Short Olde Poems
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candied rose & violets
in verjuice salet
a dovecote delicacy
wild flower curd tart
olde worlde food art
cider to
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a dovecote delicacy
in verjuice salet
candied rose and violet
wild flower curd tart
olde world food art
cider wine
Fine !
HAIKU #111
Olde book here
Dusty as time;
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 Nov 2020
Singapore
Geoffry Chaucer served as a page
first poet of ye olde English age
His Canterbury tales quite a feat
a work never did complete
Old spot sausage,slow braised
Casseroled pigeon
with thyme & parsley spices
A lentil potage
Elderflower ice
Ginger beer
Nice!
I have heard you still play them
Those olde, sad songs you loved
Spirited fingertips touch ...
Upon the dusty keys
And haunting melodies
The Druids of Ynysybwl
Are concerned that people wear wool
Pulled over their eyes
It shows off their thighs
Inciting ye olde April Fool!
The wife wants an handsome young hunk
To cavort with in his own bunk
And she would be happy
If you made it snappy
As she's prone for ye olde slam dunk!
The first son inherited by right
The second,off with his king to fight;
Ab third in a rectory might dwell
The youngest was to marr well..
Family coffers...more to swell.
Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words
used there and then
Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
There once was a man from Olde Dublin
Whose wife said all that he did was a sin
So he said, "Just as well,
If I'm already going to hell."
And later that night did her in.
Greetings mine olde kith! Sincerely am I,
Praying dreams upon thy pillow are kind;
Nightmares absent. What joy thou bringest I!
May this writer avoid thee not - O mind.
A leprechaun looking for gold
'neath the shimmering shamrocks of olde
(with the luck of a Gael)
found ten bottles of ale
somewhat green as if covered with mould.
3/15/2017
(aka Merçi à Lot)
God has a strict measure of worth
As well as a Jew's sense of mirth
God once said to Lot,
"You know what you've got?
Your wife is the Salt of the Earth!"
On The Corner
Ye Olde Shoppe still stands on twelfth street
surviving despite the box stores.
The owners never miss a beat
always willing to hand out treats
to children who come through the doors.
Doing what they love, all are welcome to try
Rhythms of passion fly in the night sky
Up and down the maddening notes dance
Many drink and sing as drummers are in a trance
Seducing beats are the soul of the Medieval camp
Above the choppy,
viewed from
behind the glassy
winded and floppy.
He observes the flossy
dark black rolling
white and frothy.
Salt filtered manes blown
acrossy limpits rocky
trapping olde anchors rusty
amongst filleted fishy
I sauce a capon
but chine a salmon
I spoil the hen
but truss the chicken
I lift the swan
but disember the heron
I side a haddock
yet disfigure a peacock
A mallard I unbrace
but a coney I unlace
Olde English terms
Now lost without trace
Quatrain #609:
OLDE
Outlook moves heart with vivid poise,
Live your own art as love frames choice;
Do act your part in wholeness true,
End where you start with vibrant voice.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2017
Singapore
a frayed brim,
jeans torn and worn
- faded by sun and sea;
a carefree beard,
not of fad nor fashion
but of living!
tears and tears for
truant truths
dried
like the salty stains
on a slicker and
the vacant hopes
of a stare...
Olde 1st
O Holy Father
the Lord so sweet and beautiful
that my Holy Father God came down
Into the flesh
To save us from sins and ourselves Alleluia and a Amen
12/25/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Ye Olde Classoom Days
Let us take a cruise to the great past.
Hold tight, it won't be an easy task.
Look here, pencils and erasers,
and books to hold, again!
Classrooms, no 'putters,
Loose leaf paper,
New crayons,
Rulers,
Clock
November 27, 2019
Ohhh my youth , viewed from olde men less benches,
abandoned me in a fog of years
Like a broken fragment of Sun, it has shattered into a million scattered pieces
You lay it out, in my eye line
Spread, in my path on the table of destiny. Passed and unretrevable .
Ohhh my youth ,
viewed from olde men less benches,
abandoned me in a fog of years
Like a broken fragment of Sun, it has
shattered into a million scattered pieces
You lay it out, in my eye line
Spread, in my path on the table of destiny.
Passed and unretrevable .
Their was once en olde boozer named Mable,
Who inn her dotage was sow unstable.
She was thee village buffoon,
Swilling at ev'ry saloon.
Mable cud drink ewe under thee table!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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