Short William Tell Poems
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Was there really a William Tell?
Well...
maybe yes, and maybe no,
but I just want you to know,
because,
if there was,
I'd take away his bow.
A flash of light,
a cloud of dust,
a joyous moment
beneath the rust
A hearty vision
with silver streaks,
unmasking boyhood
—in memories deep
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
William Tell 'tis said
Split an apple on son's head
Son nearly dropped dead
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 9 in Carol Brown's "Apples? Oranges?" Contest - May 2011
What's that apple in your eye,
William tell I can not lie,
down on your bed silently,
I'll sing to you child blissfully,
I'll raise the moon up in the sky,
and pledge my love until I die,
You'll always be my number one,
My first born child, my only son.
In the legend of one,William Tell
an archer& Swiss-born rebel
Such accuracy & skilled know-how
but,to an Austrian hat would not bow.
So had to skewer an apple on his son's head
this obedient lad trembled &said
keep your eye's open father,please
& dear Papa,do not do not, sneeze
I walked the path of
William Tell
An apple by my
side
And waited for an archer
strong
To match me stride
for stride
I placed the orb
upon my head
And stood against
a tree
And gave my faith
unto the wind
Fates arrow sent
to free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Emily Post wrote a note to
William Tell and his apple.
A book, a quiver, a river;
Shoot an arrow right in the
Heart of a big, deviled egg.
Go to Heck, and live to tell
The story of Adam, Eve and
The Apple. Sweet and juicy!
Charlie Brown and Lucille Ball
He finally caught ball in the Fall.
Peanuts for elephants and reading.
Good breeding is the key to seeding.
She rails at unseen whisperers,
un-wrappers of gooey carmels.
Her hat is high and so am I,
drunk on her liederkranz chanel.
I imagine a well-placed apple
replacing her feathered chapeau.
An unpracticed William Tell zings
her headless with his bow.
Clever subtitles explain the plot.
The score sets an ominous tone.
Things are fine till next to me sits
a girl wearing limburger cologne.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 4, 2012
This year makes 10 years since I've been an ingredient in this soup,
Due to lifes' journey, been in and out like a belt through pants loop,
Over the years I've read some great poetry, made some great friends,
If you're just joining this group, we welcome you family, you'll
soon comprehend,
Not seeing poetry from some of my old friends anymore, but hope
you're all well,
I'm still around y'all, still firing words through readers mind, like the
great William Tell...
I've got things to do,
There's a pile of washing at home
I've booked time to meet with my friend
To discuss the overture to William Tell
It'll be good to see him
It's good to see anybody
We plan to go for a run down by the lake
It's talked about all week
We discover that it is a pond
And disappointment sets in
The adrenaline just caught the bus
Freed from the misery of wakening
Give me Isabella Colbran
Her extravagance, high-society lifestyle and gambling habit
Blue tango,
The Roadrunner too.
Don’t try to catch him,
It’s a foolish thing to do.
Sleepwalk in your dreams,
Did William Tell,
Strawberry fields forever,
Did Tara’s theme ring a bell?
Little mouse running around my feet,
Looking for something good to eat.
Daydream believer,
Never to quiver.
Your house is flooded,
No one to deliver,
Can you swim?
Maxwell’s silver hammer,
Came down upon her head.
Golden slumber,
Sea of tranquility,
Naught amiss.
We are together,
We kiss.