Short Fluke Poems
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reflections on whale watching
humpback whales breaching
play on blue flowing sea swells ~
smooth fluke prints remain
2-17-22
If you should hear Tom Selleck spout
His irritating, "It turns out..."
It isn't a fluke
Just gobbledygook
Intended to smother your doubt
Davy Jones was clearly immoral
When he ruled all sex must be oral
But one mermaid's tail
Excited a whale
And his fluke just shattered the coral!
Tristesse fell in love with a Duke
The Duke thought their love was a fluke
But tonight at ten
All over again
They both fall in love with a spook!
I once knew a poet named Luke,
His only good write was a fluke,
Though comments are kind,
His work’s still maligned,
He's the butt of his own self-rebuke.
Years ago God the Creator in facebook
Outright blocked knavish Satan the Crook.
When unblocked, anew he
A request sent in glee,
That God accepted by fluke !
Man what a mess of the season.
Especially since we had no reason.
In the end we are tested.
Should we really be resting?
What a fluke, the Mets lose to treason!
Some think it just an Irish fluke
The cause of life’s long evil spook
An Irish curse
Guinness made worse
The morning after’s pale green puke
John G. Lawless
3/18/2022
Turkey farmer Jones was seen as a kook
many claimed his whole life was a fluke.
But they were not aware
Jones had learned a skill rare--
he was fluent in speaking gobbledygook.
Turkey farmer Jones was seen as a kook.
Many declared his whole life was a fluke.
But they were not aware
Jones had learned a skill rare,
he was fluent in speaking gobbledygook.
From the Sages of old
came an ancient ruse.
They named it a Yote.
But it's not a fluke.
Cause they're in the know.
Won't, refute the scrolls.
Yotes, wear sneaker boots.
And Yodel in Tune.
Horse and carriage rides
Parting in such style
Fluke of a meeting
Out of the blue
Settling doubts
Want in view
From a far
Showing new
Ribbon laced thoughts
Cherished moves valued
Quaint
Picture book treasures
Oil stained
A gentleman known as, "The Fluke"
Is notorious for his puke
He can't hold his beer
But he loves to cheer
So the King just made him a Duke!
n.b. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
The window for the
New Year Honours List
is closing fast!
We look at the blue sky in awe, as we reach for each others' hand.
We gaze for hours into our souls.
Have we REALLY found happiness or is it a fluke?
It doesn't matter because I'm leaning towards you.
Our lips lock and I can taste your lipstick.
On a lucky break day
My soul grew stray
I dreamed of a fortune
A blessing event chosen
Much I wondered, fluke luck
A mindful stumbling upon, awestruck
In a kingdom full of imagining
Once upon a midnight awakening
Far-fetched said I, only a dream
Taken to the extreme
A prayer answered a fluke it's not
God has come to help he ask for nought
So give your thanks by showing you care
Become the answer to a prayer
This whole creation was made to work
Didn't just happen it's not a quirk
It's just as simple as this short rhyme
Make a circle in place of a line
My wife was a spook ,she lived in a secret little nook
She spooked all the old houses of Thomasville Oak Brook
She loved to cook crispy batwings
And tied me to her apron strings
One night in frenzy of love she ate me up with a fluke
Cherry Blossom
An ocean of pink and white
Waves are her petal bed
A sprinkle of beauty
A gossamer spread
Untrammelled they fall
Down to kiss the ground
Refinery"s best in show
Flutterdown everglow
Not by fluke was fondness captured
Lying luckily , eyes raptured
Twas here not by chance
Basking in her Flamboyance
thank you
Swift as air, the jet took me back.....
to my roots.
The pre-Thanksgiving fares to Philly sucked me in,
like mom's Hoover vacuum.
And Lady Luck, her diamonds catching the rays of a thousand moonlit nights,
held my hand,
when I stayed with an old childhood friend.
Together we walked the fields near the murky river,
and lamented what never became.
Form:
Tough to say But I think the Duke His years in the spotlight Were definitely no fluke He fought the wars Won the west This giant was always At his best At the very end The Shootist And True Grit Will forever stand the test Happy trails John Wayne You were Without a doubt Heads above the rest
something strange to earth was sent
dropped some art then simply went
now lonely spiders left on mars
watch red shoes dance on dusty stars
and walls of televisions sing
sweet things about the rebel king
the lad insane, the skinny duke
androgynous inspired fluke
flight of peacock, coloured flash
funkin’ funky ash to ash
china diamond, cold as god
genuinely, truly odd
by gail
I need just a touch of blue the young designer said.
In her hair?
No
On her lips?
No.
Contacts?
The designer looked exasperated - on her forehead. Paint it.
We thought this was strange but we did it, to please her.
This magazine cover won all kinds of awards.
A fluke of youth?
No. This was forty years ago, and she is still winning awards
For her fabulous innovative magazine covers.
Vanity and dust, dust and vanity:
is that all we are? Clashing egos,
scheming, soulless, taking and getting
only to loose all to that cheater Death?
When all you love will one day turn
to dust and none beat emptiness,
then you must pick--
that all is but chance,
or all is planned and
luck is the illusion...
sentience a cruel joke
or a divine-like gift...
and you either a fluke,
or one tugged by God.
It creeps in at night
Or by morning light
But whenever it creeps
It stays out of sight
Only I know
In my veins it flows
The naive world around
Helps it to grow
Others clue in
But think it’s MY sin
I must CHOOSE this darkness
Again and again
It couldn’t be fluke
I must CRAVE to puke
I surly must choose
Not to rebuke
It’s all in the name
The name of the game
I envy you
But we’re not the same
Until we meet again
Not by chance
But by design
Not by accident
But by choices accepted or declined
Not by coincidence
But by the alignment of our souls
Not by a fluke
But by universal sparks that unite our unrelenting goals
Not by a stroke of luck
But by focus and a guided decision
Not by blind impact
But by stars on a predetermined collision
Until we meet again
And we will meet again
Let’s be ready!