Tod Poems | Examples

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no3

Don't give a jot or 

A sod this lot

On your tod..just nod

Seedier greedier leaders

Stun..Shun the Needier

Not just down trodden

Sodden...run roughshod


Beseech each of those clowns..down 

In the dumps chumps who chose

Plumps for stealthy

Leeches who teaches 

Fools at our schools

Only the wealthy can stay healthy


No education for the nation

Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues

Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues

Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake

It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake


No immigration...deplore integration

To restore order…close the border

Hardcore race riot diet of denigration

Likes 60's generation segregation 

Damnation not salvation..just devastation

Holiday Limericks

Tod turkey; a committed drama king
Loved parties for the fun that he could bring
So this Halloween
Tod Turkey was seen
With a fake severed head beneath his wing

Though Tod was praised for that scary effect
Thanksgiving’s given him time to reflect
An oven that’s hot
Is precisely what
A bird who tempts fate should come to expect

But then Tod turkey had a stroke of luck
He cleverly escaped the dreaded pluck
He ran fast to survive
Singing Staying Alive
But did he see out Christmas - Did he f—

Movie Night

I love a good movie, I honestly do
I’d watch one alone and I’d watch one with you
Adventure or Western, perhaps a film noir,
A comedy suited to my Ma and Pa

I like a good Thriller, a detective drama
A tale of vendetta, of justice or Khama
I do enjoy Horror, I rather like gruesome 
And stories of outlaws or some wayward twosome

And thrill me with gunfights, a street brawl or two
A hideous death for the bad guy will do
I do love a story, exciting or fun
Not just an excuse for firing a gun

Okay, I confess that I like those films too
In which gangsters shoot up a hullabaloo
But the plot is the crux, it’s what makes my mind smile 
You can’t just have guns going off all the while 

It’s pouring outside and pretty damned cold
A night in with Netflix has gotten me sold
So let’s watch a movie; forget going out
Let’s sit down and see what ‘John Wicks’ is about

                                     *

Well, she’s gone to bed and I’m sat on my tod
Most of the cast are conversing with God
I have to confess that this shoot-em-up rave
Is gonna go down… as a personal fave!

Fox

quick sight… caught
a creamy, frothy tail
skulking behind bins
caramel
this creeping tod 
wry trickery, claw
prowl and sly, brazen
he's getting too brave
soon…
a knock on the door

Time of Departure 12:29

I vaguely heard it
Almost a whisper
“TOD – twelve twenty nine”

“but wait” I shouted
“I’m still here”
 “DON’T…..pull that sheet up!”

“Stop whispering”
“I can still hear you”.

“You guys are gonna be in so much trouble
When I tell Mom”.

“I’m never playin’ Doctor with you guys again.


John G Lawless
7/12/2023

Remembering Mother - a Tribute To All Mothers

in everything I do, I think of her,
in laughter, in grief and in still silence,
is part of me, like language to grammar,
in my body, in mind, in deep conscience.

in physical no more, she is long gone!
is the abject essence of life and death,
that truth is written the day we are born,
inconvenient fact we forget each breath.

her time travelled brain and ticking wisdom,
like invisible hands of nature’s clock,
abundant love in motherly kingdom,
she sheltered our lives like a giant rock!

there was that shine in her eye that spoke love,
that can only be the language of Gods,
she could heal our minds with a playful shove,
a touch, a kiss like we were little tod!

Farewell my dear mother, farewell, farewell,
inseparable, although you are gone!
in hearts and minds you shall forever dwell,
with your love in my heart, I wake each morn!

10 Syllables each line
abab rhyme sequence

Translation of Platen's Sonnet Number 57

AC Benus translation of "O süßer Tod"
by August von Platen


O mellifluous death, who stiffens most men,
You've received but artless tribute from my tongue,
For often I've yearned for you since I was young,
And for the slumbers nothing can wake again.

You sleepers you, the ground covering deep when
The eternal lullabies lured and were sung
So you gladly shunned the cup of life and swung
Its taste round me like some bitter regimen? 

You masses too I fear the world has deceived,
As your best intentions, thwarted and betrayed,
Crushed fondest hopes as no one might have believed.

In sum, blessèd are we beseeching death's blade,
Knowing how our desires are heard unreprieved,
And each heart must get cleaved 'neath an earth-turned spade.

Toxic Relation

I was in toxic relation with tod
He put deep inside his steel rod.

The Diner

Hang a left, clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside,
narrows taper to booths.
The place is slow-time empty.

The staff talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of regrets.

From the lips of waitresses
the clipped history
of shaky affairs
and dead-loss dudes.

False gods named,
Tod, Ricky, and Wayne
a bruised chatter -
ankle-swelling narrations
that break apart unfulfilled.

Food arrives with a woman,
dimples nap in work-weary cheeks.
Her necklace is ink,
yet it hangs over glancing eyes
as a low-cut caress.

She knows I’ve been listening,
yet continues unabashed
a colloquy with my senses.
reciting by rote a silent
        'tip-me-big' love spell.

God and Children

sometimes you must listen to the children,
to the sweet words they lisp and say,
when age old wisdom has lost its lantern,
their innocence can guide your way.

little hearts and minds are of purest gold,
and their thoughts as smooth as their skin,
divine wisdom they utter many fold,
pay attention and listen in!

glory of morning brighter by their smile,
singing of garden birds sweeter,
your happiness can go that extra mile,
homely joys an extra meter!

their love of birds and pets is from their hearts,
they speak to them like they are kin,
they would share food with creatures of all sorts,
you hurt a pet, you commit sin.

our world has a glaze, truth we do not see,
we stumble our way through harsh lies,
child’s world is as God has meant it to be,
His grace abounds, up to the skies!

when you hold your child feel the touch of God,
in their love hear myriad prayers,
you are closest to Him when next to your tod,
in their playful pranks God appears!

Written 12/03/2022
10,8,10,8 rhyme

Plastered World

Life stay only for every single word,
Are you?thou-not every ward,
It has past what you have in your sword,
Either " thy sunshine,or-neither nor the grace of odd!
I once a solder with the life of living Tod,
Every street'blood walked like the black white gravel head,
Ability, straighten the coming of hidden Fred;
Crying of abolished time and desert trod,

Wounded above a decade,
In my veins rolling like a air spade,
art' thou thy evening Slade!
Colorless of watering lad,
Upon! It stood thousand space against the solder's aid.

Life has no aid,
No help from the world,
It has a plastered wound,
Above a decade,
Before thee come to thy fluid.

To Boldly Go

His dad’s a lifelong Trekkie with a line he likes to say
Tod always hoped he’d get to use the line himself one day
On his birthday Lucy met him by the classroom door
She said I’m gonna give you what you’ve been asking me for
Tod said he’d like to boldly go where no man’s gone before
Then all the kids collapsed in laughter on the classroom floor

Country Diner

I hang a left, my clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside, narrows taper to booths.
The talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of tenderness.
I overhear the history
of generations of icons. False gods named,
Tod, Ricky, and Wayne
vicariously share the bruised chatter -
ankle-swelling narrations
that break apart unfulfilled.
The food arrives with a woman.
Dimples nap in work-weary cheeks.
Her necklace is ink,
yet it hangs over my senses
like a caress.
She knows I’ve been listening,
the waitress smiles, continues unabashed
a colloquy with my eyes,
recites by rote
her 'tip-me-big' love spell.

Carol's Torment - the Villanelle of the Mike Song

Carol's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Song

Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song
It was just so strange and odd
But she could never forget the song
Sung to her Mike tried
But all he could do is just cry.. so sad

That morning, Carol encountered a song so wrong
She found herself feeling rather mod
Carol couldn't stop thinking about Mike’s song

Later, she realized that the song was lifelong
She tried to focus on Tod
Whom had a rather grand bod
A eight pack and a half…

Mike tried to distract her with a love poem 
She said no man this too ain’t workin
Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song



Carol nosedived like a blind throng
Her mind turned into a fraud
Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song
She finally told Mike so long



9/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Too Many Pets

I’m facing a challenge and I’m taking bets
That I can remember the names of my pets

There’s Tommy and Jonnie and Sally and Barry
The one over there I believe might be Harry
Tiddles and Wriggles and Bruno and Gerry
Never stray far from their bestest mate Terry

But Sue, Lou and Nancy, Alberto And Drew
Appear to be loners, a bit like Baloo
That crowd to one side hang around in a gang
But seem to be led by Mei Ling and Chang

Now, can I recall who the rest of them are
I’ll try but they all look the same from afar
Lee, James, Amanda, Frank, Annie and Les
Annabelle, Gilbert, Wilbert and Dez
Sonya, Sam, Lesley-Anne, Mary-Lou, Bess
Stephanie, Bethany, Cuthbert and Jess
Edward and Jedward, Samson and Ben
Zebedee, Gerry-Lee, Timothy, Jen
Josh, Tod and Spartacus, Abbie and Sid
Oliver, Gulliver, Billy the Kid
There’s Tyson and Dyson, and Eric and Jim
And Betty and Hetty, Jemima and Kim

I got them from someone who lives down the road
And carried them all to my humble abode
I needed no crate cos the breeder had bowls
He told me that’s how one should carry tadpoles

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