Short Organ Poems
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I feel like a failed organ transplant
In this country, in this world
But it’s deeper than that
In my body, in my mind
Like puppeteers
organ grinders will always exist;
there can never be a last;
there’s an endless supply of monkeys,
and sheep.
You will die without a heart. It is the most important organ,
but if you don't have a brain, you can still work for the government.
My hospital bed is surprising
It goes up and down exercising
The bed pan stays still
But the contents spill
All over an organ downsizing!
I play the organ to a standing ovation~
and my hymns are gifts
12/30/22
The Best Gift Poetry Contest
Sponsor-JCB Brul
1st
Gabriel groaning:
" Another Godzilla flick!" ( 3 second delay on sound track.)
Almighty critic. ( Cue theme music and metallic pipe organ roar.)
Cathedral
man in pew waiting for friend
choir
brass and organ
sans day carol
lo, how a rose
in dulci jublio
Gesu bambino
hymn to the virgin
Perhaps My Soul,
Is An Old Cathedral.
My Memories, Are Hymns, From Days Long Ago.
When My Heart Is Heavy, The Organ Plays Them,
Loud And Slow.
Trump's MDs now searching the pool
Know organ transplant prolongs rule
For match perfection
Without rejection
His kidney must come from a mule
This summer two nudists got wed:
no clothing was worn, not a thread,
no Mendelssohn played -
(I smirked, I'm afraid)
'The organ is out,' Vicar'd said...
Gathered groping
The cheesy eloping
Thinly spread across time
Wandering amidst bloated stride
Burning from flesh to organ
Incinerating hope
And carrying no burden
Band organ booms, chimes,
one-way-one-trick ponies spin;
bright lights, night young, don't
look back, turn fast enough and
time will disappear and shine.
Sprout from the body, coiled
manifest superstrings becoming what we want
supple wisps of an organ exposed
hacked off and hemmed;
now a wonderful christmas sweater
There was a man named Pauls
Who was born near the Victoria falls
Had a male organ on his fore head
Which almost killed him dead
For the sacks hung over his eye balls
The last organ grinder (I’ve been told)
hailed from Boston and died very old.
When his barrel organ
got played by his son,
in his grave the dead Fred must have rolled.
There once was a cat named Mr. Morgan
Who sipped his share of Kentucky bourbon
Sired ninety-five kittens
Said he's not forbidden
From abusing his sexual organ
Organ of vision,
Spherical...moist observers;
A beautiful pair.
___________________________
Inspired by Sami Al-khalili's
Pen to Face, Face to Pen Contest
The heart is more than an organ.
It is the brain of intuition,
Unmuddied by superstition.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2019
"All Rights Reserved"
God 's angels
come in singing some
wonderful chorus for him.
Adorable instrumental musics
strengthen in the journey to become
one of the commander - in - chief powers.
Thoughts flowing from mind
It’s an organ for human main
Moment to moment
Thoughts silently rain
Where is the palatial house of mind?
It’s on a piece of land erected on brain
And what is the heart
But a fractured organ
Throbbing with pain
Spurned and broken
By a departed lover.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
3/10/18
A foot-long-strand-of-hair is one of my fears
So I sharpen and oil up my trimming shears
Ev'ry organ that senses
Gets pruned to the fences
Ain't no bird gonna' nest in THIS old man's ears....
There once was a man named Little Jack Little.
Who sure could play a mean little fiddle,
He played with big Bix Morgan,
Who pounded his upright organ,
While eating pancakes from the griddle.
There once was a zealous game warden
Whose tiny heart was very harden
His so clever wife surely said
At his death would be well fed
Charging for _iss on grave with organ
Just for fun!!
Meet me
Under my umbrella,
A protection
Against the coldness
Of the #rain
But not,
Against you who
Hold my heart
Your palm, full
As my organ
Is cradled,
Cared for,
And held dearly