Short Ernest Poems

With loaded gun...he gave up!...

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Ernest Hemingway
Not a drunkard on paper
Words ending too soon...

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Ernest Hemingway:
live it to write about it;
book is loyal friend...

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he persevered through struggle conquering his courage and compassion...

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we go to great lengths to win ~ and in the end find that we've won nothing...

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"Ole" Ernest P. Worrell
Only acted a squirrel.
Thus, He wasn't mad.
But a passing fad....

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Ernest Hemingway
Nobel winner in his day
Verse penned as a 6 word novel
an English monoku as well...

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the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too;
      wrapped arms 'round my unborn child.
...

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Thomas Ernest Hulmeaka 'T E'
sent down from Cambridge was he
After some trouble&strife
settled into an 'Imagiste' life...

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Ernest was a taxidermist.
Who stuffed birds and animals the firmest.
Ernie had made a name,
In the taxidermist game,
He was also a professional internist....

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Alone,
in peripheral solitude, without glory 
nor fame to flaunt---Ernest the whisperer, serenading
the sweetness of the gentle wind.

The scent of a naked lady
engulfed him, with a pinkish smile
and he wishes…
for your ultimate return....

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There was a forlorn poet named Ernest
entered prized Christmas poetry contest
won necklace for the first place
took it in case, ran a race
to win the lady’s heart in lone earnest.

(Syllable count : 10,10,7,7,10
checked on howmanysyllables.com)...

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Great literary treat
From Ernest Hemmingroid
No Pillsbury man, be he....
No push-over poet....
No eat-your -cake too fake.....

He rises to the occasion,
Sun or Rain,
Yeah, sometimes...
He's a pain in the ass
But, rest assured,
It's not just gas......

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The Love Spell
She blew a kiss 
A perfect kiss. 
My muse 
She gave me a perfect bliss

Her magic spell
Entered  my brain 
Like a bullet with
A magic kiss

She blew a kiss 
A perfect kiss
My muse!
She gave me a perfect bliss

By Ernest Badounts...

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Fallen                                        home...
          star                         way
                  working    my








*I wrote this a few years ago, after reading the great Ernest Hemingway's famous 6 word 
bio...these 6 little words have much inner/hidden meaning for me. :)...

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Candid Beauty
Candid beauty made of gold
True, your beauty never gets 
old,
Many stories have been told
By so many,you've been loved,

True,your eyes elate my wish;
Oh....Your kissed, lavish
Levitate me to my dreams;
Nothing really what it seems

Only you is my dream-wish 

By Ernest Badounts...

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In my deep thought,I yielded
To the midnight peace.
It shook  me with embrace,
Wrapped around me,
Like a gentle woman
That blinded me with kindness;
I my thoughts matured  on  
earth's surface
Venturing  into  the depths.
I closed my eyes and listened
To the midnight peace...


-Ernest Badounts...

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Ironic Twist
Ironic twist 
Reflected in the tryst
Woman of bliss
Gazed with a secret kiss

Silent mysteries uncovered
With each minute discovered
Our heartbeats traveled

Like volcanic fire
The universe  gladly admired

Her!

She awakened silently
My search for divinity




-Ernest Badounts-...

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Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Road rage—
Osama,
Oboma—
JFK,
Blown away—
Thin ties,
Tie dyes—
Ernest Tubb,
Beelzebub!

WMD,
Wannbe—
John McCain
Still a pain—
911,
Twenty-four seven—
JonBennet,
Turned away—
Poetry,
Geometry—
James Dean,
Was a queen—
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Still the rage....

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Ernest Hemingway;
Him had his way,
Earnest Hemingway.
Not much a poet I would say,
I like him anyway...
Had so many things to say.
Though married many wives,
Couldn’t keep em,
For with other women he was sleeping!
I know for in his Bio… 
I’ve been peeping,
And into his writing style…
              I’m slowly creeping!...

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(Poetry Form: Divine - not included in list of selections)

The clock stood still in shock, refused to chime;
an old alarm designed to warn,
as sneak thief scrambled through
the window frame.

He thought he'd planned a perfect flawless crime;
they caught him in the early morn
when armored men in blue,
the coppers, came....

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I dreamed I saw the grave of Ernest Dowson
Bleakly set
In some forgotten churchyard corner,
Lone and wet.

The spectral London fog descended cold on 
Sentry grass
Where seldom any visitors or pilgrims
Deign to pass.

And in my reverie I bravely scattered
Roses there, 
And felt a frail and wispy “Thank you”
Warm the air....

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Bitter bitty Betty bullied brute Billy
Choosing caustic comments, some so silly
Disgusted, divorced Danny deemed her a dilly.
Eventually evading Ernest, Eddie, Elyse and Elly
Forever forcing Freddie into fashion frenzy frilly.
Gathering grave grievances, grazing grief counselor, Gilly.
Harvesting heavy handed horrors, hampering Billy....

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Aroma Of Your Fire

Aroma of your youthful  Fire
Defines the essence 
Of your Eyes.
With time you blossom 
like a flower
In arrayed fields 
of endless sighs.
Your eyes are dreamlike 
that take me higher 
with serenading symphony 
Spread kisses of llife's melody, 
Amongs the faceless, algit, crowd,
Your beauty rises each hour...


By Ernest Badounts...

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The Mist
Cascais was enveloped in a silky, grey fog last night
that reminded me of Marilyn Dietrich silk- stockings
she wore in an ad many years ago.
Ernest Hemingway and her were a great love story
not consumed.
Above the stockings, a nearly full moon shone, it 
gave hope for the future, the lockdown will soon end
it will be ok, but not as before taking life for granted....

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