Best Alan Poems
Hi! I'm Alan
the astrologer
I used to be
a mythologer
Here's the forecast
for tonight
I'm sure you'll see
I've got it right
The stars are green
The moon is pink
The North Star is
on the blink
Venus is
out to dinner
On her diet
Mars looks thinner
Jupiter's
a god of Rome
Saturn's rings
are made of foam
The Milky Way's
a candy bar
The sun's too big
to be a star
Pluto is
a goofy mutt
Uranus has
a charming butt
These true facts
I tell my clients
All MY predictions ~
based on science
Alan Mathison Turing
This ‘enigmatic’ man was so alluring
Chemically castrated for being gay
His alternative was a lifelong prison stay
09~30~16
Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.
I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.
If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.
I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.
I don’t seem to have green fingers at all.
All the heads of the flowers, just jump off, when I’m playing football.
Everything I touch, and try to grow, seems to shrivel up and die.
It doesn’t seem to matter, just how hard I try.
Today I have just planted the Christmas tree in a tub,
I hope it doesn’t get some awful bug .
I want it to grow, but everyone keeps telling me it will die.
If it does I will cry.
Next Christmas I want this tree outside with fairy lights on it.
But if it dies my husband will bin it.
Yesterday I planted 100 bulbs all in tubs
,
But they will probably go to Australia or get eaten by grubs.
Last week I watch the secret garden on TV,
That is how I really want mine to be.
So please can you come and give me a hand,
And create me a beautiful garden, with this matchbox size piece of land.
He portrays some deep dark evil characters
But I only have to hear his voice and I simply melt
It's rich deep and dark like melted chocolate
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohhhhhh I find it sosooooooooooo sexy
He’s so tall and has greying hair
Drooooooooooooooooooool
With those dark brown eyes
Ohhhhhhhh I’m in heavennnnnnnnnnnn
I think I need to lie down in a dark room!
BYE
11th February 2015
just click on this link to hear his velvety voice...
http://hellogiggles.com/alan-rickman-reading-and-other-velvet-voiced-celebrity-narrators
A TRIBUTE TO ALAN DALE :
Prince Of Baritones
(1925 – 2002)
Long, long, ago, as the story goes,
A cherry tree had grown next to an
apple tree!
And underneath them a boy had met
his bride to be!
As he looked into her blue eyes, the
breeze began to blow,
And blossoms fell on their heads gently
so!
And as he held her tight, the branches of
both the trees got intertwined!
And ever since then it has been said,
On a full moon night, when young lovers
meet,
Under that Cherry and Apple Blossom tree,
One can hear Alan Dale the crooner’s voice,
singing, “ Cherry pink and apple blossom
white..”, -
Echoing through the moonlight night!
-Raj Nandy
NOTES:-
*Alan Dale, the Prince of Baritone of the
1950s, became popular for two of his all time
hits of 1955; ‘Sweet and Gentle’ and
‘Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White’!
The last three lines of his famous song, has
been modified by me as way of a compliment!
Born in Brooklyn, NY, his parents had migrated
from Italy. He had featured in TV reality shows &
movies with Bill Hailey and his Comets! After a Mafia
attack in 1958, his career went gradually on a back
slide! But his evergreen song survies!
** ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED BY RAJ NANDY**
One day to a big ranch rode Alan
a wearin’ his hat, a ten-gallon.
With his horse and his rope
he had plenty of hope
he’d excel in the job of corralin’.
May 5, 2022
Trying this in A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Unfortunately RhymeZone will not take unusual ways of rhyming the -ing form the way Americans often pronounce it.
They never understood him,
But in him burned a spark.
Peculiar, a genius
A man who'd leave his mark.
And leave his mark he did,
His mind an unknown road.
What he saw they couldn't,
He broke the nazi code.
No plaudits though for him,
Invisible was he.
His role, it was top secret
But led to victory.
His private life would end him,
It would hound him to his grave.
His only crime was being gay,
Which society thought depraved.
How ungrateful and forgetful
Society can be.
Suicide his only balm,
A hero though to me.
Entry for HERO - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
21/11/2017. Placed 3rd.
He proved, with a skill irrefutable,
Some functions to be uncomputable.
His run sadly halted
When magistrates faulted
His code-breaking love as unsuitable.
---
(Alan Turing was a brilliant pioneer in the development of computer science. Among other achievements, he is remembered for proving that it is not possible to compute a general solution to the problem of whether or not a given program will ever halt, and for his so-called "Turing test" approach to the question of what artificial intelligence would mean, and for the pivotal role he played in breaking Nazi codes in WWII. His tragic early death is thought to have been a suicide, perhaps motivated at least in part by the horrifying legal prosecution he endured for his homosexuality.)
Before I begin - please note in Britain ''JSA'' means ''Jobseekers Allwance'' - £147-00 per fortnight. Out of that comes mortgage, electricity, water and service charge - easy it aint ! - ''A few bob'' would be ''a few dollars'' in the U.S. ''Flat'' would be ''apartment''
The Plight of Alan Yardley
Do you know Alan Yardley ?
Not his real name - not even hardley
Alan smiles and tells a joke
Yet when he gets home he has to choke
He's on JSA - can't pay his bills
Another victim of today's ills
He wonders how things got so bad
Remembering when he was a lad
For then he had money to spend
Today he cannot comprehend.....
.....why he cannot get a job
He only wants to earn a few bob
To pay the mortgage on his flat
Plus other bills on the mat
I'm sure you know him, I'm sure you do
For Alan is really me......and you....
He lied
He’d died!
Alan Abel faked his death and an obituary was published in the New York Times on 2nd January 1980, On January 3, 1980, he held a press conference and said "reports of my demise have been grossly exaggerated".
DU-O your two line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
11/15/20
on the outskirts of town
between the county jail
and the cemetery
lies my home
Edgar Alan Poe
could live next door
but I don't know
I never see my neighbors
what I can't ignore
is the parade of pedestrians
on their walk of shame
from their "great stone mamma"
two miles
up the highway
my house is the first one
they come to
sometimes I lend my phone
and I don't mind giving
a glass of water
or even a ride
to the vulnerable
but most of the time
they pass me by
I try not to
catch their eyes
yet I do sometimes
and I see
me
that night I
slept on concrete
with a scratchy blanket
she could have
taken me home
but she told the sheriff
to take away the handcuffed
accused
he had locked up
in his back seat
she laughs now
well... yeah
I do too
what the hell
before that
for fifteen years
I was at that jail
playing my guitar
singing "Victory in Jesus"
preaching redemption
to a captive audience (ha-ha)
now lost souls
trickle by
and I see
the one walking
head down
or the bold tramper
with the angry face
any of them could
be me
or should I be
up the road
the other way
nothing but my name
chiseled in stone
with fellow lost souls
I know
no
I'm here
on the outskirts
somewhere between
the jail and the cemetery
next door to Edgar
but I wouldn't know
Mr. Poe
my neighbors never
see me
Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?
As if in Oz
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham
For I request
A feature fair
To pin a poem
In the air..
High up above
As if balloon..
(your coding skills
to make us swoon)
My favourite write
The 'child' of mine
Top of the class
My favourite rhyme
Please let me click
A box right >> here <<
To pick my fave. Thanks.
Yours Sincere..
Alan is the boy,
who lives in my dreams,
a handsome young lad,
yet has a lot of sins.
Alan was the boy,
who always lie,
about his identity
his thoughts
and his life.
He always hide
yet always peeking.
Always nice,
but never happy.
But one day he revealed everything
a lie before
was now considered truth.
A truth that is inconvenient,
but makes his heart boost.
His confessions were full of noise,
and were also full of lust,
Alan was the boy,
who made love with boys.
Yes, he is the boy who lives in my dreams,
Alan is a part of me...
a part that makes my identity.
yet he is still concealed,
waiting to be revealed.
#gay#
#bisexual#
I understand, if not for you, I would not know the sad news,
I know you are a brilliant person, working at a young age,
In sales in Flea Markets, and such,
I just want to let you know,
Your brother was proud of you,
And of that you should never doubt...
Please keep in touch with me,
[email protected]...
You now carry the Trotiner mantel,
A legacy I know you are worthy of...
and Thank You, Tom Bell
I
There was a time, when we sought comprehension
These days, power and media aim for control, commercialization
II
Alan Watts, once a native Anglican, became American Episcopalian
Left the ministry to teach Eastern philosophy, holistic education
III
Alan has left planet Earth (1970s), is beyond thought police, "mistake" -
Said, "One ought to get angry with someone like Hitler. But he's as natural as an earthquake."