There once was a sensitive vicar,
who said, "I'm not one to bicker,
but the peal of that bell,
makes me feel quite unwell,
and plays merry hell with my ticker."
An incensed old soul by the spire,
preaching incense-igniting to the choir,
exclaimed, "There is but one catch,
when striking a match,
don't set your surplice on fire."
A parson spoke from the nave,
"Spend all you can, do not save,
if you've spilled all the sands,
and still have time on your hands,
you can't take it with you to the grave."
A wise minister in the kirk,
enlightened, observed with a smirk,
"When it's dark out there,
put your hands in the air,
as many hands make light work.”
Categories:
spire, humorous, philosophy, poems,
Form: Limerick
It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
Categories:
spire, abuse, appreciation, cancer, education,
Form: Free verse
I take for granted the company of those people,
The truth that reveals itself in the moments we share,
Familiar and sturdy as a hometown steeple,
Intimately connected like a careful prayer.
But we’re told to look up to the sky.
It’s what we’re meant to do.
The steeple thins and reaches high
To places we don’t have a clue.
Categories:
spire, analogy, change, education, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
The dead ambitious in The Empire
Wrecked her, when they began to aspire
To The Top that would Intrigue inspire:
When dreamt they to ascend Sky-High Spire,
Soon finding out they could just conspire
Against their Emperor and Umpire
If not him crush good, cause to expire…
And this badly hit the empire:
At work, few with a will to perspire;
Only scallywags with ease respire
A Once-Splendid Once-Glorious Empire
In which was found Much-Treasured Sapphire
Just like that ‘enveloped in great fire.
Categories:
spire, betrayal, community, conflict, evil,
Form: Rhyme
climbing her legs
like a ladder
each wrung
bringing me
closer to
the top of
her bell
tower
pressing her lips
like a doorbell
ringing to see
by chance who
answers
needing
not to
wait
too long for her lips
to open so to enter
entertaining tongues
with sweet
sloppy
saliva
nectar
never
need her flower
speak or for me
to sneak for she
has left her
welcome
mat
for
me
Categories:
spire, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Plumb
Dead-center
In the heart of the city
A silver spire
Pointing to the heavens.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
Categories:
spire, city, urban,
Form: Tanka
Its peak transcends us
Heaven at the top falls down
Climbs back up again
Categories:
spire, faith,
Form: Haiku
mountain spire
capped with sparkling snow –
eagles circle
Ó November 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
spire, animals, nature,
Form: Haiku
mountain spire
capped with sparkling snow –
eagles circle
Ó November 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
spire, animals, nature, seasons,
Form: Haiku
INSPIRE
In a glass darkly,
Newness ensues.
Swimming to the surface,
Planning to explode and
Inspire others to act.
Running to the light. An
Ending that is a beginning.
Categories:
spire, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
It's the taste of clouds
the purr of words
the whisk of wind
we thought we heard
It's everything
rolled up and sent
a package filled
with sugar mint
It's now and then
it's years gone by
It's every thought
which makes you cry
It's passionate
It's salt and stone
It's the moment I leave
and you're alone
It's "Call me now!"
It's "Leave me be!"
It's all of you
and some of me
It's hands to hold
and songs to sing
It's our first kiss
It's everything
Categories:
spire, art, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme