Taylor's pretty swift, a single cat gal with grit
A brash gust of fresh air with verve drive and wit
Swifties exude grand elation
So goes Swift, so goes the nation!
Scared of big yeller bullies? Not one damn bit
Jacob was minding his orchard the other day
When snickeroo snackeroo he was snatched away
The apples said “Dang! Those aliens don’t play!”
Whisked into a spaceship, taken beyond the Milky Way
His faithful dog was the only one to tell the tale to his wife Kay
She did not fully understand his hound, Old Yeller Gray
But had the feeling Jacob was completely gone that day.
A terrifying tale relayed to me by my horrible cousin Fay.
He stood on the corner
Every day save Sunday
The corner of 14th and Main
Not one darned thing could
Deter him--not even the rain
He spoke to the masses
To whomever would come
His knowledge was awesome
Nearly Godlike to some
But he preached not of Jesus
Nor Mohammed and such
Whatever his subject
His voice was too much
Folks plugged up their ears
And remained for his zeal
They were mesmerized daily
He possessed mass appeal
So they dubbed him old 'yeller'
No other name would do
His voice was like thunder
Too loud, it was true
But they came to that corner
Each day, rain or shine
And they could hear old 'yeller'
From the back of the line
Idris Elba speaks out '
Heirachy isn't democracy
Truth Is. No; yeller..?
I must run so I might be free...
and I feel free because I run.
Breath draws deep past the lone oak tree,
Just my friend and I, 'Secretariat', race to have fun.
Fast through the grass and down the long lane,
passing grazing cows in the brilliant twilight.
ever quicker now, the wind dances through my mane.
The old bull's giving chase, what an awkward funny sight.
To the corner by the pond, the ruddy ducks take flight,
as the yeller dog comes running by the old red barn.
The hens go to the left and the geese off to the right.
The farmer tries to slow us, slips, falls, and hollers, darn!
The hoof beat thunder slows as we enter our stalls,
We see the moon now rising over the hills to the east.
The farmer and his daughter hit the pin and the latch falls.
They treat us well, a brush, blanket, and welcome feast.
The moon now high; barnyard quiet, calm, and serene.
We're dozing off and on, after fresh honey oats and hay,
Dreaming that I must run, so I might feel free.
Yes, 'Secretariat' will run for tomorrow's another day!
A Noteable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
10/12/2021
LeClaire was at his Traitors Post
Getting a roast
From the Indian seller
One heck of a yeller
“I did not have an affair!”
She did swear
“I sold this guy
What he wanted to buy
A nice gift
To give his new bride a lift”
LeClaire
Felt very scared
There was no time to stop the press
Reporting this mess
Only find the truth
About an issue ready to hit the roof
Putting on his snow shovels
LeClaire headed out to prove the faithful knight had a lover
Seeing heroic foot prints he fixed his notebook
And took a look
Preparing for a fight
Knowing this path track was right
But then there was thunderous rumbling
An avalanche started crumbling
Feeling lucky like he rolled a seven
Escaping from going to heaven
This was not the one
Being smothered following Goldie lock knight and his mistress hon
When danger all cleared
Something else appeared
Which made LeClaire fear
A knight with golden locks
Image put LeClaire in shock
“Interview with you was fun
Did the story run?”
LeClaire feeling he was done
Peering up not knowing what to say
Except “it ran today”
“butter flies and marshes mellow”, that’s what he said to me.
did i look shocked — you bet, but i did him one better.
“mine craft and more bid yeller,” I smirked,
and he said, “wazzthatsposedtomean?”
as if he was drunk, he slurred all his vegetables to gather,
and i told him so — i true Lee did!
“chalk a lot?” he asked, and i quibbled, “black board.”
He threw his fist, dissed joined, “yor a wader.”
“am not!”
“are so!”
“fire flies and pepper mints,” the subject changes.
“side ways and rattled snakes,” i grin.
Our friend ship sails with checkers and back bone.
I say a final dead line, “butter’d milk and fired crackers,”
we hear the good humor’d truck.
we buy iced dreams and coco co la,
as the city strolls by, way too serious.
and we both shout,
“ham or head?
“Shark!”
butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
Kai Neumann - Sponsor
Not a Fighter
Limerick
By: Tom Wright
10-5-2019
I once knew this “feller” who would not fight,
at the first sign of trouble he always took flight.
His name was Dan,
and a very good man,
But “he was “yeller” as mustard without the bite”
I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.
For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
Putrid pink by my volitional Aunt
And thus made me hate
The color of its paint.
And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
Of a steamroller-child
~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~
Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of to the moon and back.
I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
the
cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
for those
who believe they can pull off this trend
better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead
For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10
You can turn there too
and net your escape.
To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear
God is at hand.
7/26/2019
Had an old Cadillac and a gal named Ann
And I played fiddle in a travelin' band
I loved my Ann and a dog named Yeller
They ran off with a yodelin' feller
I woke up this mornin' on a choo choo train
Bound for Amarillo in the pourin' rain
Starin' out the window started me thinkin'
It's gonna be this way 'til I quit drinkin'
3-22-19
Contest:Wk 4, March 2019, Max 8 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I woke up this mornin' on a choo choo train
Bound for Amarillo in the pourin' rain
Starin' out the window started me thinkin'
It's gonna be this way 'til I quit drinkin'
Had an old Cadillac and a gal named Ann
And I played fiddle in a travelin' band
We had some good times and a dog named Yeller
Then Ann ran off with a yodelin' feller
My heart was broke and tears fell on my fiddle
I found that Jack Daniels eased me a little
I made a full time job of fillin' my cup
Then Yeller took off with some speckled pup
Don't remember much else with this addled brain
I woke up this mornin' on a choo choo train
12-23-18
Contest: Standard Contest No. 150
Sponsor: Brian Strand
When all the wranglin' chores was done and the sun settled in the west,
The cowboys was lollin' about the campfire savorin' much needed rest.
From early dawn they'd branded dogies and herded cantankerous steers,
Now it was time to unwind, spin some bull and toss back some beers.
Fer supper they had the usual beef, spuds and beans as hard as stones,
Now they fired up their cigars, pipes and a few fellers lit roll-yer-owns.
A guy played melancholy tunes on his harmonica to calm the antsy herd,
And in the distance the yips and snarls of pesky coyotes could be heard.
They had fed and tethered their hosses and kicked off their boots,
And leaned back on their saddles - what a band of hell-raisin' galoots!
They spun tales of wimmen, whiskey, horses, gamblin' and such,
And took turns bad-mouthin' the trail boss who they didn't like very much!
Their slurred twaddle dwindled to a close and it was time to hit the hay,
Knowing that they had to rise early and face another saddle-sore day.
Usin' their saddles fer pillers they sprawled 'neath a big yeller moon,
Snorin', groanin' and breakin' wind, each emittin' a melodious tune!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Trump Did Compile Period of Denial
What Trump again was trying to compile;
Length contained in his period of denial;
A story teller;
Golden stream yeller;
We are sure eventually will end up on trial.
Jim Horn
I've spoke of the Pork Rind
And my love for it's crunch
Now I must give due credit
To whom I'm having for lunch
The Pig or the "Porkster"
In my circle he's fondly called
But to all the outsiders
He is simply known as the Hog
He comes in many flavors
Bacon, Chitlins, or Ham
There's even an air of mystery
In the can known as Spam
He's at all the major holidays
The guys a Rock Star
Those sweet on him call him Honey Ham
Oh.....you know who you are
Why he's even in China
Where the Royal Family has succumbed
I hear the Emperor's pet name for him is
Pork Egg Foo Young
Well I could go on for days
Talking about that little feller
But could you please pass the Mustard
......preferably the Yeller
All Orange and Yeller
When by Bernie she had been rear-ended
She was not really sure what he intended
We were beginning and starting to realize
That he was trying to cut her down to size.
Anyone knowledgeable and also well-read
Are aware should build others up instead
Especially in campaign and starting to fail
So whole party together can smoothly sail.
Party will be unified and become complete
And then your adversary soon must meet
Never will have to worry or ever even beg
Opponent knocked self down another peg.
All your whole great plan was ready-made
Into past you adversary surely will fade
In his huge jet plane having no propeller
Along with hair all orange and also yeller.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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