Short Ron Poems
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Love is elusive,
true devotion hard to find.
If you are running short
I will give you some of mine.
I've enough to share...
Once more,? ?at close of day,
it gives me peace that I can say-
as I journeyed through the hours
I hurt no other along the way.
A quickie is all that I need
But ladies want more than just seed
Though it feels sublime
They never have time
Unless they are taking the lead
the midnight bell is tolling
another day is through
you are here,? ?warm in my arms
one thing more left to do...
start the new day soft and sweet
Form:
Ron Paul is the man.
He stands for liberty true.
He's proven it too.
'Nuff Said.
For the mavericks contest. It's a Senryu, but I added another 2 syllable line.
Limping Ron was limping on,
In-grown toe nails aren't much fun,
Two on one foot hard to bare
Doctor said they'll need much care,
When will his walking stick be gone?
All of the great religious teachers;
theologians and gurus
of every stripe
try to carry the message,? ?but
all of them are fumblers.
unlike mathematicians,? ?they try
to measure God
using a finite set of numbers.
For this clerihew, I'll write about Ron
With flaming red hair, he's a sure Weasley spawn
True and loyal friend, a noble fighter
But pay heed to hamartia, his fear of spiders!
He features in J.K.Howling's Harry Potter
Ron monogramed his socks
He monogramed his shoes
He monogramed his kids
He monogramed his glues
Ron monogramed his ham
He monogramed his gram
He brought his inks to his wife Sam
She gave him a swift mean body slam
It was Ron’s last day to monogram.
“By the way, Ron Paul wants
to eliminate the Department of Energy”
“Ah! with that one statement
he has won my vote!”
…
…
…
“I see… he wants to eliminate
every other cabinet-level department, as well”
“YOU MUST THROW OUT THE BATHWATER
WITH THE EVIL DEMON-CHILD!”
a lot of people
lie on Jesus
but,? ?I don't worry
that I'll be misled
if you are hungry
I'll share my bread
if you lie sick
I'll visit your bed
when you have
no place to live
I'll give a place
to lay your head
I pay no mind
to what people
say about Jesus
I just try to do
the things He said
I said I like what you're selling
but I'm not the type to pay.
I live over there?; ?the yellow door,
come see me on? "free sample day?"
She laughed and said "you're silly,
cash up front is the only way."
And down? ?the street she went.
You know what?? ?She came by anyway.
Best fi'ty dollars I Never spent.
His words are wisdom
his heart is strong
this man of poetry
one of the kindest
I have known
friendship he offers
to anyone , anywhere
as he writes of lessons
he has learned on his way
poetry of his heart, shared
love for his family
the words to his song
a husband, a father, a friend
one that has impressed me
for so long
Indigo night with violent, violet edges;
deep blue mood and, the moon is a
silver sliver, a shark fin knifing the sky.
Riding on the wind they come with
icy eyes and certain cold steel death.
The stench of hell is on their breath.
And they have come to reap a harvest
that sows despair, confusion and fear.
Nor, will they moved by plea or tear.
Triumphant,? ?now i stand.? ?I
survived the worst self-devised
methods to bring me destruction?;
survived half a lifetime of attacks
upon myself,? ?by me,? ?as instuction.
Lessons on all the ways i invent,
unknowing,? ?to manufacture misery.
All those old ways I've discarded
to be open-minded and kind hearted?;
Over self,? ?I now claim the victory?!
Against the cold,? ?the fire burns
slowly,? ?above,? ?heavens turn
the trees are clothed in shadows
like old monks in sleeping shrouds
Night creature choirs sing a chorus
all nature's aspects croon? ?"adore us."
And,? ?i sit in soft worship and wonder
deep within the cathedral of night.
Nor do I ever question if God is near
for night winds whisper I Am here.
perfumed hair and velvet kisses
plum colored satin sheets
heart beats Allegro, as fingers dance
caresses slide, Andante, like silken
scarves searching sin-flushed skin
eyes locked in silent urgency
upstairs in a distant world
surrender brought forth victory
while, downstairs, in a lace curtained room
a vinyl disk went round and round...
und Mozart spielt das klavier
juke baby,? ?juke?!
head thrown back
sway mama,? ?sway
eyes closed
parted lips
shuffle and slide
shake yo hips
in gyrations rhythmic
vestigial remnants
of another dance
another land
lush? ?and green
and fertile and wild
where women did
shimmy and shake
about the fire
in rhythmic gyration
to welcome
the hunting men
home once more
Juke baby,? ?juke?!
Away from Rome they drive two-hundred miles
Calabria is their destination.
A wedding at the villa; they’re all smiles!
It’s a time for joyous celebration.
On August twenty-second, guests shall see
a lady fair with her own “honey-poo,”
the union of two soul mates meant to be!
My wish is that their love stay strong and true.
For Dr. Ram Metha's Contest on the form Epithalamium
When Hugh and Ron got drunk together
and pissed a lake of mighty size,
their eery neighbor also spilled it
and let his eery waters rise.
By far superior was another
with depths of thirteen hundred feet.
His superiority was awesome
which Hugh, Ron, Eery couldn’t beat.
Below them lay Ontario Lago,
a bloke whose name is not much fun
because no matter how I turn it
I can’t create a lakey pun.
For My Most Dear Distant Friend Linda Marie & her Love Ron
Only excellent expressions,
Come on our lips,
To wish you a life,
Full of love and cheerfulness,
And may Joy come,
To stay with you,
And with your love,
As a gift of God
And Good wishes from us.
This is a very small Gift,
For Linda and Ron,
Not from me only
But from the entire
Poetry Soup.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 16 08 2010
Every time I present my view of cats
you deliver a dissertation on? ?rats
Should I happen to say It looks like rain.
I get your opinion on climate in The Ukraine
I wonder why I ever send words your way
when you misconstrue everything i say
It's not a question of Venus and Mars
That I say highway and,? ?you think I mean cars
Our perceptions differ like a fork from a cup
I guess the best thing I can do is just shut up.
in my heart you
reign as queen
purple haired goddess
with eyes of green
each orb emblazoned
with golden star
so much you give
so much you are
water in the desert
honey from the rock
solace to a hurting heart
the Balm of Gilead
rest when i grow weary
shelter from the storm
in times of drought-
refreshing rain
in days of famine-
a feast,? ?in ample store
all of these things
your love to me brings
all of these
and so much more
Our town's old fire chief Ron's a real lunkhead
When the alarm rings, he lingers in bed
He yawns, then he stretches
And, of course, he k'vetches*
If you wait for Ron, you'll surely be dead
After protests got rid of the police
They went after old Ron like angry geese
They announced they'd attack
That roused Ron from the sack
The fool grinned, "Hey, let's smoke the pipe of peace!"
*'k'vetches' is Yiddish for 'complains'
In Florida's land, a theory brews with strife,
"Critical Race," they claim, shaping endless strife,
But in its clasp, rights of black souls confined,
A divisive force, their spirits maligned.
Equality's dream, it seeks to assail,
Yet fosters discord, fuels an endless trail,
Let unity reign, embrace hearts anew,
For fairness and respect in all we pursue.
In harmony, let's forge a brighter way,
Where the rights of every soul have their brightest day.