Short Frank Poems
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A man whose name was Frank
Lost his mind, it went blank
It became clear
Frank could not hear
He was as deaf as a plank
Frank loves German beer so much
Everyone knows it's his vice
Now they call him Frank in stein
I don't think that's very nice!
Frank Zappa
proved he was no rapper
instead, he wrote don’t eat the yellow snow
where the Huskies like to go
Frank Gehry
overlapping titanium sails strike some as scary
Bilbao the first
lately the Disney Widow said i just love being coerced.
I once knew a penguin named Frank.
Who had a big problem. He drank.
He got a full snout.
His wife threw him out.
And now he's asleep in “the tank.”
Frank was outspoken, direct.
His assumptions were not always correct.
His sentences, brief,
Causing some people grief.
His opinions were hard to accept.
Mary Godwin -- soon to be Shelley --
Writing with Percy, Byron and Polidori
To create the scariest horror story,
Gave life to a monster of immortal glory.
I bailed my honest friend out of the tank
Who dressed up as a hotdog for a prank
It’s not a misdemeanor
To dress up as a wiener
I see no harm in trying to be frank
We ignored
that sound before, thunder
approaching, and paid a heavy price.
Never again! Empty
rhetoric?
This poem is written in the new poetic form Tritriplicata
I went on a blind date to wine and dine
heads turned because she looked so damn divine,
but while I sat to partake
she gave me a lap-dance shake...
the lady is a tramp at table nine!
Frank N. Stein began to whine,
No one ever asked him out to dine,
Dracula said, " You can come with me,
I know where some good neck might be,"
But Frank thought he should decline.
My boyfriend his first name is Frank
he claimed that he worked in a bank
I know that is barmy
Cos he’s in the army -
He dropped me at home in a tank!
7/30/19
Frank N. Stein began to whine,
He'd been accused of awful crime,
Scaring little kids in their bed,
Setting off metal detectors with his head,
He just may need a re-design.
A flatulent codger named Frank
Passed wind as he queued in the bank
When he made his deposit
He shuffled like a hobbit
The stench as he left was so rank
4/19/18
What famous singer had a real nose problem
Frank Snotra of course, still rose to stardom
It dripped in his dreams
A scene quite obscene
Became known later as Frank Snostrum
What famous singer had a real nose problem
Frank Snotra of course, still rose to stardom
It dripped in his dreams
A scene quite obscene
Became known later as Frank Snostrum
What famous singer had a real nose problem
Frank Snotra of course, still rose to stardom
It dripped in his dreams
A scene quite obscene
Became known later as Frank Snostrum
A wonderful young girl, Anne Otto Frank,
Was forced to live confined, like fish in a tank.
She could have been saved, if about her people knew....
But nobody cared, she was just another Jew.
Listen to poem:
Drac, Wolf, Frank, and Claude
Bela to Lon, doubtless psychosis,
Karloff insert he needs hypnosis,
those three murmured on,
awe night till scared dawn,
Rain unseen flights for diagnosis.
2020 October 09
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helped more than you can realize. Best regards, tom
What did they do to u?
Forced you to hide
From fear of Gestapo.
From fear of murder.
Now germans look
at Amerika and spit.
I have something to say to
Germany.
At least America didn't melt
its own people
into ash yet.
Agents against 'Woke'
ban, monitor
revise, exclude
like
'Natives' intruded
like
ships didn't deliver slaves
like
Anne Frank didn’t journal
like
separate was equal
like
history was meant to be revised
like
they want to see it.
To be perfectly frank, girls in shorts turn my crank
My old motor starts roaring with a squeak and a clank
My eyes start whirling
My head starts swirling
At my age, drooling's frowned on to be perfectly frank
© Jack Ellison 2015
Let the daughters
of Isis
do their witchcraft
We will stand on the
surface of the water
Like small boats
We are golden and many
They are few
Let us not be concerned about
diving into streams of memory
To be perfectly frank
It matters little
A holy man in a hospital bed
Preciously wrapped,
Like a mystic infant
Radiant, beautifully sculpted
against white sheets.
You're dying you say.
Your voice a lamp,
Another lesson strung
on a rosary of sacred moons,
to be held in prayer,
while darkness swaddles you.