Short Davey Poems
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Local paper offered good quid
For the best pun penned and sent in
Davey sent in ten
Thinking one would win
Sadly for him, No Pun In Ten Did
Categories:
davey, humor, writing,
Form:
Limerick
Davey Crockett
Moved to Texas to fill up his pocket
But how could he know
They would get huffy at the Alamo
1-20-19
Contest: Educate Me With Humor
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
davey, history,
Form:
Clerihew
Three times higher on Mars you can jump,
which is great, but you'll sure be a grump
if you visit the spot
so incredibly hot
that the sun, when it's close, roasts your rump!
For the Life On Mars Poetry Contest of Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, places,
Form:
Limerick
Earth
(an acrostic Tanka)
Emeralds, rubies,
And sapphires once buried in
Rocky crevices
Thanklessly ripped from Mother -
Her trampled heart beats bleakly.
Written March 11, 2016 for the Contest of Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, earth,
Form:
Tanka
School is out,
It's time for them to let us out.
I can sleep till eight,
And stay up late.
You can take me fishing at one,
And take me home when I'm done.
I'll work for a day,
But you'll have to pay.
Summer is finally here,
I've been waiting all year.
By: Davey Pardoe
Categories:
davey, paradise,
Form:
Couplet
I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep
later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left
Categories:
davey, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Though a doctor or a lawyer in my parents' eyes,
I eschewed that to become the best at catching flies.
I could have been a doctor (if I had been wise).
From their graves, I can still hear their tortured cries,
"When will little Davey finally realize
there's more to life than being best at catching flies?"
Categories:
davey, career, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
Eggs Benedict Arnold?
Crown Roast from a King?
Shepperd's Pie?
For this he's died?
Pie Alamo?
Does Davey Crockett know?
Stewed tomatoes?
Just who got them drunk?
Limberger cheese?
Our aviator hero stunk?
We seem to find ourselves,
Eating some weird stuff,
Don't you think it's time....
To say we've had enough?
Categories:
davey, allegory, food, funny, on writing and words,
Form:
Burlesque
You spit your salty spite at me
Like I'm all who's ever err'd
A few times before, I've swam at sea
I don't jump in unprepared
So watch your kegs and cannonballs
'Fore another goes around
For I have broken masts and walls
Still yet have never drowned
Hung up when Davey Jones' called
And laughed at the tolling bell's sound
Categories:
davey,
Form:
Free verse
Bright tides timberland her eyes...
His Davey Crocket, calling from high atop
Time's ridge as she dancing with their wolves
Wine of wild raspberries red dripping from her lips
Boy, searching for love's lost child ? Over it's mountains
Past this snow jungle fever where spirits flow and, such passion
Seaside swirls her beauty's baby girl; nature's pearl Jane's, addiction.
Categories:
davey, beautiful, girl, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Ye dirty son of a sea dog
Ye rotten pile o' bones
Ye'll see the end o' me cutlass
I'll intrrroduce ye to Davey Jones
Ye'll not be getn me treasure
For Ive the map ye see
Ill set ye adrift in a leaky skiff
And food for fish ye'll be
Me chest be filled wi diamonds
And rubies, pearls and such
But ye'll be treadn water
Me treasure ye wont touch
My ode to pirates everywhere..
Categories:
davey, humor, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Ye dirty son of a sea dog
Ye rotten pile o' bones
Ye'll see the end o' me cutlass
I'll intrrroduce ye to Davey Jones
Ye'll not be getn me treasure
For Ive the map ye see
Ill set ye adrift in a leaky skiff
And food for fish ye'll be
Me chest be filled wi diamonds
And rubies, pearls and such
But ye'll be treadn water
Me treasure ye wont touch
My ode to pirates everywhere..
Categories:
davey, adventure, funnyme,
Form:
Quatrain
He sailed the seven seas
said just let our ship be
we'll drink our ale and rum
sail until our days are done
We drank barrels and barrels of rum
drank until sick and our bodies done
poison now running in our veins
drunken we did not get up again
Over time we became a pile of bones
Davey Jones locker now called home
once a pirate on the seven sea
all the drinking was the death of me.
Categories:
davey, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
Every rodeo must have a clown
every king his fool.
But, a ship or boat has
got to have rudder
to steer it on its course.
Lost at sea, I drift aimless
carried by wave and wind
I gave up on the captains log and
sent the compass and sextant
straight down to Davey jones
I watch the wheel
in it's meaningless spin
I plot a course no more
and I contemplate my fate
and remember cowboys and kings.
Categories:
davey, allegory
Form:
Blank verse
Fresh water the requisite for frogs
Hydration for their eggs
They sing as precipitation falls
And swim with those legs
High pitched croaks invigorate
Their desire, leave some awake
Crystallization of chlorine
Only helps the cycle break
Pool water impermeable
When those slimy eggs float
Precipitation pleasantries
Washed away by that note
Brian Davey
Elements Part 3: Water
Written: Thursday, April 14, 2014
Categories:
davey, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Ocular hypertension and
A couple of jabs here
I read the letters on the chart and
Threw in the towel
But she was adamant
The connotations
Pay-per-view Las Vegas
Ears bitten
Jubba-jubba-jib-jab and
A bathroom meteorologist
I got the receptionist
In a headlock
I didn't kill Davey Moore
But I made another appointment and
Promised her the next time I was in
I would be the heavyweight champion of the world
Categories:
davey, addiction, anger,
Form:
Free verse
The Westward Wind
The westward wind whistled,
As it whisked wildly pass,
Weeping willow trees.
Weary eyed women watched,
As winters wayward wrath,
Wreaked havoc through its breeze.
Waffling warm winds weaving,
As wounded workers,
Walked, the winding path.
Wailing Whippoorwills whispered,
Welcoming words of warmth,
From the westward winds aftermath!
Written: 3/17/16 ©
Submitted for contest: Elements Part 2: Wind
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, nature, weather, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
If circumstance glimmer
to peace
it may glimmer to war
and not the least something
so may be indifferent.
The world is so much shapening:
A little less is pieceful
and a little less is like waw?.
Who will mis store his/her
pepper assuming before the
market davey?.
Or fail to harnesse let say tomatoo
even though amidst damn.
Should we not keep our
feelings and passions robust
and glee however?.
Categories:
davey, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse