Short Fettle Poems
Short Fettle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fettle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fettle by length and keyword.
I am a little archangel,
please let me in your garden dwell,
when there,I will spread out so well;
Later,you won't let me settle
but I'll keep you in fine fettle,
I'm the dreaded yellow-nettle.
or Lamium galeobdolon
Thick bubbles of tea leaves, whistling in the kettle.
Most times, the mule was a symbol of obstinacy.
I don't mean bored but yet didn't grasp the fettle.
We're stuck here, so we'll continue for eternity.
Since I am over sixty,
Me, people try to console!
They give all advice to soothe my soul!
I tell them that I am in fine fettle,
They fail to understand my mettle!
I tell them not to be sympathetic!
Who listens? Each one is apathetic!
There comes a young lad from abroad.
He wants a car but can’t afford.
So he gets scrap metal
And this he does fettle.
Then calls it a Honda Accord.
He took it out for a test-run.
At first this seemed to be great fun.
But in metal he fettle
The welding was brittle.
Suddenly it all came undone.
A Footle?
Explain
Again!
~
Boot?
Coot?
Bottle?
No Footle
What makes a Footle?
A Footle’s a pootle, you see
You first take a mootle, a small twist of tootle,
then you fattle your fettle and fittle your futtle and that’s how a Footle is made!
~
For Yasmin's Footle Fun Competition.
Sedated, but now in full fettle
Yet I cannot boil the darn kettle
I can’t turn on tv
But can go for a pee
My hubby must be on his mettle!
Having been sedated I am not allowed to ‘operate ANY domestic equipment for 24 hours – I am lucky I have hubby and son to help me … but feel for anyone who lives on their own
07/07/20
L-et the dust settle,
I-nstead of making it gray;
E-vade the rugged wind,
Z-ealously take trouble
A-way.
G-ive time till things get calmer,
O-bliterate the devil's way;
D-istress will return to normality,
A-ugust twenty-ninth Tuesday.
L-et the conflict disappear,
L-et you be in fine fettle;
E-agerly let the haze fade, let the dust settle.
Upon the spirits of love, and bliss
The powers of peace, and harmony
The soil I plant my feet within,
And the Goddess; I do humbly serve thee…
Grant me now this fine fettle wish,
To cleanse me of all impurities
To fill my heart, my body, my spirit
With the grain of fruitful beginnings.
By Light, by life, by love, by laughter,
And by the law of which I follow;
Upon the rising incense smoke
May all I seek be hallowed.
So mote it be!
a 4 lane bi-way east and west;
first come upon passing of a dead skunk;
Next comes a squirrel
and then another skunk on the north side of the lane;
just there laying on their sides dead as nails;
Now the odor so pungent;
smells of death
almost liken human, dog, or other animal remains, yet worse;
Fetal fettle dead carcasses
up the road
Lord, God almighty animalistic death's hold
Don't know if them critters were sick or poison
Something but life got a hold of em'
Nothing except wonder you behold,
Sitting among the modifiers of fate,
Radiating warmth, light of faith,
Transmitting through thin thread,
Heart to heart with ethereal link.
They throw you high into the sky,
Like a fettle falcon ready to fly.
Flight takes you to the world strange,
On the landing spots, you often find,
The same sacred hands anxious to receive,
The fuelling arms open wide,
Ready to embrace, infuse the power,
For further journey to the higher skies.