Short Nose In The Air Poems
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Boldly stepping out of the forties
Got my tude on and wearing my hat
Head held high, nose in the air
Look up!, look out, fifties everywhere
A dude who owns a Porche
Has a major attitude problem sorta
Nose in the air
As people stare
So important to look good at the opera
Social Studies teacher Miss Dicking
Is anyone's girl for the picking
Her nose in the air
Proves she does not care
As long as she gets a good licking
There once was a blind British bloke
Whose nose-in-the-air was a joke
He set out to plunder
But found that Down Under
A bounder most likely will croak
The icecream man takes a quick doze
Suddenly, fell and broke his nose
Blood oozes everywhere
Held his nose in the air
Now his ice cream is red like a rose
He fancies himself a Yankee Doodle
He does, my nattily coiffed French Poodle
Struts with nose in the air
Flaunting his layered hair
Just got him a playmate ~ a grizzly bear
Once was a gal by the name of Katrina
She acted superior like a Russian tsarina
Her nose in the air
Walked with a flare
Till one day she got served with a subpoena
(HUH!)
© Jack Ellison 2015
Okay, youse guys you're probably on limerick overload
Gonna back off, from now on some Wordsworth stuff will flow
With nose in the air
And clean underwear
Will prove I'm not just another pretty face, you know
I see you boastful
walking with nose in the air
are you sure you’re most beloved?
are you a cake to humans?
look at your back and tell me
Is it as shiny as your face?
happiness, isn’t your pride bubbles?
bubbles in a baby’s basin?
I remember ole pup
When you were young
How playful
How mischievous
So full of yourself
Nose to the ground
Nose in the air
Nose where it shouldn't
Nose everywhere
Living for love
Living for a hug
Chasing the cat
Sniffing a bug
I remember ole pup
When you came to stay
It seems like only yesterday
(WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE)
Oh farting is such a sweet sorrow
“I’m sorry but that’s not my barrow!”
My seatmate’s nose in the air,
I act dumb and even glare~
but just then I give another blow.
-Penned due to my irrepressible urge to respond to Jan and BL's posts-
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
07 March 2015
A black man passing by smiled at a white girl.
The white girl ignored him and stuck her nose in the air.
A white girl smiled at a black man as she was passing by
He did not smile back he did not dare
A black man and a white woman passed by looking
At each other with eyes full of love without a care.
So there!
21 November 2020
He has an arrogance that can be felt.
He’s big and burly not petite or svelte.
Smoking two packs a day
Frightens good girls away
And his breath smells like moldy tuna melt
Chastised by neighbors and his old mother
Smells like moldy socks of my teen brother
Puts his nose in the air
Attitude is unfair
Rubs us all wrong one way or another
So long ago,
When I was a lass
Boys would whistle,
As they walked past
I would blush scarlet,
To the roots of my hair
And hurry by,
With my red nose in the air
I am now in my dotage.
I don't think about men,
Who am I kidding?
I do now and then.
I have someone special,
My husband and best friend,
He adores me still, even though
I have gone around the bend.
I spotted a lady in Looe,
who slid as she stepped in some poo,
her nose in the air,
she sat on a chair,
and sniffed at the mess on her shoe.
'It's brown and it's squidgy,' she sighed,
'and smells like a ferret has died.'
She wiped on the seat,
and walked up the street,
still stinking, but most dignified.
written 7th March for Tania's double limerick contest
Is it a sin to lark around
as we refuse to act our age
and dare in antics to engage?
The inner child will not be bound
by those who say we have no class
and poisoned judgement swiftly pass.
Is it a sin to lark around?
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Picture 1 ~ Rhyme scheme: ABBaCCA
Make it Seven Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st
© 11th October 2019
You sashay on by me
your nose in the air
a glance of dismissal
in those green eyes you wear
Enticing me more with
your lack of concern
Your show of indifference
Only makes my heart yearn
So I bow to your wishes
I bow to your whims
But find myself here
Stuck out on a limb
Trying to claw my way in
Oh…why do you scorn me?
What else can I do?
O Puddy Tat…Puddy Tat
I love you
bicycle shows ignorance of man
it summarizes man’s limited status
the most inefficient machine made
tires burst as often as possible
spokes break with no warning
frictions are all over the joints
chain breaks and breaks and breaks
very unstable two-wheeled machine
humans have fallen and broken limps
but man still uses the bicycle
as one of best machines invented
and walks with nose in the air!
I’m King Cat she said with her nose in the air
Majestic, regal, confident, super soft hair.
A female King, I said dubiously, but aloud,
Heard of Nefertiti? She asked haughty and proud.
Yes she was King Cat, this sovereign who reigns
She eats delicacies of tuna, and we’d best not run out of supplies.
In my home daily, who brought with her two names.
We all fear her too, this Egyptian Pharaoh with green eyes.
Sad when a friendship ends
Just when I thought we were really good friends
Now it's too late to be making amends
Sad when a friendship ends.
I suppose you don't even care
Swanning around with your nose in the air
Oozing with love that you don't want to share
I suppose you don't even care
Now what do I do
Start making plans for my life without you
Try to find some one who's friendship is true
Now what do I do
Form:
She's a breaker of hearts
With her nose in the air
She thinks she's special
A vision so rare
A beautiful goddess
With long flowing lines
An absolute treasure
Like pure vintage wine
We can truly be victims
When loneliness starts
Seduced by the beauty
Of a breaker of hearts
We sometimes forget
Where happy begins
Deep in our soul
It comes from within
She's a breaker of hearts
Bad news in disguise
Keep on searching
Don't let lust cloud your eyes!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Stealthy, hidden within the shadows of night.
Camouflaged, out of mind, out of sight.
Stalking, awaiting for the chance to strike.
Pounce without warning, claw and bite.
Devour, and satisfy my appetite.
Survival of the fittest, in the jungle under the moonlight.
Howls, growls, and other sounds of the fight.
In the land that has bloody realities about life.
I am what I am, a beast of fright
Nose in the air, sniffing out hungers next sacrifice.