Smokey Poems - Poems about Smokey

The trumpet cries beneath the neon glow, a golden wail that haunts the hollow night. The bass line walks where lonely spirits go, its heartbeat steady, low and laced with bite. Her voice is velvet, dipped in smoke and sin, a lullaby for hearts too torn to mend. She sings of love, of loss, of what has been, each note a ghost...

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procession of corpse denied the bouquet of life, greenland smokes daily ©Mahtab Bangalee...

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In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar, Were jazz and jive spill from ajar, We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars, And speak in verses, raw and without pause. The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat, Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone, We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat, In its sync with life yet distinctly...

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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri was a slave until the ripe old age of ten Left his master's home headed to Montana and swore they would never hear from him again Started out in the gold mines of Helena then walked all the way to Bozeman alone Through rustlers, wranglers, Indians and critters to the place that he would forever...

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Smokey the Clown ran around, With Bob the Burger Bandit. Bob, the slob, needed a job; But didn't know how to land it. Smokey tried to get him inside, A restaurant on the hill. They hired Bob for the job, Flipping burgers on the grill. It wasn't long when all went wrong, And he was fired on the spot. His belly filled with burgers...

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She’s part black panther Who camouflages at night With glowing green eyes...

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I want to find a Boo-Boo for my Smokey Bear So now that you’re aware of this just stop your staring at me Please hear my plea Next time you talk to Yogi ask him ‘bout a Boo-Boo Bear for Smokey The forest fires burn burn, burn, burn, burn Keep tryin’ to contain them but those whack-a-moles yearn to be free Please listen to me Next time you talk to...

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Smokey is an unusual cat She’s full of life and spirit Her eyes are yellow and Her coat is jet black And very, very thick She loves to rub her head Against you, even go around Your legs, almost causing You to take a tumble When you’re sitting down she’ll Jump up on the side of the chair And keep tapping you on your...

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Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice, If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside. I had a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours. My daddy built it just for me away from Mommy's flowers. It stood beneath a large Oak tree and even...

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All cats love fish as we all know, But Smokey just loved it, It made quite a show. My dad went fishing most every week, And Smokey would wait, By the door for his treat. Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish, But Smokey kept begging, To refill his dish. One day Dad asked him ,"How much can you eat?" And gave him another, Just...

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Through all his years he was such fun, Companion, friend and more; Adventure was his middle name, And I was never bored. As long as Smokey was around, He'd brighten up my day. He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat, And say,"Come on, let's play." I had some turtles in a bowl, As cute as they could be. They disappeared while I was out, Found under the...

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Life with Smokey was never dull. He was fun and adventure, It never lulled. So quiet and regal he seemed to be, So dignified, That you couldn't see, The rascal there in the heart of that cat. He seemed so gentle, Who'd have guessed that, He was king of the thieves with fresh seafood around; A varlet, a knave, His vices abound. He climbed in the fridge...

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Smokey was a funny cat. You could see him think. His place of choice to do this, Was the kitchen sink. He'd loll about for hours, In seemingly deep thought; Musing o'er life's mysteries, Or the mouse he never caught. He looked so wise just sitting there, Mysterious and ancient, Never bothering anyone, Complacent and so patient. The only thing he didn't like, Was being combed and groomed. If...

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Smokey was a funny cat, Filled with fun and love; Adventurous as all cats are, And Master of the Hunt. He stalked the house in search of that, Which posed some kind of threat. A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn, No pest escaped the net, That he had formed around our home; He took responsibility, To protect us from it all, Because we were...

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Once when I was just a kid, My sister eight years older, My sister's boyfriend came to call, While we were playing soldier. Stationed in the jungle we, Cut off from our troop, Surrounded by the enemy, We must escape, regroup. To do this we must make a stand, Take out that one lone guard. A local girl distracted him, So we could hit him, hard. My...

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