Hie thee now by warning taught
The path ahead be peril fraught
Each breath taken carried past
Each step taken counted last
To strive against such dangers rife
Tis better chance the falling knife
For what portends from grand emprise
By hazards wroth may be surmised
That loot awaits at ventures end
For those whom Deaths hand doth forfend
But take thee heed and be thee ware
In trust and faith place not a care
For tho the treasure sets ye free
Success breeds many enemies
.
the two tone'd
textures
theirn
twist
trading
throat thunder
threading their thews
titillating
theirn think
transfixed
tete-a-tete
toasting
this tempt'n
tome'z
teach
tip
theirn
'telegence
thusly
* diversely ethnical .)
*"tete-a-tete" means;
'head to head' [french]
without adjectives and adverbs the wind would just be ....well...the wind
This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween like I remember
Thinking about it gives me the chills
Mostly the looming winter heating bills
It’s time to caulk up the windowsills
Against a blustery, blizzardly November
This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween like I remember.
Written October 16, 2022
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Rhymes are surging like a river flows
The mighty Mississippi
To New Orleans city
Are you ready, people? Thar she blows!
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
THAR SHE BLOWS
I saw the evidence of the existence
of the “wind” today,
rippling through running remnants
of Autumn’s aftermath,
playing a timpani on the chords
of crisp clinking limbs,
holding the hawk in hover,
playing with the kites
of billowing plastic bags,
ruffling the feathers
of the stoic Owl,
teasing the cat with
the laughter of playful leaves,
leaning on the old wooden fence.
I have seen the evidence of its existence
yet I have never seen the wind.
3/17/2016
submitted to – Elements Part 2: WIND – Poetry contest
sponsor – Brian Davey
You know I really love my computer
Coz all my Soup friends live in it!
Since the advent of the computer generation
Can't list them all, time doesn't permit
Youse guys are all so close to my heart
Every one has your own special place
From countries near and across the globe
What a fabulous way to start my day
Feel all mushy with a tear in my eye
A sentimental old geezer for sure
Never before have I felt so much love
Even you gentlemen have your allure
To clarify, you male dudes, it's strictly platonic
So in case you get any ideas
Squish 'em right now, I only love ladies
As well as pussy cats and cheetahs
Where in the world did “cheetahs” come from
They'd likely rip me apart, as smile
So don't try snuggling up to one any time soon
They're not swayed by your male guile
© Jack Ellison 2015
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tinkerbell , Tinkerbell
My grandmother would shout
Oh dear , Bloody hell
She's let the damn thing out.
I knew that it was coming
There was no more to be said
Whoosh , There she goes
Phtttttt Thar she blows
and she'd pooped upon my head.
No she wasn't a fairy
but she was vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me .
Next time I went round there
I wore my baseball cap
I'm a brave lad from Yorkshire
and I'm not taking any crap
but she landed on my shoulder
and gave my ear a peck
I managed to fight her off
and then I hit the deck
Whoosh , There she goes
Phttttt , Thar she blows
and she'd pooped upon my head
No she wasn't a fairy
but she was vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me .
She's sat upon the curtain rail
Surveying her domain just like a queen
but I know she is evil
and a disgusting poop machine
She's got more ammunition
than a battleships magazine
Whoosh . There she goes
Phtttttttt , Thar she blows
and she's pooped upon my head.
No she wasn't a fairy
but vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me.
Well I wonder if anybody knows
Just what happened to all ten of my toes
With this belly eclipse
From the food on my lips
Counting calories is now how it goes
Ah done cum frum tha ol' times
Whar we's jist roams free
I's gots a gun, a hoss un grub
'Un bedroll 'neath a tree.
Sum times ah jist works fer grub
An theys the tother times
Ah's jist watches tha stars 'bove
An sleeps un tha moons light.
Don't likes ridin' un tha rain
When lighten flies 'bouts
T'ain't safe ta be's board youse hoss
If'n youse tha tallest thin 'round.
Seed sum thin tother day
Done made me's feels so small
War a cowboy on 'is knees
An 'is hoss with head bowed low.
Tha cowboy held hat un han
Un front a wood cross
He war prayin ta tha Lord 'bove
Fer all tha pards we's loss.
Theys air up thar, that I's knows
Bacause las night I's seed
Ma frien Charlie ridin herd
Next ta ma pa, Reed.
One days I's 'll be up thar
An sum one down balow
Will looks an watches tha stars shine
Un sleeps 'neath tha moons glow.
Cile Beer