Short Kelly Poems
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There was once a girl named Kelly
Who ate nothing else but jelly
It fell from her hands
Onto her pants
All she could see was her belly!
Kelly
The most beautiful brown eyes
The happiest smile
The softest fur
The wagging tail
The little chirp of excitement
My dog
My Kelly
Kind, unique and
Eccentric young
Lady. It’s sad to know that you’re
Leaving, but yet I know that
You will be great -a lavish princess.
R. Kelly did meet Lucy Furr
But - dang it all - she did not purr!
He sang, "Bum Rap"
But that was crap
Because his peers would not concur
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
They'll never
box me in
laughing all the way
as shackles broke off
Ned Kelly
had never felt
so alive
there'll be others
game as Ned Kelly
to follow him.
There once was a couple named Kelly
Who called their young daughter, Sweet Nellie.
And why was she so sweet?
Because all she would eat
Was just peanut butter and jelly.
Kelly and Kelly Sounds Smelly
While I had been listening to my Tele,
Things really started seeming smelly;
Wonder why,
Who would lie;
Think it could be both Kelly and Kelly.
Jim Horn
Vivid dreams
Fascination with the sky
Hope blazing
I turn toward emerald seas
Oceans raging
I am one with the ground
My truth is the only truth
Under stars I sit
Give us freedom
I belong to chaos
Written by Gail DeBole on March 16, 2020
There once was a kitty named Kelly
Who watched his shows on the telly.
When someone massaged his ears
Kelly’s purr became clear
And he became one cheerful felly.
it's raining
dropping
on my roof
reminding
me that
i have for
gotten my
umbrella
but re
membering
that each
drop is a
note in a song
that allows
me to sing
ing
in the
rain while
dancing
Form:
Kibitzer Kelly is in everybody’s biz
She adds details, hoping for some extra fizz
Likes to spy on her neighbors all day long
Takes detailed notes, her observations strong
Writes down license plates of cars every hour
Snooping and spying is her superpower
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Dorian Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,5,2014
The often-accused R. Kelly
likes 'em young, say reports on the telly.
He says, "Innocent am I!" He believes he can fly!
Just as well as he sings, he can LIE.
"I Believe I Can Fly" -- hit song by Kelly
March 29, 2019, entered in Tania Kitchin's Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew
Contest
Empty canvass.
Your periscope
Will never
reach my center.
Unless I attribute
Your Felix and
such ridiculousness.
Silly am I?
Well perhaps
It is my unrepairable
Libido now.
And the elderly
Weep while I partake
In sinfulness.
But of course,
we are of the
Thirdkind.
And indeed
A swing-set
Cannot fix this.
Words of music and hidden truth
Often spoken rarely understood
I am the way truth and life
I exist beyond this mortal strife
My hope is deeply inside my light
I am salt of the world my flavor is good
In my doom I avoid the silence
In my heart I survive the flood
Through love I connect the air
In my breath I taste the wind
Minimalist, abstraction spectrum
shaped by content, the form...
stark colour the norm.
Large blocks, grand scale of
even monochrome of elusive
memories. .. unformed.
Tribute to Ellesworth Kelly (died aged 92 on 27/12/15)
You may hear my recite my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Catch my short form verse @strandpoet on twitter
Kelly collided with Ellie but neither was hurt
That was the miracle of the day said stupid Bart
Kelly was a truck
Ellie ran amuck
She was as drunk as a skunk and didn't wear a skirt
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Scaly Kelly scrawled a scribble rolled up into a scroll
Kept it in the Dolly's baguette and waited for the fall
But Dolly was fumbler-bumbler
Constitutionally humbler
Kissed the baguette goodbye and jumped on a jumbo spring roll
Scaly Kelly © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
More than a game, it was a heart from
a royal flush. I saw her every flaw which
told me her true hand. A slight twitch
in her eye told the bluff, as she tugs
her earlobe and raises the stakes. I call
her on the hand that would send her to
bankruptcy. She reveals a straight flush. I glance
over my fool's hand and fold. It was only
one heart away from a royal flush....At least
thats what I tell my wife.
Behind you fat fluffy clouds float by
your paleness is silhouetted against the sky,
If I squint I can blur the lines and
picture you resting by their side.
Deep breaths, sleepy mumbles
all around you the city quietly rumbles.
Yet you dream of happy things
and all the wonders your future brings.
How happy my heart is
to see you sleep so happily,
tho your mind wanders to far off places
I know you'll find your way back to me.
Ned Kelly
A villain to some
A hero to most
He fought
He stole
And he killed
Stood up to the law
As he rode the outback
Robbing trains and banks
Helping the people as he went
Stories would be told for years
Myths would become legend
The legend would become history
Ned Kelly, the man who fought and won
The man who died doing what only he could do
He is a part of Australiana
Part of the country that created him
Made him a villain
Made him a hero
Made him a legend
Kelly cannot get along with her new neighbors
Their tree limbs fall on her fence
They say they want to poison mice
They park their car too close to her property
They plant flowers she does not like to smell
None of the other neighbors like them either, Kelly says.
She sounds like a thirteen-year-old when she says this.
The other neighbors are all on my side.
Make that a ten-year-old.
What do you think? She asks me.
I think you are giving them way too much attention, I say.