Tanner Poems | Examples

blondes

i’ve been compared my whole life
to girls who look prettier
girls who dress nicer
girls who have tanner skin
blonde girls.
blondes are the prettiest
blondes dress the nicest
blondes have the tannest skin
it’s always been a blonde.
every time i’ve been replaced
been told i’m not enough
enough is a blonde.
i’m not stupid
i know enough
to see the pattern
to hear the silence
to feel the sting
before it’s said aloud.
they don’t have to say it—
i see it
i’ve learned how
to fit into “almost”
to swallow the envy like medicine
to smile through the sting of never being chosen
but i’m not going to be
someones maybe
someones safety net
someones placeholder
i am flesh
i am volume
i am more than blonde.

Sunny

Lately,
You are hotter
You have been a heater 
Unavoidable tanner too,
Cool down.

What Pleased Pearle - Final 'e'

   What pleased Pearle about Larry
      His chest was not overly hairy

   And when he stood up straight 
      He was nearly five foot eight  

   Then there were his table manners
      Not bad for the son of a tanner

   I've neglected his unpimpled face
      (Perhaps ‘cos he had moles in their place) 

   But Larry’s sine qua non, to which she eagerly agreed
      He always spelled Pearle’s name with two ‘e’s’

   So, they lived happy lives together, the perfect couple 
      75 years of wedded bliss ~ no need for a prenuptial

Toadstool Wizard

Toadstool wizard with a heart of loveliness brilliant as a star 
Headed toward the field where the roses and the corn stalks are.
We heard him coming, and we cleared out of the way.
He is the one we know will be excited, merry and gay.

Toadstool wizard with a soul of possibilities and a light manner,
Is always welcomed by the whole village, even the mayor, Tanner.
We cheer when we see him climb out of his Wizardly car.
He is a marvel, so magical, he shines like a magnificent star.

Magic Arrives

“Magic Arrives” 


“In love with me yet?”
she said and the 
world laughed 
at least

for once, 
they 
didn’t look 
so grim

magic arrives 

to haunt 
flirting It captures 
the poetry of life
romance in disguise

is born then dies
walking through fire
for Love
to rise

magic arrives

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“The Stars in Our Dust” / Nova Orum
https://youtu.be/l8RKeST7CMw


Innerbloom (feat. Tanner Fruit & Cassie Wilson)
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“We don’t see the world how it is. 
We see the world how we are.”

Ard Workin Lad

Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck !
I just got mi-sen a job.
A mista wants his coal in,
An offed me a bob.

He told me if a hurry up,
A can chop some stiks an all.
But if tha wants another tanna,
A gorra mek um small.

He watched me gerrin coal in,
He anded me a shillin.
If tha wants that extra tanna lad,
Them bags o stiks want fillin.

A BOB and a shilling were the same value
Equivalent to 5 new pence(12 old penny's)
A tanner was 2 1/2 new pence(6 old penny's)

25/6/2022

Beijing Guest List

Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi Tasse & Felix Ottic 
Emery Board & Harry Burns
Fanny B Hind & Gopher Broke
Gaye B Hind & Ben Dover 
Helen Highwater & Goliath Yonder
Iona Studd & Frank Lee Smutt
Ivy Nurse & Levi Tate
Judy Light & Christian Dark
Kitty Purring & Lyon Bastard
Libby Doe & Ida Wannamaker
Lily White & Cole Black
Lucy Furr & Gene Splicer
Master Bader & Linda Hand
Minnie Crumbs & Graham Krakurs
Mona Lott & Val A Parker
Nona Fleet & Barret Awl
Ophelia Balls & Les de Witt
Penny Pincher & August Spender
Peter Fountain & Neva Swallow
Querida Quaker & Axel Greece
Randy Longfellow & May B. Knott
Sandy Beech & Rip Tyde
Tim Burr & Betty Falls
Uma Sermon & Caesar Bush
Venus de Flower & Jerry Attric
Wanda Liquor & Hugo Furst
Willow Whisper & Neil Down
Winona Bett & Willfred Harden
Xina Rating & Tanner Hyde
Yvonne Adam & Rock N Eden 
Zinnia Flowers & Owen Breeders 
Paige Turner & Justin Thyme

Glesca Weans

Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat
Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass
Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot,
Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure
Thrown oot by the families in the closes.
Fur a fitba a pile o rags weideh doon wi aw sorts o things
Or a tanner ba made tae test yer skills dribbling roon
Bricks, holes an buckets burnt through.
Some wi nae shin baries wis the thing 
An naething caught except wee beasties in the hair.
Holy jumpers an maukit breeks like a uniform 
Worn tae mark ye oot as livin in tenements raw.
Aye aww wis puir always skint fur buying scran
Except faither oan a Friday nicht at the boozers 
Getting fu wi his pals forgettin the weans,
Crying at hame an when he came in mither 
Wid aways get the blame .
Aye the weans o glesga wur a hardy breed,
All ways stervin an needin a feed,
That wisnae allus therr a feast wis a jeely piece.
When they grew an produced men o valour,
Or men o wealth an fauncy cars,
Ne,er forgot that they were a Glesga wean.

Triplets

Triplets Triplets Triplets
Look nothing alike 
I saw them on my swim team
Such a wierd sight
There names don't even match
Justin, Braidy and Tanner
But if you make friends with them
THEY'RE REALLY REALLY REALLY NICE
They used to be mean at school 
But now they're pretty cool
I just can't understand  
Why they are so nice to me instead 
Of being RUDE

Super Mum

You’re only a mum,
But that’s all it takes.
To be super human,
You don’t even get breaks.

You’re a cook, A dish washer,
A cleaner, a nurse.
A teacher, a councillor,
A referee, an open purse.

A sports coach, a cheerleader,
The taxi of mum.
At 2am in the morning,
Just a call and you will come.

Party, event organiser,
And holiday planner.
Clothes and food shopper,
Listener, and even fake tanner.

No time for yourself, 
No breaks and no wages.
Dealing with toddler tantrums, 
And hormonal rages.

You always come last,
and you always feel tired.
You should have a rest, 
But it’s not how you’re wired.

A thankless task,
That’s never ever done. 
You’re often left feeling,
Where is the fun?

Hot drinks or warm food, 
Now rarely cross your lips.
And your underwear
All tattered with holes and rips.

To cap it all off, 
you go out to work too.
It’s nothing short of amazing,
Just what you can do.

You are super human! 
Admit it you must.
You must be a saint, 
For the gut you must bust.

But it all becomes worth it,
When you look at their smiles.
Being a mum has to be
the best job by miles.

Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams

To write another poem, I now do propose
But how long before the words decompose
And maybe my style be required to change
Being that current one seems so strange.

If I am to be a Master Poet and Planner
How long and wide must be my banner
And much tanner I may have to be
When I wore a bikini to see most of me.

How about numbers game we should be playing
In our poems, you and my age start displaying
And when is it required that you be an antique?
Before your poems stand out and reach a peak.

Finally:

Read my poems, people will cease, desist and dread,
Caused bad dreams when they were asleep in bed.

I Was Moved

(Vs)
His mama's dyin; "what's cancer mean?"
His question still tugs at me as I sing
Those eyes told me he didn't understand;
that innocence is what got me and,

(Ch)
I was moved
I was moved
Thought; "what's his world coming to?"
"What kind of man will this make,
in his coming heartbreak?"
In his questioning face....
I was moved

(Vs)
Said to me; "I will see her again"
with teary eyes, but reassuring grin
I was caught off guard by his confidence;
sure you'll agree that it just makes sense;

(Ch)
I was moved
I was moved
Thought; "I wanna be that way too"
"What kind of man will he make
of me with his faith?"
with his confident face....
I was moved

(Bridge)
Oh, when the time came, he cried his tears;
face buried in my chest.
When he finally stopped he looked up at me;
said; "mama is at rest"
I could only marvel at his strength,
and it gave me hope in life.
Oh, If it wasn't for my loving son
I'd be lost without my wife

(Ch)
I was moved
I was moved
Thought; "we're both gonna make it through"
"Whatever man that this makes;
together we'll face"
With my child's warm embrace...
I was moved

© L. James Tanner

Unheard Word

(Vs)
I can't say I love you
love's not a strong enough word
It's beyond and above that
It's a word never heard

(Vs)
I can't even describe it
It can't be fathomed with ease
Comparisons are few
and there's none that would please

(Ch)
It's an unheard word, never uttered before
Cannot be written, only felt and explored
You can call it love, just to be assured
But it's something else,
it's an unheard word

(Vs)
Call it transcendental
This intensity I feel
Regard it as surpassing
What we know as real

(Vs)
It's too deep for me to grasp
but so easy to be felt
It is love at its grandest
yet above where it has dwelt

(Bridge)
How do you describe what's out of reach;
beyond what you thought you could feel?
What can you say to convey it's depth
without making it seem unreal?

(Ch)
It's an unheard word, never uttered before
Cannot be written, only felt and explored
You can call it love, just to be assured
But it's something else,
it's an unheard word

© L. James Tanner

I Visit Me

Deep down within my soul
as far as I can go;
I visit me;
the me that's real.

Somewhere in my heart
in a part not torn apart
I visit me;
where I still feel.

I visit me,
the me you don't see.

Buried deep within my mind
in a place that's hard to find
I visit me; 
where hope still lives.

At the core of my being,
where I bottle everything;
I visit me;
the me that still forgives.

I visit me,
the me you don't see.

Someday I may show myself, 
and finally be revealed
What scares me
Is what me 
there'll be
left to see, by the time I'm healed

Deep down within my soul
as far as I can go;
I visit me;
the me that's real.

I visit me
I visit me

© L. James Tanner

Enlighten Me

Where is wisdom that I may call;
Is it hidden in ignorance, is it there at all?
Is it tangible to fools, or only to scribes?
Who claims wisdom, to point out the wise?
 
Is it only pseudo; this knowledge of ours?
Are we grasping at straws, reaching for the stars?
Is there an absolute to measure it by,
or is wisdom the ultimate arrogant lie?
 
Is there someone to enlighten me,
about who we are in the scheme of things?
I need someone to enlighten me;
Is thought confined to human beings?
 
or is thought a gift of wisdom?
 
Enlighten me

© L. James Tanner

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