Walter Poems - Poems about Walter

Walter James Carter

Walter, James, and Carter

Little boys
Son,
Brother,
Son
One by one, my heart undone.
One is one (and a quarter) years tall,
Chocolate wisps that softly fall.
Forest hazel, bold and sly,
Wildfire laughter in his eye.
Two is two (well, almost there),
Golden curls of sunlit hair.
Eyes like ice, so pure, so true,
They freeze my heart and smile it blue.
Three is three (and a

Mr Potato

Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy

'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his

Walter

She stares into the casket
open, not what he wanted,
but she did, even more now.
“Stiffer than he’s ever been.”
she snickered, silent, unheard.
“O M F G thirty years;
look at you in your blazer
and that idiotic badge;”
she toasted, raising a glass
of cola and single malt
discovered upon finding
the “mislaid” Tantalus key.
“I bet you’ll never guess where
your model steam engine

Walter Mitty-Like Dreams

The US President is everywhere and everything, it seems
    At least he is, in his Walter Mitty-like dreams

  Racing to Ground Zero the very next day
    Just as false as his appointment to the US Naval Academy

  The great man saw the bridge in Pittsburgh collapse
 

Walter Cronkite

Walter Cronkite,
Waxed erudite.
For fifty-six years he reported the news,
Trusted and revered for his truthful views.

After a Poem By Walter Von Der Vogelweide'

After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone

My mind from worldly cares once lost
elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed,
i sat upon  a seat of stone
thankful with  thoughts to be alone.
and  contemplate, now free from strife,
whate’er  gives meaning to this life.
I saw, 

Longing For Walter Cronkite

Some folks are misguided to sincerely believe
That what they hear on the news is fact, indeed,
I hope this poem will help you, friend, to relieve
That dreadful notion, for the “news” is suspect
Of being more commentary than cold, hard fact,
I have found journalism, rather recently, bought
And, I would think, paid for by vested interests~~
Sad for the

Nigeria Has a Wild Walter

Nigeria has a wild Walter!
A horse to hold by the halter
And drag to a Yoke-Breaking Altar;
Priests to hopefully alter
What The Devil about him did utter:
The Spirit Denizens of their water,
From there pounding him in a mortar …

Nigeria’s Euphoric Walter
Who fully kisses his daughters
And only last week a Hotel Porter’s 
Just to celebrate a peppery otter

A Conversation With Walter Mitty

“Azure blue sky dreamer.
Where you bound today of mystifying  days?
Can you hear me through that enigmatic fog?
Your Milky Way incarnate hyper trance phase.”

“Fellow wonderland  adventurer.
I’ve been pole vaulting otherworldly golden orb frontiers.
As I bounce on a trampoline imagination rules.
In cerebral stuntman recess I zap hazardous fears.”

“Did you eavesdrop on the universe?
Butterfly glide whirlpool

Shallow Walter

Was he too shallow to swim in deep water?

Walter Brennan

A splendid actor was the late Walter Brennan.
There were so many movies and television shows he was in.
One of his characters I would particularly enjoy:
That was when he played grandpa Amos McCoy.

Forbidden Song

"But love's a malady without a cure."
-"John Dryden"

Forbidden Song

The jury sits, pallid and grave,
well versed in the ways of "society" and "correctness",
he appears, drowned in confusion and numb to all else,
convicted of the dreary charge of "forbidden" love.

No words exchanged, for there is no need,
the sentence rings forth, pierces his breast like a dagger,
"Your love

Why Trump Left Walter Reed

So Trump checked in to Walter Reed
And asked them for a cure for greed
They said, "Crystal Meth -
Or you could choose death -
But Fort Knox is where we keep seed!"

Walter Big Train Johnson

THE BIG TRAIN 
IS A COMING.
HE'S STEAMING 
IN TOWARDS TOWN.
ONE THING IS 
FOR CERTAIN.
HE'LL MOW 
SOME BATTERS DOWN.

NOW WE'RE 
TALKING BASEBALL.
WHEN BASEBALL 
WAS THE GAME.
A LEGENDARY 
PITCHER.
WHO RESIDES 
IN THE HALL OF FAME.

HE WAS SAID 
TO HAVE A FASTBALL
THAT HISSED 
AS IT PASSED BY.
ACCORDING TO 
OLE TY COBB
AND I DON'T BELIEVE 
HE'D LIE.

HE STRUCK OUT

The World

The World

The world we live in, free as it may seem
smiles at popularity, crowns fame,
mocks solitude and scorns ascetics,
worships money and dreams of good things,
of good looks, of good clothes,
professes humility and pity, while looking up at
the suns of our times, rich and famous,
who look down in turn at the pitiable
crowning them in their golden

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