Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy
'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.
Dear sir dear ma’am
Your poem was really like spam
From a heart drowning or dammed
It left me concerned about you I am
Reading your lines of darkness
Make me wanna give you a kiss
And release you from the abyss
Save you from fire and mindlessness
Forgive me for overstepping
For always trying, for helping
Maybe even thinking or selfing
When you may enjoy yelling
In your poems so dark and deep
Maybe it is your favorite release
Maybe your personal ptsd
Is conquered by a pen and reading
Oh dear sir quyeer, its headed for the weir.' And the keepers
Are changing.' Quite a nuisanse indeed.' ( one must fear?)This body is most
Foul..' the stink shall be intense..Many will desert, and your despair become immense.'
O, how my sensitive soul writhes
as I struggle to tithe
the coppers of this starving artist's anxiety
who so wants to change society
Who paints and paints to no good end
and pines away for home or friend
Braves the icy winter and blazing summer
while his prospects look ever-glummer
Ahoy! You there! In the handsome fur
Have you a kopek for le artiste, sir?...
Ach! What’s the use? I’ve soured on this gig
Changing the world’s not worth a fig!
Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.
Sir Isaac Newton
You seem so un-done.
Why don't you try to blend
When everything is lend.
Michael Phillip Jagger
learned to strut and sway with swagger
the queen thought him so chique
she knighted him and now he is known as Sir Mick
There is always that person
Who is the most important after parents.
The one who thought us everything
And made us who we are now.
The art of being a teacher
Is like eternity.
The endless joy of progressions,
Is the ecstasy of both.
They are the God's
Who transforms us into the best one's.
Makes us prove ourselves.
And be proud of oneself's.
For me, it's my master.
The one who made me realize who I am
And what my potential is.
The one who thought me my interest
And made me the best in it.
The happiness I get out of it
Is another level of exuberance.
I like my hobby, more like passion,
It gives life to me.
Thank all the teachers
Who helps you through your works.
They are wonderful for who they are.
Because learning is as important as oxygen.
What a magnificent servant you were,
serving God and man in plight,
Nothing but your quiet demeanor to disarm
the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike.
You served the church, a beacon in the storm,
Your gentle voice is a balm to every soul.
You served the public, a master of your art,
Your legacy is a garden where compassion grows.
You lived to serve and thought nothing of it
Now your bright spark has vanquished, and only a memory remains of you,
Recalling what you have done has destined you to fame.
We who remain are lessened by our absence. Salute you and your deeds,
We take heed of your lessons.
So farewell, dear friend, and think of us fondly,
As you reside in your heavenly abode,
While we below something to fill the hole in our hearts.
You have left behind your spirit, which will forever guide us.
Please Sir
I have very little left
No brothers or sisters
No mother or father
I live in the streets
All alone
I beg for food when I can
But food doesn’t exist either
Please, Sir, I do have favor to ask
If you have even a single bomb left
Drop it on this innocent child
For I do not want to live any longer
Not in a world that does not exist
© Poem – IX/XXIII/MMXXIV
LRET
Sir Isaac once sat in the shade,
When an apple fell, so he swayed,
He thought, "What a sight,
This force must be right,"
And thus gravity’s laws were portrayed.
Sir Keir Starmer
is the fifty-eighth British Prime Minister.
Maybe he's not charismatic, but he is pragmatic;
a defender of human rights and all things democratic.
Guinevere
Was King Arthur's darling dear,
Once day, she said, "I'm sorry M'Lord,
I gave your nephew, Mordred, your sword".
Mordred was not a man one should entrust.
King Arthur was a bit more than nonplussed.
Guinevere said, "Don't sweat it",
But the king would regret it,
As the weasel dispatched him with a thrust.
The Knights of the Round Table all missed him and cried -
Were Lancelot and Guinivere sorry he died?
Well, Sir Lance furrowed his handsome brow, and said "heck,
We should legislate a sword control background check."
,,indeed?", he hit the ground with the with stick two times.
Just one eye behind his hat is staring at me in small size.
,,sorry, just wanted to pass through",
,,who are you?
Always here are boys like you in a few standing at the hall, a Crew."
,,Just a student, why? Had happend something due?"
The man was in his early 30's definetly, he didn't seem he broke his leg, so why does he drag something like that with him?
His eyes make his face 50years older, even though he has no wrinkles.
While he Talks you notice smile lines but he seems to try to cover it up as good as possible.
But he smiled a little.
Did he mean that sarcastically because I am here so late out?
,,No, sorry, forget it, have a good day"
I swear I saw the little smile before but now his smile just shut completely down.
At the same time the sun Was covered in clouds.
Now you could just see shadows surrounding him.
Sir Michael DeVil
Sir Michael DeVil
My soon to be ex
Is a jerk and a pill.
I cannot wait to try to break his will
For being
Deceiving
I’ll take his abode and make him fulfill
His alimony obligations, what a thrill!
Sir Michael at first glance seems like a great guy
But once you see behind his suave veneer
The man will cheat and lie
Then leave you high and dry
And only when he needs you reappear.
This dangerous viper
This liar and creep
Should be shot by a sniper
Or be put to sleep
My life was such a peaceful one until
Sir Michael, Sir Michael DeVil.
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