Best Andersen Poems
Sue dated an old bloke called Darren
He said surgery'd made him barren
But one errant sperm
Escaped from his ‘worm’
Now Sue’s had a baby named Sharon!
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
For his sins he surely will pay
Strong little swimmer went astray
There's tears in his eyes
No nights with the guys
And Susan turned out to be gay!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Darren went to the doc to get snipped
The doctor was drunk and he slipped
He was seeing double
And that spelled trouble
Poor Darren got his wiener clipped.
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY JAMES ANDERSEN
Darren wasn't really a talker;
He spent all his time in a rocker.
"But don't worry, Dear,"
He'd said without fear,
Knowing that his sperm used a walker.
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Darren told Jane the same story
She gave birth to a son named Rory
He thinks he's slick
he's really a prick
And deserves his own category!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Sue told Darren she was on the pill
But she managed to get pregnant still
It would have been better
If he "wrote" a french letter
Now they have a baby boy named Bill!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY
Young Rick peed on a stick.
The result made him feel sick.
His emotions went wild.
How could he be with child.
Impregnated by his own seed.
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY RICHARD LAMOUREUX
So Darren was over the hill
Said Susie'd no need for the pill
One old guy
One old lie
Easily told for the thrill!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
Jan that's not what I find
I disagree if you don't mind
Over sixty they droop
When I take a look
His number if you would be so kind?
WRITTEN BY JEAN MURRAY
Poor Darren developed a cough
Sue put him to bed in a trough
While discussing his manhood.
Sue said, this is no good
I'd feel safer if you had it off.
WRITTEN BY JONATHAN FRENCH
Categories:
andersen, baby, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Lili Marlene
In times of war, love can subdue cynical adversaries
(Men separated from their vocation, now filled with hatred)
And quell the beast inside their misdirected hearts,
And free their consciences, to allow sorrows’ comfort.
A noisy silence pervades the barracks’ atmosphere,
Where soldiers stir, stuffing duffel bags and miscellaneous,
While others reminisce, writing letters; maybe their last.
And await further orders for Western and Eastern Fronts, or Africa.
From Belgrade, a woman’s voice over the airwaves is transmitted,
Allowing a moment of silence and reflection for those listening
Alone; spiritually uplifted in memories of better times,
Who seek a reason to justify this madness of sacrifice.
“My Dearest Marlene,” the pen begins when all hell breaks out.
By bomb flashes bright bloody hands write, then the pen stops;
“Until we meet again underneath the corner light,
Like we used to do, my Lili Marlene.”
***
Note:
'Lili Marlene' is a German love poem set to music by Norbert Schultze (1911-2002) in 1938 based on the poem 'The Song of a Young Soldier On Watch. written by Hans Leip (1893-1963) in 1915 during World War I. The song was first recorded by Lala Andersen (1905-1972) in 1939 under the title 'The Girl Under the Lamps”' which became popular during World War II (1939-1945) among the Axis and Allied troops. The song was first broadcasted by the German Radio Belgrade station throughout Europe and North Africa, following the Nazi occupation of Belgrade in 1941.
Marlene Dietrich (1901–1992) was the daughter of a Prussian officer. She refused to work in Nazi Germany, and was branded a traitor by Nazi supporters when she became an American citizen in 1937. She made over 500 performances entertaining Allied troops from 1943 to 1946. Marlene Dietrich recorded the song in 1944 under the Decca Records (US) and Brunswick Records (UK), which was later released in 1945.
Categories:
andersen, history, memorial day, remembrance
Form:
Verse
THANK YOU
T-hank you for the joy and care you bring into my life
H-aving them and You will always make me feel alright
A-ll the gifts of talents and good times we share will always be cherished
N-ever ending gratefulness for your kindness and love, I warmly express
K-nowing you is the best thing in this world giving me so much happiness.
Y-esterday ‘s acquaintance was a bud of the most beautiful flower
O-ver the years, we lovingly nurtured it with love, time and care together,
U-ntil then, You and I in the Everlasting Garden of Friendship bloom forever.
Feb. 18, 2014 8.10pm
A Valentines Poem especially dedicated to my dearest sisters and friends PD/Linda(bff) and Skat
THANKS TO YOU
To the welcoming committee:
T-hank you for the warmth welcome and being always at my side
H-aving your support keeps me in pen and my poetry to thrive
A-ll your words of encouragement and great inspirations
N-ow they ‘re keys to greater achievement in my writing endeavor.
K-nowing you is the best thing in this world giving me so much happiness,
S-ongs of your heart through your poetry-I love them all and I’ll forever cherish.
T-oday is a Valentines Day and it’ll be one of my best chances
O-f my humble heart, million words of thanks may not even be enough to express.
Y-esterday, my knack of poetry was a pip when compared
O-ver the years, you sprinkle with your loving words to grow and make better
U-ntil you gave me an earnest try and hope to be a prolific poet and writer.
Feb. 20, 2014 12.10
Note:
I dedicate this Special Valentines Poem, a “ Thanks To You” those who warmly welcomed me at soup: my two loving poet sisters and BFFs, PD and Skat and my other dear poet friends, Anne Lise Andersen, Andrea Dietrich, Sara Kendricks and Carol Sunshine Brown. I also want to include my dear poet friend who always leaves his inspiring comments on my page, Russell Sivey & others. My loving poet friends, all your comments mean A LOT TO ME. I can’t thank u enough. More blessings to all!
2nd Place
Contest: A special something-dedication and tribute
Judged: 2/28/14
Sponsor: Poet Skat
Categories:
andersen, thank you,
Form:
Acrostic
I jump out my bed in morning haste
To give you a lovely birthday serenade
Wishing you happiness and all the best
May all your dreams come true
And all desires of your heart be met
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Happy, Happy Birthday
And God bless!
To our dear friend and poetess, Anne Lise/ Sunshine Smile on her birthday, today , July 23, 2016 Happy Birthday!
Good morning! I just woke up and sending this simple gift and birthday poem greetings to our lovely Sunshine Smile, Anne Lise Andersen.
My Loving Greetings and wishes also to all other July birthday celebrities including my beloved mom whose birthday was last, week.
written: July 24, 2016 9.20am (Sunday here)
Categories:
andersen, birthday, celebration,
Form:
Lyric
Sunshine Smile
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A July 23 A
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A day to remember, the day we await
Now your special day is here. Time to celebrate!
Nice, sweet and good friend of mine, I’m going to greet,
My best wishes, I lovingly send from my place.
Lots of love may fill your life, blessings with all the happiness
Wishing you good health and many more success.
Sunshine Smiles may shine every day, fill you with all God’s grace,
Caked poem for you, Happy Birthday dearest friend! Hugs and cheers!
7/23/2017
Happy, Happy Birthday to Our Very Dear Poet Friend, Anne Lise Andersen!(one of my favorite poets and very dear friends) Today is her birthday.
Big Birthday Hugs and Cheers! God bless!
Categories:
andersen, birthday, celebration, celebrity,
Form:
Concrete
“Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom,
and a little flower”.
– Hans Christian Andersen
A little flower in the garden
not very large, or tall, or bright.
For this, she seeks pardon.
God graces her with His light.
His sun shining in the skies
attracts the little flower’s head
and soon her face and eyes
behold the sunshine’s thread.
It fills her with a freedom
like she’s never known before.
She awakens simply to need Him
and He, she comes to adore.
Her little face fills with happiness
shining prettily pink and red.
He colors her with tenderness;
she stands proudly without dread.
Life is living and loving all things
without need to feel outside.
Accepting the gifts He brings
makes living a jubilant joyride.
Categories:
andersen, color, flower, freedom, god,
Form:
Rhyme
“Grief is just love with no place to go”
quote from: Jaime Andersen
Here
Among
The Ashes
A pewter urn
Holds sweet memories.
Softly a candle glows,
I can feel your gentle touch,
Through the darkness, your eyes smiling.
For a moment, you are beside me,
Yearning for one more day of your embraces.
~~~
“Grief”, I’ve heard, “Is love with no place to go”
It leaves a deep hollow in the heart;
Sacred now, are the memories
That soften the ache of loss.
Reeling, lost in images,
Quiet nights of dreams,
Until the dawn,
Casts her light
On life
Death
Date: Feb. 19, 2022
For: E Forms - Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance LaFrance
Grammar and spelling verified on P.S. Counter/Checker
Placed 2nd in contest
Categories:
andersen, bereavement, death,
Form:
Etheree
Faerie Tales
Fantastical
Starts once upon a time…
Princesses, dark villains
Grimm’s Brothers, and Hans Christian Andersen
Gingerbread house and a witch
Such magical creatures
The end closing
Faerie tales
Categories:
andersen, fairy, fantasy,
Form:
Rictameter
When the wild bull runs
Apple garden of Eden
Earth shakes free drop down
- A-L Andersen :)
- September 19 - 2014 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
andersen, autumn, september,
Form:
Haiku
“…you must give this voice to me.”
~ Hans Christian Andersen, “The Little Mermaid” (1836)
It’s never true immigration
You’re in the homeland you carry inside
This landscape isn’t so foreign
Over it you seem to gracefully glide
Everyone here is so awkward
They’ll never fathom the pain that you hide
Even as you long to tell them
That tongue you left behind sure can’t confide
How the witch of immigration
Left no false hopes with you and never lied
How the fine prince who you rescued
Though he may feel your love, and though you’ve tried
To let him know what he owes you
How he’ll praise what’s the least effort beside
With his eyes for his own people
Your telling eyes say with whom he’d abide
For there’s no true immigration
As the sea bore you, in tears you’d have died
If their salt water had let you
Drying in air they take you for a ride
For they can speak your own language
That of the kind heart you carry inside
~ Thanks Always Returns
Categories:
andersen, culture, home, immigration, international,
Form:
Verse
The colder the winter the warmer the spring,
Where from nature’s palette life’s colors are drawn—
Though mute I must be in my heart still I sing,
For the darker the night the brighter the dawn.
The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy,
As shadows and sunlight play alternately—
No doubt or despair can this longing destroy
For my wild swan brothers soon to be free.
When misunderstanding and envy abound,
When devilish obstacles threaten me,
I must tap an inner resource profound—
For the wise will rejoice and the foolish flee.
The fiercer the tempest the sweeter the calm
That will promise a splendid rainbow to bring—
Though muffled in silence may all hear my psalm—
The colder the winter the warmer the spring.
~ Harley White
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Song Lyric, from: One Two Three a Trilogy – Three – “The Wild Swans” – a rendering in musical theater by Harley White – based on the Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Andersen (1805—1875)
Excerpts from Trilogy – click on “Trilogy excerpts”…
[ harleywhite.awardspace.com ]
Categories:
andersen, allusion, change, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
The river flowing tumble of snow
jackets the buildings and the road
on the last twilight of 1998.
As the sky is slowly draped by darkness and coolness,
there I am on the coldest loneliest walk of my life.
All around, I can see some dancing colored lights.
The houses spells the happy shadows of families.
Some sharing a meal.
Some laughing out loud near their Christmas tree.
Some on the middle of a party.
Christmas carols flying free on mid-air like:
"...But heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul..."
With only a coat, long thick black hair kissed by snow
and some old worn socks to warm me,
I traverse the street--
finding, finding a place I can call home.
About six days ago... I was also with my parents,
so happy, though we only share some bread and cheese
plus porridge that Christmas day.
Me and my parents hugged every night
allowing me to stand the icy nights of December
under the roof of our wooden worn-out home.
My parents though they can't read nor write,
they diligently work day by day for our needs specially mine.
I wasn't given any gift nor we can't everyday eat some meat.
However, my days with them are filled with fun-loving memories.
Not until...
a monstrous fire eat voraciously
our home and three other houses nearby.
My father though old with arthritis
carried me fast as he can to a safe place
and so my mother but ---
father ran back to the house
to save some of our things but unfortunately...
The roof of our home fell.
The fire so ferocious swallowed everything including my father.
My mom and I dealt with this pit of tragedy as one
but later I saw my mother slowly, slowly crumbling down.
She more than me is slowly falling down faster.
Her lamp of hope blown out.
And not long, past six on the same day my mother died.
Hence as the surrounding gets cold
so is the the life of me gradually reaching the freezing point.
---------------------------------
***Inspired by the story: The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
and with some lines from the song: "My Grown Up Christmas List" by K. Clarkson
©O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name A Christmas Tale
Placed 2nd
08:33 pm, December 17, 2014
Categories:
andersen, loss, lost, lost love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The moment I saw you I knew
That the love of my life was you.
Through the pain and fire of earthly desire,
We have proven to be true.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Now that we have heaven’s consent.
May the sun and moon their blessings give,
While in happiness we live.
Let the birds of paradise sing
And the golden church bells ring.
May each turtledove and star above
Herald an eternal spring.
Like an ever-quenching pond,
We have formed a lasting bond
From life to life, as husband and wife—
So tender, so dear, so fond.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Through the times that are turbulent.
Together may we stand, still hand in hand,
With devotion never spent.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Till we know what the poets meant.
May the words ‘to cherish’ never perish
And love be benevolent.
~ Harley White
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Song Lyric, from: One Two Three a Trilogy – Three – “The Wild Swans” – a rendering in musical theater by Harley White – based on the Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Andersen (1805—1875)
The song lyrics can be seen at the “Trilogy excerpts” link on my website at… harleywhite.awardspace.com ~ (click on Wild Swans)…
Categories:
andersen, happiness, heart, love, marriage,
Form:
Lyric
A CHRISTMAS TALE
Out in the cold, chained to a tree,
The old dog watched as the sad little girl approached.
Meeting, loving, the poor things cuddled close,
Sharing their animal heat on that cold Christmas night.
A passing stranger and his wife halted in their journey home,
Taken by the sight of the ugly old dog leaning trustfully,
As the small barefoot girl slowly, carefully freed it from its chain.
"You're my Christmas baby now," they heard her whisper.
The man said, "Surely the dog must be abandoned," and
The wife said, "That child has been thrown away, too."
Both asked in unison, "What can we do?" In unison they replied,
"Let's take them home and adopt them both."
Entry for contest #25 inspired by "The Little Match Girl" by H.C. Andersen
Free verse
Categories:
andersen, christmas, dog, family, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Her name is Anne Lise Andersen from Norway
She was here to welcome me on my very first day
Memory's not the best
But to this I can attest
Monster hugs from Canada are on the way
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
andersen, love,
Form:
Limerick