
Here lies Cornelius Nash
He died amid the Wall Street Crash
No longer being a millionaire
He stepped off the tower, into thin air
Cornelius McGillicuddy Mack
You can’t make up a name like that
At baseball he took a loud whack
(Managing the A’s to 3,731 wins)
~ Suit-and-tie, teetotalling aristocrat
Herein lies Cornelius Gus Huss
Who wanted more muscles and then plus
Til one day he had more of his "juice".
It killed him when he combined it with booze!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September,24,2014
Hortense and Gertrude
Priscilla, Imogene
Once-popular names
no more to be seen
Isadore, Cornelius
Cyrus and Mortimer
Back in the day such
names courted her
You never know though
when a name may return
Such as Ambrose, Edsel
Penelope or Fern
(Witty Epitaph)
Herein lies Cornelius Gus Huss
Who wanted more muscles and then plus
Til one day he had more of his "juice".
It killed him when he combined it with booze.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
Art and mind are once again
Silent then. a quiet name
Comes.
Cognomen...
Golden chickpea dance in fields
Knowing strokes of paint do yield
Genius genus genie genes in us.
Electric Text in the core of this
Write. Script.OS. Comitis....
Duenos lingua Cornelius.
Kernos Major. Mojo
and Candles.dear
;p
Form:
Cornelius McGillicuddy
Conservative fuddy-duddy
Though he shortened his name to Connie Mack
Neither smoked, drank ~ or cut players any slack
___________________________________________
Connie Mack managed the Philadelphia Athletics major
league baseball (MLB) team from 1894 - 1950.
I long to walk with you along the sea,
Just you, our son, and me,
As cornelius runs along the sand,
I could kiss and hug you and hold your hand,
I really miss the small things oh so much,
But most of all i miss your loving touch,
But one day soon we will be together,
And my only loves it will be forever,
And even though we are kept apart,
You know my loves your in my heart
Form:
(in Memory of Don Cornelius)
Why did he-himself in the head
come to blow
After he had it "on the lock",
where did it go
When did this situation on him
take its toll
How could he, his whole LIFE
away, up and throw
When he with keeping it All
together was "on a roll"
This wasn't the Don Cornelius,
We all love and know
For what's it's worth, I wish him
LOVE PEACE and SOUL!!!
(We Miss You Don, RIP)
Cornelius was a linguist, not a poet -
though his ego was much too large to know it.
After penning a traditional Japanese tanka,
regarding the policies of la casa blanca,
he realized his multicultural poetry - though raw
in meter and message - lacked a certain je ne sais quoi.
Inspired by the writings of our own Maurice Rigoler
*la casa blanca = the white house
*je ne sais quoi = a quality that cannot be named easily.