James Brown's Poems

 


 

Farewell to Poets in Progress?
By James Brown

I’d miss you guys of wit and pen,
Whose verse, like mine, oft do us in.
Yet, gentle souls we maybe are,
Our words of life might carry far.

A simple rhyme sometimes is more
Than caustic speech we all abhor.
A noble craft we hearken to,
My time too short with all of you.

But, yet, so many read our verse,
While TV words are somewhat terse,
Our skill is one we dare not lose,
With none that’s left but other’s views.

Your poems thoughtful Christmas Gift,
Might give a very needed lift,
A troubled friend you never knew,
Was saved when he or she was through.

Editor's Note: This poem was written by James when he heard that I was considering letting the hosting of this website lapse due to lack of interest.  His poem encourages me to continue the site.  Thanks James.


Genesis Poems

Image: Bible - open book

Genesis - Chapter I
By Jim Brown

In the beginning it's been told,
The days were long and dark,
Then God turned on His Light and Time,
The worlds beginning mark!

Strange things began those six long days,
And they were not the least,
God figured that it might take time,
Creating men and beasts.

"Their image will be what we are,"
He said to sons that day,
As godlike men and female too,
Yet feet of iron and clay.

What puzzles bible scholars now,
Believed by just a few,
Were men aplenty doing things,
The earth to then subdue.

Which may explain the wondrous works,
We can't quite understand,
Gigantic structures ring the earth,
Yet built by human hand.

He made us all as godlike men,
It says right in the book,
We've been on earth from eons past,
If we will only look.


Genesis - Chapter II
By Jim Brown

The seventh day our earth was done,
God rested like it says,
For everything that had been wrought,
No man can claim it his
.

We do not know though some have guessed,
How long it really rained,
But plants and herbs long dormant there, (1)
The Word of God ordained.

No man was left to till the ground,
Of millions we are told,
So God created man again,
May be this time with a soul. (2)

He planted Eden in the East,
And there he placed the man,
Then tested him for what he knew,
Since once the world began.

He called each beast and bird alike,
That was (3) their given name,
A perfect Adam not unlike
God's Eve to him now named.

Yet Adam was not God Himself,
One feature He retained,
The tree of knowledge was not his,
A mortal we remained
. (4)

(1) Gen. 2. 5. To believe the Bible is the word of God, this verse indicates the earth and mankind has been destroyed before. Also, Adam and Eve no doubt did exist, but in the later years around 4000 B.C.
(2) Gen. 2. 7-8. Note that this says "formed man" instead of "formed a man." Formed is from the Hebrew yatsar that means "to mold, shape, or form.” It is at the end of verse eight where he places "the" man he had formed into Eden.
(3) Gen. 2. 19. "...that was the name thereof." To be, to exist. Adam knew that was their name.
(4) Quran 7. 19-22. Basically it states man does not have capacity of understanding, of knowing everything, "lest ye become rulers, lest ye become of the immortals.


Genesis - Chapter III
By James Brown

I've wondered why some preachers doubt,
But Adam caused the fall.
For lo, the snake seduced his wife
When off the tree he crawled.

Just listen what he said to her
"You surely will not die
The Lord just wants you to be chaste
And not go near that guy."

When God called Adam to explain
Why both were wearing leaves;
"It's not my fault," he said to Him,
"The apple; it was Eve's."(1)

"It wasn't mine," she did explain,
"The apple's from Your tree
The snake just knocked it down to eat. (2)
Knocked up as you can see".

And, that's why we still live today
For threescore years and ten. (3)
The pearly gates await the few (4)
For what it might have been.

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(1) Gen. 3. 12.
(2) Gen. 3. 16.
(3) Ps. 90. 10.
(4) Rev. 21: 21.

"Genesis - Chapter III," Copyright © 2017 by James Brown
Posted June 17, 2017


Genesis IV
By James Brown

I’ve wondered why that chapter’s there,
And why was Abel blest?
So was it wrong to till the ground?
They both had done their best.

It might be that it answers why,
Some like us and some don’t,
Remember that we’re “god-like” men,
God loves us, others won’t.

So, Cain it says was driven out,
And founded all our line,
That leaves a lot to be desired,
None call us now divine.

Some built great cities, others tilled,
Some worked with iron or flutes,
Then Enos (1) put us back on track,
Thanks God. It’s now our roots.

"Genesis IV," Copyright © 2017 by James Brown

(1) Genesis 4.26


Genesis V
By James Brown

If you believe that God exists,
And have a Bible too,
Re-read the first verse if you like,
His words are clear for you.

Mankind has been upon the earth,
For many million years.
Great works aplenty dot our land,
Yet Adam was not here.

You saw him first in chapter two,
A mortal man with fears,
But, he’s the one before The Christ,
Our lineage is quite clear.

From Seth to Noah and beyond,
Add Adam to it too,
Our patriarchs though long-lived men,
Were just like me and you.

Their generations lead to Christ,
It isn’t all that far,
From those great men of olden times,
It tells just who we are.


Genesis VI
By James Brown

Men multiplied and took them wives,
The Lord was said to grieve,
Some were giants and some mighty men,
Some evil when conceived.

The Lord repented of his work,
Their time was running out,
All men and everything he made,
Were gone. There was no doubt.

But one just man who walked with God,
The only one we see,
He picked to build a great big boat,
To float upon the sea.

Build it, He said, of Gopher wood,
Then cover it with pitch.
Fill it with two of every kind.
And leave none in the ditch.

T’was said to be three stories tall,
And that’s just with the doors,
For Noah’s family and their kin,
Plus, a couple more floors.

Then came the rains just like He said,
The flood was coming soon,
Thus Noah saw what was ahead,
With no one else immune.


Philemon
By James Brown

I have a Bible on my desk,
It’s way too big to hold,
It cost five dollars at a sale,
And must be very old.

It’s full of stuff I seldom read,
Nor thought of when I pray,
Why would it be in that big Book,
And could it show the way?

So, curious to find just why,
Philemon rates a Book,
Paul’s letter sent to Titus too,
Invited me to look.

I read them quick and wondered why,
What did Paul really say?
And then I read them one more time,
His message clear as day.

These letters are the rules of life,
They do not just suggest,
But lay it on the line with words,
For us be heaven blest.

"Philemon," Copyright © 2017 by James Brown
Posted June 14, 2017


Cell ‘phones
By James Brown

Now that I’m old it’s hard to see,
Those teeny weeney screens,
That we now use to talk to friends,
You’d think we’re in our teens.

It may be why us older types,
Seem grumpy to you all,
Hell. We can’t hear and now can’t see,
You guys put up a wall.

It might be payback time I think,
When our folks thought the same,
For laughing at their pomade hair,
And playing parlor games.

It might go back much longer still,
I think my granddad said,
The model T was much more fun,
Than keeping horses fed.

But we’ve been here too long to care,
We’ve done it all and some,
It’s time for you to bore your kids,
How could they be so dumb.

"Cell 'phones," Copyright © 2017 by James Brown
Posted June 11, 2017


Threshold of Becoming a Man
By James Brown

When I was young, boys wore short pants,
Till sometime in between,
The first and second year at school,
Moms knew it time to wean.

For words, could scar a kid for life,
Like "sissy, mama's boy",
A mark of age, the future man,
Long pants we did enjoy.

Learned real men never thought it right,
To live at home again,
Or ask for money from his folks,
Much less from any kin.

We learned what "stupid-jerk" meant then,
And urges most withstood,
A pew in church was far less stress,
Than early fatherhood.

That time of life was finally done,
None wanted teens to last,
Our time was now, the future here,
Those childish things were past.

"Threshold of Becoming a Man," Copyright © 2016 byJames Brown
Posted November 14, 2016


 

Image: Bible - open book

Genesis - Chapter I
By Jim Brown

In the beginning it's been told,
The days were long and dark,
Then God turned on His Light and Time,
The worlds beginning mark!

Strange things began those six long days,
And they were not the least,
God figured that it might take time,
Creating men and beasts.

"Their image will be what we are,"
He said to sons that day,
As godlike men and female too,
Yet feet of iron and clay.

What puzzles bible scholars now,
Believed by just a few,
Were men aplenty doing things,
The earth to then subdue.

Which may explain the wondrous works,
We can't quite understand,
Gigantic structures ring the earth,
Yet built by human hand.

He made us all as godlike men,
It says right in the book,
We've been on earth from eons past,
If we will only look.


When I was young [I read a book]*
By Jim Brown

When I was young I read a book,
I'd not done that before.
The words were short that I could spell,
With knights and maids galore.

They didn't seem to work a lot,
And always drinking ale,
While looking for the love they lost,
I think her name was Gayle.

So if you're Gayle please listen up,
Someone's loved you before.
He may not know that you're the one,
That you're the girl from yore.

We males are sorta dumb at times,
And miss your subtle hints.
You gotta shake it in his face
He might just be your prince.

So if he is the one you crave,
And if he's not been took,
Don't be so silent with your choice,
Go get him hook or crook.

"When I was you [I read a book]," Copyright © 2016 by James Brown
Posted September 12, 2016


* Editor's Note: Braketed words added by editor to distinguish from other poem, "When I was young."


Your Life
By Jim Brown

You are a handsome dog you are,
That was in '42,
With golden wings upon your breast,
And uniform of blue.

But time has taken, you confessed,
When looking in your eyes,
For cataracts and hearing aids,
You look like other guys.

Your hair is thinner now than then,
Your uniform is tight,
No way they'd let you in a jet,
You can't drive now at night.

But lots of things are just the same,
Your Uncle Sam keeps tabs,
You send the checks to him on time,
And if you fail he grabs.

A lot of stuff is new to you,
Like "Sir' and "may I help",
Plus discounts at the grocery store,
Or stub your toe and yelp.

The rhymes you write point often now,
To your home in the sky,
And hope your sins might be forgot,
By your Forgiving Guy.

And silently you pray each night,
You've done like this for years,
You feel quite close to God on high,
He's been with you through tears.

You think of Him a personal friend,
To pray and ask advice,
And failing have the lumps to show,
For sometimes done it twice.

He must be like your father's voice,
He's there but you can't see,
You know he knows when you've done wrong,
It's up to you and me,

You can't imagine what's beyond,
Or what you could have done,
But honor him and seek his grace,
Before your life is done.


Altars All the Same
By Jim Brown

Please note my goal to be an altar boy
Was just not meant to be,
The priest found out I was raised a Baptist,
No Holy water for me.

But I doubt that God really cares that much,
And a church is big or small,
Nor whether it be in an open field,
Or behind a prison wall.

I noted that all the altars were the same,
And the priests or preachers too,
Had the same goal no matter of their faith,
For God's message still rings true.

"Altars All the Same," Copyright 2016 by Jim Brown
Posted June 17, 2016


Springtime
By James Brown

Somewhere between snow and summer,
And the world's come awake again,
Warm days, soft rain, birds of number,
As God's seasons of life begin.

If I'm too busy to notice,
For behold, the winter is past, 1
No less than that King reminds me,
My time here on earth will not last.

So welcome those winds of springtime,
Reminds us to be at our best.
The storms of life will continue,
That's part of His plan and our test. 2

Though health and long life are welcomed,
And...flowers appear on the earth, 3
Remember, that's showing us proof.
After death, next comes our rebirth.

1 Song of Solomon 2:11
2 James 1:12
3 Song of Solomon 2:12

"Springtime," Copyright © 2016 by James Brown
Posted Easter Sunday, March 27, 2016


When I was young: A Gawky Kid
By James Brown

When I was young; a gawky teen,
A time I'd soon'st forget,
With pimples, goofy things to do,
And ears behind them wet.

From thirteen on to twenty-some,
Most kids of whom I knew,
Spent precious time and did not know,
Our years of peace were few.

We went from callow youths they say,
To old men in a year,
Long hair, zoot suits, and grown-up plans,
Were changed to guns and fear.

Some kids like me were in the air,
While others chose the sea,
But some found out what Hell was like,
Defending you and me.

Though most of those who left with me,
I never saw in pain,
While others made it back I pray,
To laugh and love again.

"When I was young: A Gawky Kid," Copyright © 2016 by James Brown
Posted January 21, 2016


I write a poem most every day
By James Brown

I write a poem most every day,
Sometime they're three or four,
Too bad that they don't sell real well,
Alas, they make you snore.

But there's a reason for my poems,
I feel they make me whole,
Maybe like a confession booth,
For poems unlock your soul.

"I write a poem most every day," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Posted December 22, 2015


Image: Old time phone

When I was Young (written December 21, 2015)
By James Brown

When I was young all planes had props
While most still had two wings
You sat right up there in the wind
The best to see God's things.

No worry if your engine quit
It was no great big deal
You checked the wind and landed on
The nearest farmer's field.

Our telephone hung on the wall
Right by the kitchen sink
And letters momma sometimes wrote
With pens that held blue ink.

But things are better now for sure
I just can't think of what
Jet planes are fast, and internet
Brings us all close...somewhat.

"When I was Young - December 21, 2015" copyright © by James Brown
Posted December 22, 2015



When I Was Young (I think thirteen)
By James Brown

When I was young; I think thirteen,
A young man said, "Hello."
I knew at once He was The Christ,
How I knew I don't know.

I'd heard from someone, not a friend,
All that I needed do
To make some Christmas money was
Sell something to a Jew.

I built a model airplane well,
And took it to a store
To find they had no time for me
They'd heard of this before.

Almost in tears I felt a touch.
This young man said to me,
"I'll buy it from you if you want,
I'm here from Galilee."

I'm still not sure that's what he said,
I've wondered all these years,
But, I'll know Him when next we meet,
Of death I have no fears.

"When I Was Young (I think thirteen)," Copyright c 2015 by James Brown
Posted December 13, 2015


Image: James Brown
James Brown served as a carrier pilot in World War II and the Korean conflict.
He now resides in South Caroline with his wife Margaret and in his words, "I find
writing poetry just for myself is cathartic. Sometimes of good memories,
and less and less of the not so good times."

When I Was Young
By James Brown

When I was young I lived each day,
A lot like that before.
There were no future plans I had,
Well, maybe three or four.

I might be rich and handsome too,
But gave it little thought,
A pilot might be fun to try,
Or maybe buy a yacht.

But war roared in and changed my mind,
Like millions others did,
Grew up real fast and learned to fly,
Then kill while just a kid.

I can't undo the things I did,
A fight we had to win,
That's why today I have no guns,
Nor hunt or kill again.

In later life it bothers me,
Although with silent tears,
Sometimes I still choke up to hear,
A song from those war years.

"When I Was Young," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Written November 28, 2015


Image: American Flag

My Flag
By James Brown

I fly my flag both day and night,
And seldom fly it with a light.

It's flown in times of war or peace,
Through sickness, pain, or death's release.

It flies in summer rain and storm,
Or winter's sleet and Sunday morn.

One day it blew right off the house.
That was the time it scared a mouse.

It's flown a lot for welcomed guests,
Plus babies born (I like that best).

It leads parades all children love,
And flies above all laws thereof.

I carried it to war with me,
Sewn on my coat so all could see.

It matters not when it is flown,
Its presence knows I'm not alone.

And, stands in churches as one of,
My Cross or David's Star above.

My flag's quiet flap against its pole,
Reminded me I had a soul.

Almost a sacred thing to me;
My flag, my country 'tis of Thee.

"My Flag," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown

See the original poem in PDF format provided by James


Poet Laureate
By James Brown

I write a lot most every day,
Of sonnets, rhymes and stuff,
While limericks are a lot more fun,
Those Haiku are real tough.

They're seldom sold I must admit,
In fact if it were not,
Some printed in a Christmas book,
Last minute shoppers bought.

Some good, some fluff, some downright dumb,
I write them for the masses,
If only people did not sit,
(I'll bet you thought in classes).

A poet-laureate I'd hoped,
And wear red sox or sandals,
Invited to rich drawing rooms,
To read of all my scandals.

Alas, I'm neither sad nor hurt,
I've not been starved or wounded,
My loves and life are heaven blest,
God's grace has me surrounded.

"Poet Laureate," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Posted December 1, 2015


Poetry 101
By James Brown

A limerick seems 'just in your face',
And most folks think them somewhat base,
While meant to be for fun,
Others can't wait to shun,
Sometimes the words you must erase.

Though reading these not openly.
Are often done quite jokingly,
It's where we all begin,
Though with a guilty grin…
The magic words of poetry

"Poetry 101" Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Posted December 1, 2015



Image: Holy Bible

SIN
By James Brown

When I was young I went to church
Sat in the second row.
The front one was for those He saved,
From what I didn't know.

The preacher said I must confess
My sins to sit there too.
I tried to think of something bad;
"...forgot to tie my shoe?"

The second grade was much less fun
No sleeping on the floor
Tried hard to learn to spell big words
My sin was that I swore!

I'd heard the big boys talk like that
Some girls had heard them too
Mom washed my mouth out with bath soap
Sins meaning I now knew.


Author's Note: It was traditional in the Baptist church I attended that the front pew was reserved for those who after the service, publically came forward after the pastor's invitation, "to confess their sins, to be baptized, and accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior."

"Sin," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Posted November 2,2015


 

Image: Halloween pumpkins

Happy Halloween
By James Brown

When I was young on Halloween
I always loved the clowns.
For spooks and goblins seemed so sad,
And all they did was frown.

No skulls or spiders scared me much
Nor bloody arms or head,
For Momma would have washed them off,
And put them right to bed.

Here's happy Halloween to you,
I hope throughout your life,
Though spooks and goblins try their best
To scare you bad with strife.

Please keep these thoughts and have good cheer,
Towards those who wish you harm,
A pleasant face and friendly smile
Is great to them disarm.

'Happy Halloween," Copyright © 2015 By James Brown


When I was Young
By James Brown

When I was young my momma said,
"It's only right and good
To send a written thank you note
To thank folks; like you should."

"It's not that matters what they did,
A helpful hand or act,
It took some thought or work from them;
Maybe a little tact."

So, please accept my sincere thanks,
And know you're in my prayer.
Your act of friendship humbles me
To know how much you care.


Editor's Note: This poem is a response to Poetic Prompt # 12



Our Bobbie's Limerick
By James Brown

Well darn, we all thought. It can't be you!
Not our Bobbie who welcomes us too.
You are first in our prayers,
For each one of us cares,
For the good news that finds you're all new.

"Our Bobbie's Limerick," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown


Our Dave's Limerick
By James Brown

The English language poets know,
Is great for classy rhymes.
And Dave Bates knows this fact himself,
Limericks don't make you dimes.

While English meter works far best,
Than German, French or Russ'.
Whoever wrote a limerick there?
Not even on their busses.

Yet, here's a proper limerick Dave,
Though writ in English, not to save,
Our hope is you're feeling well,
In fact, we mean really swell,
Good health. Long life. All dearly crave.

"Our Dave's Limerick," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown


Waiting Room
By James Brown

A waiting room is not much fun
False laughter; nervous folks
Some scared, some not, some on their phone
Alay their fear with jokes.

The doctor does his best with all
We pray our health restore.
This must be like it is to die
We've never done before.

For when God beckons me to come
I hope there is no quiz
Forgives the stupid things I've done
I pray He knows I'm His.

While heaven's gate is what I seek
A crown upon my brow
But hope that day is years away
Though it's my goal…not now
.

"Waiting Room," Copyright © 2015 by James Brown
Posted April 26, 2015


Treasure
By James Brown

Millions and billions and probably zillions
of people who've lived here before,
Found most of their dreams,
Came loose at the seams,
With treasure right here we ignore.

While looking for gold we missed children at play,
We'd hug them tomorrow for sure.
But sadly we found,
They were not around,
By that time they too were mature.

The love of our life we might lose by neglect,
To the song of riches we crave.
A child's soft amen
Was not heard again,
Yet God in his wisdom forgave.

Everlasting life was His promise to us,
And I think we'd be better men,
To sing of our love
With those we're part of,
Forgive me and hold them again
.

"Treasure," Copyright © 2014 by James Brown
Posted October 18, 2014


Limericks - 2
By James Brown

Limericks are thought to be lewd,
Though some of them tend to be crude.
While some poets are snobs,
Who ignore most of us slobs,
Not all folks consider them rude.

And note too, these limericks are read,
By those who'd be seldom caught dead,
Reading poems at home,
At a pub, or alone,
A punter, or even a crowned-head.

Alas, a stall is my palette,
Poets may suggest a mallet,
But I sit here and smile,
Knowing all the time while,
A limerick is hard to forget.

"Limericks-2," © Copyright 2014 by James Brown
Posted August 26, 2014


When I was young
By James Brown
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The Flags of Texas
By James Brown
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Some live within this Lone Star state;
A nation it once was.
Subjected to at least six flags
With many diverse laws.

The Indians had no flags we know,
So Spain proclaimed it theirs
Next, France did win this New World land
Attracted by its wares.

Yet sent it's Emperor to his death
When Mexicans took charge.
Who fought and lost this Texas land
For freedom's dream was large.

When freed men cast their yokes aside
As history proved them right
This tiny nation born of them
To stand alone and fight.

Then darker times when states rights dimmed
These Texans fought again
To taste defeat as the South did
Again, lost many men.

That's why today a single star
Reminds this flag is one
Though now combined with many more
Does dip its flag to none.

While though United as a State
Our single flag will fly
Of all the banners in our group
Just IT may fly as high

"The Flags of Texas," Copyright c 2014 by James Brown
Posted June 20, 2014


Limerick for the elimination of "uh" from the English Language
By James Brown
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Your Day Job
By James Brown
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Inevitable
By James Brown
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How to write a proper Limerick - However...
By James Brown
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About Revenge
     Romans 12:19
By James Brown             

When I was young my friend and I
Played stick ball in the yard.
No fancy stuff for us at all
No rules; much less face guards.

The ball we used was just a can
We found my mom threw out.
Our sticks came from a pile next door
A big one gave us clout.

One time my friend had tripped me up
I fell right on my nose
But when I hit him back in pain
He stomped right on my toes.

I learned from that to not use fists
Or guns or knives and stuff
The guy you pay back for a slight
Might pay you back real rough.

In fact I learned the Bible says
Don't even give it thought,
The Lord who's looking out for me
Says I may pay back...naught.

"About Revenge," Copyright © 2014 by James Brown
Posted April 17, 2014

 

 

           Image: Elementary School graphic

By James Brown

I go to school to learn a lot
For when I'm big and tall,

And when I am, my Daddy says
My learning can't be small,

He knows a lot since he is smart,
And what he says is right.

I'll study hard and do my best,
Take lessons home at night.

But recess is a lot more fun
To run and laugh and play,

And tease the girls or pull their braids
Till teacher's hair turns gray.

I lost my coat that some kid took,
It might have been my friend,

Then told his mom my mouse inside
Might make her his best friend.

My mother said that this was wrong,
It wasn't really cool,

Remembered what my teacher said,
About some Golden Rule.

I don't know what that's all about,
But think it's in high school.

"Elementary School," Copyright © 2014 by James Brown

Click here for PDF version of the above poem



Image: Veterans'Voice logo

Veterans Day
By James Brown

We were our nation's soldiers then,
Some served her far at sea,
The cost of peace was charged again,
For freedom is not free.

Our nation's fought these many wars,
With those who tried in vain,
We've paid the price with blood and tears,
That they could not attain.

Our time of war came once or twice
While some served more than that,
And proud that like her bodyguards,
Were ready for combat.

It is enough for most of us
To know that we were there,
And stood up in the line of fire
So despots would not dare.

We've had our share of honor folks,
And lost some friends to boot,
But knowing what it could have been
Is quite enough salute.


James Brown
W.W.II /Korea

"Veterans Day," Copyright c 2013 by James Brown


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Glory
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By James Brown

 


Limericks
By James Brown

My limericks found no public praise,
For turning of a priceless phrase,
Some folks did not,
Like them a lot,
Nor even want my Broadway plays.

So then found I (though somewhat late),
A limerick's syllables abate,
To match just so,
You need to show,
Lines one and two and five are eight.

That leaves lines three and four to go,
Those should be rhymed as well you know,
That's all you need,
But structures heed ,
Just keep them shorter for good flow.

Note too my ribald lines are few,
Nor cheapen verse with sapphire hue,
Though Burns they ain't,
Wordsworth might faint,
And Browning never had a clue.

For limericks Hall of Fame you might,
Just qualify by what you write,
With poet gift, or
penman shift,
Your words then famous and not trite.

So if you've read this far I think,
We somewhat students just might shrink,
To find we know,
Yet earn no dough,
The stuff we write a waste of ink.


Limerick: "A profane lot we think of those…"
By James Brown

A profane lot we think of those,
Who write books for the masses,
Of crime and gore,
Or saint and whore,
Their wealth oft times amasses.

While we of pen and thought display,
Our skill with tone didactic,
Pale interest seems,
To stifle dreams,
Our words too soon galactic.


"Limerick: A profane lot we think of those…" Copyright © 2013 by James Brown


My Flag
By James Brown

I fly my flag both day and night
And seldom fly it with a light

Its flown in times of war and peace
Or sickness pain and sweet release

It flies in summer rain or storm
Or winter's sleet and Sunday morn

Sometimes its blown right off the house
Another time it scared a mouse

Its flown for a welcomed guest
And babies born (I like that best)

It leads parades all children love
And flies above all laws thereof

I carried it to war with me
And on my back so all could see

It matters not when it is flown
Its presence knows I'm not alone

And stands in churches as one of
My Cross or David's Star above.

My flag's quiet flap against its pole
Reminded me I had a soul

Almost a sacred thing to me
My flag, my country 'tis of Thee.

 



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