Showing posts with label holden klass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holden klass. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2022

There once was a fellow named Kurt

There once was a fellow named Kurt
Who had a twin brother named Burt
While in Serengeti
They slurped up spaghetti
And took naps face down in the dirt.
—holden klass


Wednesday, April 20, 2022

A lady named Myles

There once was a lady named Myles
Who wore the most beautiful smiles
Then one day in a flash
She grabbed up all her cash
And left town with a man called Wiles.
—holden klass

Wednesday, April 06, 2022

Scranton Joe


World renowned, he's The Scranton Joe
Full of himself, corrupt, and low
A pompous ass without a nerve
Self and mammon he's first to serve
Boorish knave! to Hell he'll go
That venal scum, The Scranton Joe.
—holden klass

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

A gal named Emmy

There once was a girl named Emmy
A pro at doing the shimmy
One morning at two
She stepped in some glue
And cried QUICK! I need a Jimmy.
—holden klass

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Gal Named Sally

There once was a gal named Sally
Her hair was too long to tally
One night on a date
She snagged the gate
And from peak she sank to valley.
—holden klass

Thursday, September 09, 2021

EMS - a limerick

There once was a gal named Ems
A woman not known for whims
And in no small part
She'd broken my heart
But so kindly spared my limbs.
—holden klass

Thursday, August 05, 2021

Heather the UPSer

There once was a girl named Heather
Who labored in all kinds of weather
In her big old brown truck
Sporting a smile for luck
Found no parcels light as a feather.
—holden klass


Tuesday, July 13, 2021

There once was a girl from Purdue

There once was a girl from Purdue
Not far from the Tippecanoe
In search of her Wow!
She followed a cow
Back home to a farmer named Stu.
—holden klass

Wednesday, May 05, 2021

Marisol

Of all the breathtaking sights we greet
The sun and sea when first they meet
Beautiful views set it apart
 A sight to hold and take your heart
So when you find this graceful scene
Think of Marisol! Charmed and serene.
—holden klass

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Rotten Flatus - a timeless maxim

It is rotten flatus that does not abate in a tempest.
—holden klass

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

"One Horse Pony"

I'm a one horse pony my name is Joe
God surely loves me because he knows I'm slow
My wife's a "Doctor" but she don't know
Can anyone show me which way to go

Joe! the swamp you seek is just ahead
We all know you're not much well read
Why don't you go on back to bed
And let that just be said.
—holden klass

AND REMEMBER FOLKS

"our darkest days are ahead of us, not behind us."—Joe Biden

ain't that the goddamn truth!

Thursday, September 24, 2020

"Sweet Dreams"

Had lots of dreams ne'er a one sweet
Dreamt a fine gal went out to eat
Opened her mouth she had no teeth
Moved on to the next kinda neat
Walked on the moon a major feat

Just some dreams I'm here to tout
Sweet ain't the word I'd go and shout
A little weird they are no doubt
When doors lead in but take me out
To lands of strange where sleep does scout.
—holden klass

Wednesday, December 04, 2019

"Looking for Love"

Same old tired faces
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Where hopeful hearts meet empty spaces

AND nary a day goes by -

In this sea of sanguine fishes
In spite of all their best wishes
Hope serves up only meager dishes

And that gives pause for sigh.
—holden klass

Friday, January 25, 2019

"Hopeful of Love"

Hopeful of Love but her in-box is full
Lonely prose from men 18 to 82
Pulse beating brisk now comes to a lull
Her silence has turned my mood blue
Once again my heart was played
Damn, damn I did try so
All the right words and gestures made
The fates won't have it though
My loneliness stayed.
—holden klass


Monday, December 08, 2014

Post #1701 Perseverance (grit)

Though my resources they be scant
The word I most reject is "can't"
And with the whole of my spirit
Determined! I refuse to quit

Ever aware that I may fail
On my steam and grit yet I sail

—holden klass

NOTE 
This is an example of  a sestain AABBCC. A sestain is a six line poem or repetitive unit of a poem of this format (musaddas), comparable to quatrain (Ruba'i in Persian and Arabic) which is a four line poem or a unit of a poem. There are many types of sestain with different rhyme schemes, for example AABBCC, ABABCC, AABCCB or AAABAB. I try to stick with the 8 syllables per line out of discipline. But I've seen a lot of  sestains with more or less than 8 syllables. I don't think it matters.

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus

A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.

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