Best Angelina Poems
The lure of Angelina Jolie
Turns single Brad into an instant daddy
Raising brood in and out of jet flights
Their kids can’t figure mornings from nights
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PD’s Battle of the Clerihew #2
By nette onclaud
Angel of my life, only woman I adore
Never will there be anyone that I could ever love more
Goddess of the earth, your beauty is timeless
Eternal flame of my heart, true love for you I profess
Lady so magnificent, please spare me some time
I promise to love you with a love that's sublime
Nefertiti is nothing compared to thee
Aphrodite is what you really are to me
True love from my heart I offer to you
Radiant beauty that makes my heart feel brand new
Immaculate angel, woman that I desire
No one else can put my soul on fire
In love with you I will forever stay
Darling even if you are millions of miles away
Angel I know you already answered another man's call
Death would be sweeter now because I can't have you at all
Neglecting the sun-rays
She comes here each day
Approaches to see the rabbit hole,
Ignoring the fear of animals
As her swain once committed her,
He will come here to meet her again.
Flowers emaciated, Trees withered,
Following the cursed- strong storm;
Cascades are no more watering,
Still drought can’t lock her in,
Birds don’t fly now in this sky;
But rainbows reminds her of him
Counting the seven colors,
She knits her trance that
The prince will emerge yet again.
That day he came on unicorn,
While sleeping soundly on her mom’s lap,
A bouquet of flower, box of love candies,
He said, he loves and would love her forever;
Angelina, now knitting a sweater thinks...
What would match him more?
A maroon? No...Blue, nope it should be crimson
Hence their love is forever, yet a lot to endeavor,
Entering to the wood, she asks the woodcutter,
‘Have you seen my prince today?’
Negatively answers regularly the woodcutter,
But Angelina counts her days till the date.
The pitcher of her waist, she keeps with her
She thinks he (Prince) must be thirsting,
When the unicorn flies, thirstily the price almost dies,
But seldom has he got a moment to stop,
The well became dry; the time keeps on flying,
The prince never comes here to stop.
At last the pigeon comes, delivering the letter
The prince once died by the encounter.
I.
Angelina was the first girl hugged
By the shiest boy in the grade above her.
Happenstance.
He didn't even love her
Because at the time
Love was on his mind
And it consumed him
How absent love was
In the teenage realm.
Yet he still imbued that hug with care.
Loneliness schooled him well,
Each night his spirit entered the gutter
In torrents, along with the rest of the city's mire.
Somewhere far from his drying levy,
The 'Rora Borealis played tag in a girl's backyard,
A promise
That they would one day meet and be orange-sweet.
One day.
II.
If our lives had been different
And less tragic
Maybe she and I would be together
And love each other unconditionally
And look back on our first teenage hug
And laugh,
Admitting that we both had feelings
Human feelings
And how childish getting giddy about a hug was.
Or not,
Because our hugs would still be supercharged
With the sensations absent from our old high schools
Where no one was truly your friend.
And now we are young adults
Cursing sordid paths riddled with black ice,
Guffawing at a few good jokes now and then,
Ignorant that future adulthood began
Long before my family's flame died,
And Angelina was born paralyzed.
In between the hill and mountain
Flows down so lovely a river
Gurgling giggling rippling fountain
Apples greet you go wherever
Flows down so lovely a river
She is little Angelina
Apples greet you go wherever
The mountains are Mark and Jena
She is little Angelina
Studies in the picturesque school
The mountains are Mark and Jena
Mark a plumber Jena weaves wool
Studies in the picturesque school
Her friends are Tom Eve and Nina
Mark a plumber Jena weaves wool
Near a lake in Argentina
Her friends are Tom Eve and Nina
Their common friends are sun and rain
Near a lake in Argentina
With larks and lilies make quatrain
Their common friends are sun and rain
Gurgling giggling rippling fountain
With larks and lilies make quatrain
In between the hill and mountain
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29/9/2016
Farewell Angelina you were the love of my life
My precious angel, I’d hoped you’d be my wife
All I really wanna do is to spend my life with you
But we ain't talkin now and it hurts me too.
My precious angel, I’d hoped you’d be my wife
Like a hurricane you’ve devastated my life
But we ain't talking now and it hurts me too.
So it’s pretty clear it’s all over now baby blue
Like a hurricane you’ve devastated my life
Tell me Angelina why you won’t be my wife
So it’s pretty clear it’s all over now baby blue
But we ain't talkin and it hurts me too
Tell me Angelina why you won’t be my wife
All I really want to do was to share your life
So it’s pretty clear it’s all over now baby blue
There was never anyone else I was all over you.
All I really wanna do was to share your life
These last seven days have been nothing but strife
There was never anyone else I was all over you.
"I ain't gonna grieve but I'll miss you that’s true"
These last seven days have been nothing but strife
All I really wanna do is to spend my life with you
I ain't gonna grieve but I'll miss you that’s true"
Farewell Angelina you were the love of my life
Bob Dylan songs
1/ Farewell Angelina
2/ My precious angel
3/ All I really wanna do
4/ Ain't talkin
5/ Hurricane
6/Angelina
7/ It's all over now baby blue
8/ Tell me
9/ I was all over you
10/ Seven days
11/ I ain't gonna grieve
Written on 12 April 2018
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
O ,wherefore thou ,is thy Sestina Angelina?
she is not here ., thy love thy dove
thou angel eyes hover...oft high above
Tis thyself, a gentleman who doth wait
whilst me dreams and longs to view her gracious gait
I shall dwell ,tarry here in the dark
I must appeal to the day ; canst read her sonnets by dark
But , Joy ! Can hear the bells of her Villanelles.. me Angelina
Me beauty uses classical , graceful words that match her giddy gait
Me elegant ,enchanting dove
I shall remain, I shall wait
For thou, Sestina thy Angelina sent from above
I pace the earth with a weary gait
Me mind wanders ; travels to heights above
longing for me heart, me dove
whilst me dwells,tarries, here in the dark
imagining thyself with Angelina
Thy Sestina , as I , here , wait
I cry, here, in the dark
float in thy head above
O where, O where, is thy turtle-dove?
Is she, too ,in the dark ,
Me angel face, Angelina ?
Shall I further wait?
I growest more weary to wait
anticipation marks thy gait
Still, no sign from me Sestina,Angelina!
I will pray to God above,
on my knees, here, in the dark
whilst I await the return of thy dove.
Alas! Hark, do I hear me dainte dove?
Shall I run to greet her,or patiently , here, wait ?
Shall I continue in this dark ?
Where is she? Didst me not hear the crick of the gait?
Special Notice: Angelina not recorded here nor above!
O , me , O me , O why, me Sestina Angelina ?!!
O ,wherefore thou is thy Sestina Angelina; she is not here .,thy love thy dove
thou angel eyes hover...oft high above; Tis thyself, a gentleman who doth wait
whilst me dreams and longs to view her gracious gait; I shall dweel here in the
dark .
Copyright McCuen 2008
fruity lemon fragrance wafts in this afternoon
tantalizing me are additional smells of homemade bread
Chef Luigi’s homemade Italian spaghetti sauce.
Real Italian, not the fake stuff.
my mouth waters; I wonder how soon until lunch.
Casa Angelina is more than a home away from home.
more than a mere vacation spot; she houses my family.
people who run her, know my name. They like me.
and I love them!
I stare past the lemon trees into the horizon.
my eyes are dazzled by the sparkly diamonds dancing on the bay.
it is a glorious day to be enjoying the Amalfi coastline.
I am a lucky woman. I know this as I begin to write.
I used to be a poet…
A god among man became I
Until one day I met a maiden fair.
She was as lovely as a dream of heaven;
Hell on earth to punish my profanity.
More than a gift sent from heaven
Was she, but heaven;
Thought I:
For my sanity ceased to be
At her site.
Her smile told a story;
A story scary but worth listening to.
Each time and again I felt her teeth
Peeling away my flesh,
One bite at a time.
I flirted with the devil ignorant to
The repacussions of my little stunts.
In no time I was held by the neck—
Jaws of death;
The certificate ‘my Angelina’ signed.
I was never taught and I never knew
What it was, the golden rule:
Do so to others as you
Want them to do likewise to you;
Until I took a sip from her bottle in awe.
The hearts I broke prior,
As if by ether, transmitted
Their pain to mine.
All around me was pain written
In blood a symbol of vengeance.
The pain of a heartbreak jerked me awake.
I paid reverence to my guardian Angel,
Who my fears made known in a dream!
And ever since then, before I break a heart,
I imagine the pain!
In 1965, I was enlisted,
To serve in the battle at Vietnam
For ten senseless years, I fought
Until the fall of Saigon
A medic, my trade,
In battle- I'd nurse
All the wounded soldiers...
The war would disperse
One day in the field,
While helping the wounded
I found a Vietnamese woman,
Bloodied, crying...and severely injured
A sever on her forehead
'Bout three inches wide
And a bullet hole puncture
That had torn through her side
She was left for dead,
by those with no vain
No more could I watch
that poor woman in pain
Draped over my back,
I trekked half a mile
Talking other languages
we spoke all the while
Until I got her to a hospital
across the enemy lines
Narrowly missing...
Those enemy mines
Ten days she spent
in the hospitals there
Until they were able to transport her
To a room, of my care
For six long months more
I'd stay with the troops
Bunkered down like chickens
cuddled in coops
But every day, I checked...
On that Vietnamese woman
To see if she was still alive
And to see how she was doing
As days passed by,
We became close in heart
So close, that nothing...
Could separate us apart
That wounded Vietnamese woman
Became part of my life
My sweet Angelina,
Is now my dear wife
I'll show you everything I love,
Everything that has built me up.
I'll show you all my safeties
And all the things that have held me.
I know you will keep them
With the most delicate respect.
And anything that is hidden
I will dredge up from the trench
Because we cannot understand each other
Until we've seen each other's wounds.
I want you to know where I come from.
I want you to know the molds that have formed me.
I'll shoot myself with Cupid's d#mn bow.
I know you'll care for the aftermath.
You shot yourself with it first,
And we are each other's disinfectant.
Thank you.
I love you.
I cannot believe my luck.