Varlet Poems | Examples

Hand on hand rest, I given a thistle
Forgive the word by the flaws in whistle 
Tarry you and carry,no-more longer I
Dripped you the tear of slouching eye
In the mountain of fall layered in gild
And golden wattle suited into the barren field
The swore i remembered the long before
I placed over you that i never hold anymore
A stolen merry gyring within your quietness arm
Against the same lea and your terrible charm 
Saddening and shrilling cries on my chest
And felt burnt by the chilly and hanging crest
O' what is meant to be sorrow i forgot
It is so where you were biding a lot
I the varlet flee to where we never meet
And is now your joy undimmed and sweet

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 for the fresh crab meat there;
And when one fell out,
It gave him a scare,

For it still was alive and it scurried away,
With Smokey behind it,
"Oh good! Now we'll play."

"I'll swat it about until it just dies."
But the crab grabbed his paw,
And we ran to his cries.

Dad grabbed up the crab and put it right back.
Then gave him a fish,
He'd remembered to pack,

So Smokey could have his treat as before.
Not caught this time,
But bought at the store.

Life with Smokey was never dull.
He was fun and adventure,
It just never lulled.

So quiet and regal he seemed to be,
So dignified,
That you just 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 sea food around.
A varlet, a knave,
His vices abound.

He climbed in the fridge for the fresh crab meat there,
And when one fell out,
It gave him a scare;

For it still was alive and it scurried away,
With Smokey behind it,
"Oh good, now we'll play."

"I'll swat it about until it just dies."
But the crab grabbed his paw,
And we ran to his cries.

Daddy grabbed up the crab and put it right back.
Then he gave him the fish,
He'd remembered to pack;

So Smokey could have his treat as before,
Not caught this time,
But bought at the store.

Zebra stripes
Red and whites
feather light as lightning strikes
leather tight and coiled spikes
sharing thy sentence
feigning thy repentance
reaping scarlet tomorrows
sleeping varlet sorrows

Semblative a poet's wooer
A villain's swain
         wot not?
The complex pox,a sickly
wine?
Whore,a huligan mazzle
sooner the old blue wanes
What remains?
         Waggish frawn?

Sedative grief.
These trumpery looks of
stones,this vaward sob,
Prattle odds and old
slacks,quaffing soup;
         how whimpish.

Seething lavander:
the vapour shroud song_
Crest twinkle like
fatties and momies_haist
Young poet.
         Irish kinds

My simbling beauty.
The scented feet of
hers;Suwilangi,this line
These glamps inverted words.
humpy dot?
         flamish eyes.

His slow paced emotions;
these_built on tempered motor
varlet swain
         wot not?
The simple wax,no ill bed
drink.
My lady,maybe last;run now_
squeeze my breath_from my
hands take your heart.
Wisper slow
fade as smoke;his sight
these:elapsed.

.

         The varlet
              yes
       they say I am

          a varmint

 one who would be the
         variegator
   at the site of hern
           bloom
    
         To specify
I am compelled to aver

   there is no control
       of the varix
      of mine loom

LIFE WITH SMOKEY

Life with Smokey was never dull,
He was fun and adventure,
It just never lulled.


So quiet and regal he seemed to be,
So dignified,
That you just 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 for the fresh crab meat there,
And when one fell out,
It gave him a scare;

For it still was alive and it scurried away,
With Smokey behind it,
"Oh good, now we'll play.

I'll swat it about until it just dies."
But the crab grabbed his paw,
And we ran to his cries.

Dad grabbed up the crab and put it right back,
Then he gave him the fish,
He'd remembered to pack,

So Smokey could have his treat as before,
Not caught this time,
But bought at the store.
                                      Judy Ball



For Animals On Your Mind Contest by Ryan Jackson - Repost from The Smokey Tales a list of nine poems about my first pet and first friend - Aaug.20,2011

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