Best Arnold Poems
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Was California's governator.
Should have stuck to acting
Political savvy was lacking.
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Muscle-bound terminator,
Cheated on his wife, Maria.
Waving good-bye, she said, "See-Ya".
1/28/12
**I can't seem to stop writing these things.
Entered in PD's "Any one you've posted this week" contest.
Categories:
arnold, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
Legacy of Arnold Palmer
What a great golfer he had been
At or below par hitting ball in
Always something about Arnold Palmer
You played more steady and were calmer
On day in heaven will see him again.
Jim Horn
Categories:
arnold, golf,
Form:
Limerick
Governor Arnold Shwarznager
Pumped the iron and starred in Terminator
Lived the high life and married a queen
Shame on you now sad and mean!
Categories:
arnold, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
My fingertips are black now
From the picture in the obituary
It brings me back
To the day before thanksgiving
And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end
My cowardice runs deep enough
To hit my bones
This town isn't big enough
To hold all of my ghosts
So lets spend tonight
Singing along to warped 45's
My sins would kill you
If you were still alive
I used to have these secrets
They ate me up inside
Now we're out in the open
A pale fires replaced my bright eyes
And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end
It all ends in tears anyway
Categories:
arnold, i miss you, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
How many pairs of eyes
have seen thee,
Oh, Arnold Park;
Oh, street of Siddhartha,
Calvin, and Luther,
Where squirrels leap and
snow mounts high
While cardinals-red sing their
"what-what" chorus?
A rush of wind-driven snow on
this wintry day
Asks the hidden sun to shine-down
its mercy on those of us,
who each day
Are blessed to see Arnold Park
As if for the first time.
Categories:
arnold, introspection, snow, snow,
Form:
Hollie was born with no right forearm,
In Lincolnshire on June 26th in 1994,
But now resides in Wales, Hengoed,
To train at Cardiff Metropolitan Uni.
The F46 javelin category suits her,
And she discovered herself one day,
At a Star Track Athletics sports course,
During one summer holidays, short.
She competed in Beijing and London,
And won many medals as a junior,
So in Christchurch at the IPC Worlds,
She took home a bronze to rub bare.
Then in 2012 at the Euros, Holland,
She moved up a notch to win silver,
And in Lyon at the IPC Worlds, 2013,
She threw 37.45m, a PB to win gold.
2015 Worlds, and she made 40.53m,
To retain the gold and top the board,
And at Rio 2016 she found success,
When she recorded 43.01m, a gold.
Categories:
arnold, body, desire, dream, health,
Form:
Blank verse
When bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves*
open their eyes, she slips from my embrace,
frowns, looking at her watch, puts the long lace
black gartered stockings on and, scented, leaves
my dreams… I wonder why she never wears
a dress. It may take neighbors unawares.
* “The Scholar Gypsy” by Matthew Arnold
10.11.2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
arnold, dream, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
You bought me as your loving pet; well trained and tamed,
From a cattle-fair; I was two; handsome; zestful;
You did not like cats and dogs as they turned nuisance -
I heard you saying to my owner when questioned...
You, further, wished your pet to work for you with love,
Carry you safe, far and wide, as a chauffeur does,
Guard your house, like a watchman, with whistle-like cries,
Entertain your wife, children and friends when needed...
For a few weeks you had fed me so benignly,
With silage, roughage, grains, oil seeds and rich fodders,
To find a friend in you first, I felt so happy;
Why this love of yours, like waning moon, diminished...?
To your single bullock-cart you tied me neck-tight,
Walked me to the carpenter who had made yolks,
I never imagined that this wooden sculptor
And the cart would become my constant task-masters...!
Running recklessly carrying you to joy rides,
Working tirelessly in your forest-like grain-fields,
Your ration to me got shrunk to bran and water,
As though to keep my breath within my skeleton...!
Castration quashed my creative reproduction,
Nails of my iron shoes pieced my flesh and bone,
Nose-rope shut down my sense of smell absolutely,
Lashes of your whip tore open my skin and veins...
I had collapsed, often, drained-off my energy!
You thrashed me; never thought of feeding or quenching,
Your pet turned skin and bone; reaching the brink of grave.
Will you find a butcher now, to cash on my death...?
I'll obey; because I still have some love for you;
I shall sacrifice myself; yet, with a warning;
Younger breeds are mot so kind; they might hit you back;
You might kick-the-bucket; if you so ill-treat them...!
26 June 2022
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
arnold, animal, pets,
Form:
Personification
Shrewd&sensitive poet Mathew Arnold
advocated thinking verse we are told
He also wroteof sweetness&light
many think of him with delight
Categories:
arnold, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew
fancied structured writing
inspiration well led
words prepare the flighting
of thoughts that are well bred
my long daydreams of us are not to misconstrue
typing extracts the thought
fingers leading hope's page
using all I've been taught
builds words with endless age
only to lead me to a place where I'm with you
growing weary of form
getting close to the theme
visions abstract the norm
in my well-loving dream
expanding all I feel and all I know a new
the package almost done
gripping idea's texture
imagination's fun
I near the last juncture
know its this place I need to keep from loosing you
Categories:
arnold, on work and working,
Form:
They are too foggy,
Dreams, visions, etc.;
I don’t know, I don’t remember,
but o’ wait!
Yes, a distinct memory.
I started remembering words
hoarse, dry words mixed
with the lemonade air.
a conversation?
The smell of heated leather
chains me to the patio
where the goddess sits.
I have lost faith in her,
no longer a goddess
but my birthmother.
The second person in this conversation.
'Bitter sweet or sweetly bitter',
asking the nicotine-filled air.
A head emerges through the smoke,
mingling with the lesser being.
She exhales pure ash
and stares, ocean to mildew eyes.
‘Bitter sweet.’
Why, I ached to ask her
but it refused to come out,
my lips a graveyard.
Fruit trees,
beautiful ones.
Aristaeus but never Eileithyia,
my mother.
Leaves and Vines blend with the
anger that my mother had,
not anymore
malt as its replacement.
I wanted to try her cigarette,
the one kissed tenderly by her two lips now.
My fingers turn
black.
Black as black can be,
emission at the seams of my nails
up to the pretty blonde strands of my mother’s hair.
I wonder, lips formed
to ask, maybe.
‘Mascara,’ she answers,
knowing the question
before it escaped my tongue
and ventured into her ears.
Because we are entwined, now,
black and volcanic
two minds, one body
no
two bodies, one mind.
I wince,
the band-aids refuse to help;
including the Arnold ones
I used to put on myself.
Bittersweet.
My cuts grow bigger
until it resembled the cracks of the earth;
and ate my blue bike
and the ghost house I used to live in,
her being the one to haunt them.
‘You blame,’
who says.
‘You lie,’
says the other.
Not a conversation anymore,
but furious eruptions,
ruinous pertinence.
It was calamitous and vulgar,
glorious culmination,
as it destroyed everything;
leaving nothing but cinder,
carried by the wind
up into the lemonade sky.
Categories:
arnold, dream, family, hate, mom,
Form:
Free verse
There is a video the Terminator - Schwarzenegger - made
Republican Racism met its match in Trump's America
U must grab hope by its peaceful TAIL; this video will give heart!
My own despair: Canada cops kill First Nations women almost daily now!
Please share this video by Arnold. He writes a two minute speech for Hitler2
Categories:
arnold, america, celebrity, education, humanity,
Form:
Acrostic
The Arnold Red Honeysuckle
Written: By Miracle Man
9/19/2018
The spring of my life was like the scent of honeysuckle,
Each morning, zephyrs brought to my nostrils, its aroma.
But now, it’s dormant and my knees begin to buckle,
And I contemplate the bestowing of my life’s diploma.
Honeysuckle, to me, was a temporary sigh of pleasure,
While God saw a heart that was hardened as stone.
He began blessing my life beyond my ability to measure,
After bringing things to bear that caused me to atone;
Categories:
arnold, god, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
when wills clash, let God take control
~ and love finds you
Categories:
arnold, love, spiritual,
Form:
Monoku
We Love the Nanny
Promise me. Not a word to anyone.
I think I'm in love with the nanny.
She's young and vibrant and dark.
I'm blooming in her midnight garden.
My wires spark. My heart's ignited.
Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.
Categories:
arnold, paradise,
Form:
Free verse