Old King Caddle

Old king Caddle, vain Overseer,

He looked in the mirror

And looked to the rear,

He looked to the front

And looked really near,

He looked at his court

And looked at their fear,

He looked and looked

And let out a sneer,

“By all that is Caddle

In my mustache, what is this SMEAR!

Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings


Caddle:
To fuss.
To coax; spoil.
To attend officiously.
To tease; scold; annoy.

Old Jack Darn's not so Nursery Rhymes

Here is a collection of art and poems that I have so far for my next self published work

Lad on a Ladder

Eyes

Old Jack Darn

Old Man Joe

Witch's heart

Woody the Woodsman's Son

Lonely Traveler

More to come... Check back soon!


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Eyes

D

      O

             W

                    N

                         the stairs

                                      of the old

                                                dark cellar

                                                             I Went.

                                                                     At the bottom,

                                                                                    what did I see?

                                                         A pair of strange eyes staring at me!  O-O

                                                                     >_> I asked the eyes,
                                                                      “Just who the heck are you?" O_O

                                                                              They looked to the right, o_O

                                                                               They looked to the left,  O_o

                                                                     ^_^ They said,
                                                                      “I got lost in the dark boo hoo hoo!” (;_:)

                                                                                    
                                                                                 Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings

Lad on a Ladder

The lad on a ladder, did he really matter?
Seeing the lad on a ladder, the ladettes did scatter!
And scatter they did, after seeing the lad on a ladder,
the lad on a ladder made their little hearts pitter patter!
I guess the lad on a ladder, really did matter,
if he made the ladettes scatter, and their little hearts pitter patter!

Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings

A poem???

I can't think of a poem today
I can't think of any wit to write
Not even a point to pen
A verse to vie
Why, oh why?


Must be that clown....

~Othen

An Old Torn Bible

I cursed the heavens,
when I didn’t get my way
I laid blame at God’s feet,
every night and every day.

I was give an old torn Bible,
and began to read His Word
I opened it from being curious,
because of things I have heard.
I cried with all my heart,
as feelings welled up in my chest
I finally saw the Light,
and just how much I was blessed.
I know now of my Savior,
after all this time I could finally see
I couldn’t hold back the tears,
because on that cross He suffered and died for me……
~Othen Cummings

Milk Dud (take 2)

I just want to say,

I’m sorry I have been a WHEY.

It’s just life makes me curdle,
As I churn until the morrow

And strain through the sorrow

Will I ever get on top?
Since I’m such a milksop?
These thoughts I won’t UDDER
I’m sure I will get BUTTER!

Poetic license?
Poetic apology?
Poetic justice?

~Othen Cummings

Say What?

ustJay ikelay aysday ofyay oldyay,

Iyay amyay itingwray youyay isthay

Inyay ayay ecretsay odecay.

Isyay ityay ackwardsbay?

Isyay ityay orwardsfay?

oNay, ityay isyay eallyray easyyay,

Andyay implesay asyay ancay ebay

Iyay amyay eakingspay otay youyay

Inyay igPay atinLay, onday’tay youyay eesay?

~ Othenyay ummingsCay

Qui inepta maccus

This clown made me happy
This clown made me sad
This clown quoted latin,
This clown was very bad.

~Othen

Condemn

Thinking and pondering, lest one is least
Minds shifting toward, fighting, delighting,
What you say, what you say, you snappy, sappy belittled beast?

“condemnant quod non intellegunt”

Scratching the surface, dwelling inside, picking and prattling,
Curious crafting words of disdain, wanting more
From something not, you don’t believe? Scorn it now, Lift it and start rattling!
Prattling and rattling what you adore!

“condemnant quod non intellegunt”

Demons rhyming, writhing, chiming, slapping,
Down, what I love most, sleeping through my fears,
What have I to boast? What have I! Let me know, my mind is rapping!
Not I, said you, between your dirty leers……

Piss

Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings

Rocker Roller

He was a rocker
He was a roller
An every night he showed her

He was a singer
He was a swinger
With his lyrics he would stringer

He was a teaser
He was a pleaser
And women he could appeaser

A legend on the stage
Holes in his jeans
Call him a star
Living his dream

He was a rocking
He was a rolling
A rocking rolling man………………………Shazbot  Nanu Nanu

~Othen
Dedicated to the late and legendary Ronald Belford "Bon" Scott.
Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings

Drip

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip, drip,

drip, drip,

drip,

drrrri      ip.

It’s all gone…….

~Othen Cummings

Fall

F

A

L

L

Ing

Drums b  e  a  t  i  n  g

beat Beat Beating

In my chest

My chest

My chest

I am falling

D

O

W

N

Falling down

Down

Down

Down

Down

I’m down.......

~Othen

Lonely Traveler

He was a lonely traveler

His thumb stuck out in the cold,

He was a lonely traveler

Down the old road he strolled,

He was a lonely traveler

Trying to make his way home,

He was a lonely traveler

Then he found a little Gnome,

He was a lonely traveler

Under the stone man sat a toad,

He was a lonely traveler

Until with him the polliwog rode.

Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings