Best Angela Poems
The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
that baffle me. I-I just could not find the right word,
"you had that certain glow about you". Not the way you walk
nor the way you move, "but I believe in miracle's", yes
I do - yes I do. So finally I step to you and ask, would you,
could you smile ? just for the camara in my mind so that the
image of an Angel would be on my mind just in case the world
ended (today) much to soon, much before time. The first time
I saw you naked Angela, my mouth got lost for words-but the one
that slip through my lip's were (mmmunn) "what a gorcious women,
breast like lucious melons", and a voice (sweet) like that of the ocean
and wave's of heat and my idea of nerviousness brings trembeling to
my feet's.
"I do believe in miracle's", "I do not believe in love". Miracle's that it
take to sustain a relationship that the odd's of longivity are against us.
And we do become desponded, most of our day is spent fussing and cussing.
Never to see true love at its best. The first time our lip's did touch, I remem-
ber this Angel who I call Angela, she had my name tattoe across her chest.
Love, became the missing attraction, and you comfort me in my desire to ex
press myself, for I thought I was so macho, never in a thousand years, "will I
meet such a someone (?) that's such a women". A women (aaaah) such a
women, "from her head to her shoe".
Now Angela just in case the world ends tomorrow. Don't denie that there's an
"attraction". O'Angela.....kiss me quickly, "In the heat of Passion".
Angela the archer was a romantic, who shot cupid arrows.
Her family thought she was out hunting quail or duck.
She was matching up love matches in the land of Farrows.
The couples would stay together if she had the most luck.
Angela was given opportunity by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.
She would say, don’t match this young lady up with any old dope.
This sage entity watched the activity from her throne room above.
Angela always let the arrows fly, along with buckets of hope.
Youe are so funny
always making me laugh out loud
Makes the day sunny
You stand out in a croud
Even though your only five three
always crazy and insain
You are care free
An never show your pain
My best friend since birth
My kids buddy and aunt
Best little person on earth
You think we ingnore you but we can't
We've all arrived at the point of our
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the heavenly prize
And our departure our homegoing
will surely come one day
Just make sure you fought the good fight
as you journeyed on your way
Yes life is a struggle, a tug of war
a push and a pull
But never forget to move forward
to progress like a tenacious bull
For power concedes nothing
we must fight for everything
There will be tears, there may be fears
Just don't stop til the final bell rings
My 1st Lady Dr. Angela Farr- Griffin
was a fighter most supreme
A progressive praying warrior
who lived out her dream
A valedictorian in high school
who earned her Masters and Ph.d
A promoter of health and wellness
a Doctor of Physical Therapy
A mother of 2, a grandmother to 2
and wedded for 40 years
She fought cancer to the bitter end
and never showed any fear
A life worth fighting for
that's how we all should live
To put on the full armor of God
and the Holy Spirit to us He did give
A soldier in the army of the Lord
she battled and fought every day
Her homegoing has come to pass
and towards Heaven she's made her way
She witnessed, worked and worshiped
to increase the kingdom of God
She always put her faith first
and from Him she would never depart
Passionate about many causes
Which led her to start many ministries
She believed if you stayed idle
you can't claim the victory
But most of all she was a worshipper
she continuously praised the Lord Christ
She danced, she sang she exalted Jesus
everyday of her life
But the devil is a liar
who only wants to destroy
But Angela was a jubilant warrior
consistently filled with joy
She fought the good fight
she had a life worth fighting for
And now she with her Savior
Our Lord Christ forevermore
Limerick crochetés: Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Needed urgent help her kitchen all pell-mell
In far-off torn country
People turned refugee
By turnip-head Mephistopheles in Hell
Angela’s wise friend Faust told her to toll bell
To tell the world how much her heart bled with knell
She’ll take in all who flee
Bitten by bee or flea
Life-jackets galore Mephisto jumped to sell
In Mid-Land-Sea punctured floats jackets did spell
Drowned refugee yells worse than arrows Will’ Tell
Angie slurped sea-green tea
With Jeckel invitee
While survivors charged through blockades raising Hell
If Angela dug an underground Chunnel
From her kitchen to Mephisto-lands un-well
Käse-Kuchen* Mummy
Made by hands refugee
To boost her economy – Angela! Hail!
*Käse-Kuchen: German for cheese cake
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Angela Merkel
I have seen Angela Merkel naked it was on a nude beach
in East Germany and she was a young communist
member of the party, the only way one had to go if not
being stuck in a factory job. Angela back then had
a rounded body not quite Ruben but a body that had in
had the frame of a middle-class Germanic sexuality.
She had by then staked her political future and she had
no time for suitors which belonged to no party?
And she did right when East Germany went into freefall
she was there taking note and agreeing with the west.
But Merkel is history less, she has disregarded her past
yet her socialism instinct must give her sleepless nights
Greece cannot be bought by German Marks and they are
not disciplinarian by nature that can be cured by
a bracing North Sea beach.
Angels gave you wings so you can fly
Never will they allow you to fall
God gave you to me to always love
Everyday with you is a gift from above
Loving you is always a pleasure
Always will your angels guide you as you fly
Corporal Angela (Ange) Birgit Kay
28July 1985 29 April 2015
I Met this girl in 2011
But alas she has gone to heaven
She was a great girl
And a Yorkshire lass
Far too young
For her too pass
When we were down
Ange was there
Now for your family
We send this prayer
A daughter a Sister
A fiancé and friend
But we all know
Its not the End
You have now gone
To see others past
In our minds
You will always last
Football was but one passion
And so was Tug o War
A real talent representing the Corps
A true spirited girl who
Strived for the best
Now you can be laid to rest
Ange you will sure be missed
Up in heaven getting Pxxxed
Look after those that went before
And remember its not a chore
Rip our dear Ange
Even if we called you flange
It was a pleasure to have served with you
Even now Im feeling blue
You were the best a friend could ask for
Please save us a place at heavens door
Until that day we meet again comes
Fly with those angels in the sky
And let us worry about the Why
R.I.P Angela Kay gone too young
Angela, you are the fire in my soul
The spark that ignites my passion
The flame that burns in my heart
You are the light of my life
The sun that brightens my day
The star that guides my way
You are the music of my spirit
The melody that fills my ears
The harmony that soothes my fears
You are the dream of my mind
The vision that inspires me
The reality that delights me
Angela, you are the one I desire
The only one I adore
The one I want forevermore
The Love
Of my life
Your eyes lure me in
My heart beats to a passion beat
Lips wet with sunlight glistening on them
My love for you pulls me in
Deeply loving you
With arms caressing your soul
To folllow you whole
To preserve my soul
Love light from God
With kindness and true love binds us
Together in this world
To the end of time
My love will never yield
I only want you, my Love
My Love
I thought I had seen her face,
And looked again in the direction of the milk store,
There was our Angela ‘Andee’:
An empty shell of the previous girl
Who had bewitched our juvenile eyes
And spun our little heads in a twirl.
I had thought beauty to be everlasting,
That age blurred it a bit but still spared it;
That time stole its fraction but left the rest untouched;
Yet my eyes now proved me wrong.
There stood the legendary Angela,
Her skin ashen pale and fingers the size of a tong.
What had become of her rounded eyes
That lit our lessons from class one to eight?
Her bum and her butt,
Those days her treasure stores,
Had gone with age or disease or both,
Or perhaps to the rigors of manual chores.
Now I know that mundane beauties flee,
That the glitter of yesterday may run absent today.
I learnt that temporal glories,
Just like Angela’s fabled beauty,
May at once vanish with the wind.
I trust not a thing of the world,
All its illusory vanities I now must rescind.
This same phenomenon amply explains
Why tombs lie where good mortals stood.
And this reminds me of my colossal loss
Of treasured kins and long-time chums.
The present shows so that the future may take
At a faster rate, and in larger sums.
So our once-upon-a-time Angela shook my hand
And I cupped it in my unbelieving own,
My eyes surveying the mauling
Meted on her by the ravages of time.
Why had nature chosen to trick her?
I wondered aloud as I went home to write this rhyme;
To tell the story of one Angela Andee
Whose wear had doubly dazzled me.
A Marvel comic superhero character,
the biological daughter of Oden and Frigga,
originally named by them Aldrif.
As an infant survived the Queen of the Angels’ attack,
and was raised in Heven as Angela.
Working under the patronage of heaven,
she acted as the seeker of Hellspawn, the antihero,
with the prime mission to kill him
at the first opportunity in their first meeting,
but was defeated despite her super-strength.
Later she was killed in the battle with Malabolgia,
Spawn, who was in a romantic relationship with her,
returned her body to the angels,
who seemingly brought her back to life
to resume new adventures as a bounty hunter.
While charging toward earth from the astral plane,
she joined the team of the Guardians of Galaxy,
fought the band of pirates in the wrap space,
where she heard the telepathic voice of Loki to tell,
the Heven’s portal was open for her to return home.
She fought Thor, made him captive of Queen of Angels,
but when he escaped the queen found her at fault,
granted her life, and exiled her from Heven.
She traveled to Hel, launched a campaign of conquest,
and became the new Queen of Hel.
She then returned to earth in her new incarnation,
for she had no need of acquiring new power,
as she possessed super-durability to withstand attacks
that made her immortal with perennial youth,
and one of the potent Asgardian gods in Marvel universe.
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April 19. 2023
Contest : Spawn Characters
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Angela Maria, you were named so -
(no angel or Madonna in my mind) -
just simple flowing names I liked from long ago.
Your first name, Angela, so often was confused
(by even those who knew us), with my own name, Andrea.
I hoped that their similitude might bind us,
like my blood, which was a part of you.
Your second name, Maria, that “most beautiful sound”
I’d heard inside a pretty song one night.
“Say it loud and there’s music playing. . .
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying.”
Those lines stayed with me since my childhood.
Daughter, friend from heaven, from my womb
you came, and then you grew, . .
and now you have made room
for Christ to be your guide.
With joy and with pride I’ve watched you bloom
from a child of innocence into a wiser youth,
and now a woman taking on the role
of loving wife and mother,
and finally. . .
You really are an “Angel,’
a daughter of the Lord that speaks with truth.
For Constance's contest:
"Even a Name Can Be Poetry"
Whenever I shall look at the sea,
I shall remember you.
As you have given me the sea.
With all its depth and treasures.
I have been always near the sea.
And so you can’t be away from me.
I know we are soon to depart,
Going far away from each other.
But your Atlantic Ocean
Meets my Indian Ocean somewhere.
There is no boundary between the two,
They are together since the time immemorial.
An angel proacting as a contradiction to Spawn,
Hatches plans to murder the Spawn and bring in a new dawn;
The hatred turned into a romance, ironically,
Killed, many a hellspawn, so very sardonically...!
Did Angela able to know her earthly existence?
How she was born from five mortal souls molded assistance?
Was she not designed by the immaculate light of God?
Was she, by any illegitimate powers, got awed...?
God-particle created Angela, mixed with five souls,
Her visions and connections with them kept alive her goals;
Warned by her mentor, Katherine, she stood optimistic,
Divinity, with the angels, made her master mystic...!
Hunting hellspawn, murdering maddening spirits, she flew,
Like a valiant vulture, in strength and youthfulness, she grew;
Assuming her goal is hunting spawns, resuscitated,
Enters Elysium, losing geometrics fated...!
Hunts a Sandalphon Dragon; gets surrounded and arrested,
Turns rules and laws and states and situations; gets rested;
Confronts Argus, a spide-virus that feed of souls and blood,
Gets pulled tentatively toward the Earth, thus, gets a thud...!
Tackles Celestine; gets knocked out; to hell with all she goes,
To close or hose or froze, she so well, eternally knows;
These truly, indeed, make Angela special of special,
Do you know, yet, Angela has never been a devil...???
17 April 2023
Spawn Characters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
eloquent
in fading light,
her caring eyes