Short Fans Poems
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Every morning and afternoon
the birds come to my rescue
either I'm a fan of them
or they're fans of me
Tusi zafar day tattay chukan walay fan ho,
Mein zafar day tattay chupan wala fan hun.
Note.Hun daso bohta wada fan kon ay Me..
this year
the wear
the winner hats
there team won that
now ite time for the band
pararde street beat
for
HOME TEAM BALL BALL FAN
You just spend your days
Watching the ceiling fan
blow the world away
In this dying state
you stay
They all frown upon you
with dismay
Alas ‘tis the fate of plucky Jan
To write her poetry while on the can
Her pen’s been known to scoop
A sprinkling of poop
And gleefully to let it hit the fan
Burlesque dancer Cher
feathers perfectly placed
falling on her face
fans strewn everywhere
Written 17th March 2019
Contest: 21 Syllables
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Baseball fans have crossed the line
They don't respect this game so fine
What have we become
A bunch of ape-like scum
Though most of us are still refined
There once came a grey haired old man.
Or am I mistaken was it rather a ma'am?
Nevertheless he big brought gifts
And climbed big cliffs
To deliver them to his little fans.
The mighty slugger saunted to the plate
The sun dipped in the sky, 'twas getting late
First he swung and he missed
But the next pitch he 'kissed'
Out of the park ~ onto the Interstate
Use Fans and Enjoy Tans
To overcome heat we should use fans;
Marble has collapsed in hole use spans;
Shells in my canister;
Slide down bannister;
Have exact amount of sun for my tan.
Jim Horn
E-agerly
S-oothe
T-he
I-nternational
F-ans
U-ntil
N-ames
N-eed
Y-our
S-ublime
O-de
L-etting
A-crostic
R-hyme
E-ntertain
S-pectators
Topic: Birthday of Estifunny M. Solares (July 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Fine Fans With Tans
Around me gathered my each fine fan,
They say Poetry Soup did try to ban
Instead of being dead,
Called me marble head,
And caught writing poems in Ketchikan.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Swifties Unite!
Mimi, Taylor's most insta-swifty, totally meowed
As she grabs some me time, she'll vote she vowed
I really must flush and shoo
Me lady needs the loo
Swifty Cat ladies unite! We’re smart, brave and proud!
thank you so much for your views
how did I not see the clever rouse
that nor am I poet or author
but you
you have read my work
and I appreciate it
hope you have fun
reading the poetry
that I have won
from dreams gone on
and a long time gone
Cherished in great heat.
Silently cools, our bodies.
It spins and makes us cool.
With its lamps hanging below.
A most comforting device
And beautiful too.
Its magic?
It never asks a thing of you.
A simple switch on our wall.
Keeps us cool, till breezes of Fall.
6/25/2021
(Senryus)
If I don’t have
a hair-band on my wrist I
feel out of control.
When I was a kid
I thought teens were the coolest
people in the world.
Now I know that teens
are the tiredest, most stressed
people in the world.
How fun would it be
if ceiling fans could support
our weight - bye boredom.
I'm sorry for the Steelers fans
(My sister and her spouse)
For disappointment must now rule
Their beings and their house.
The Packers fans are sad as well,
So close but no cigar,
A pity to be unsuccessful
Having come so far.
I really couldn't care which teams
Are Super Bowl contending,
But I'm delighted that the
Football season will be ending!
Football fans
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
Football has its ups and downs.
When fans and players act like clowns.
I mean the way they speak and play.
I mean, are they true fans or players I say?
No football team can always be good.
Even if fans think they should.
I mean, if all the teams scored the same.
What is the point of playing the game?
Form:
After the fall,
I’m wondering
Who’s cryin’ now?
Am I still yours faithfully?
I’ll send you my love
Just don’t stop believin’
I just wanna be
Lovin’, touchin’, and squeezin’ you.
While the wheel in the sky
Just keeps turnin’
Live Your life
Any way you want it!
When we’ve went our separate ways
Be good to yourself
‘Cause later on I’ll come to you
With open arms.
Form:
They are not ivories
they are canines
Between them is a venom
stand in the right column
They are not friends
They are fans
Sucking your blood
They won't leave, until they paint you mud
They are not after your wealth
They worry about your health
Very few, but means a lot
They stand with you, firm as a knot
They don't wait to wipe your tears
They hold you, and fight your fears
Like starlings we flock
Drawn to the sounds
Marching to the beat
Of our favourite band
T shirts with tour dates
And logo’s worn proud
We are the followers
The fans that go wild
We know all the words
The 1st beats of a song
We stand at the front
Bouncing all around
We wait for an autograph
we are proper fans
Download them itunes
and Play them in the car
Sing the songs in the shower
We are proper hardcore
we are fans of the band.
Days are much shorter when autumn appears
The warm sun drifting lower in the sky,
Children are happy as Christmas time nears
Thanksgiving brings visions of pumpkin pie.
Let’s not forget October’s Halloween nigh
Happiness reigns even through the cold months
Especially the football season’s punts,
Wrapped up in warm blankets for the home game
Or in camouflage in the woods for hunts,
Each year fans of the season feel the same.
written October 9, 2021