Best Chandler Poems
As the dusk approaches, with a fusk grunt on his face,
He realizes he has to do what's right;
To save his people from the treacherous minotaur maze,
To risk his life for people in vain.
As the sail shall not be great, he decides to travel with fate.
But truly he thinks it will be wise.
As they set off with the black flags, he promises old deer king they will change
If he survives;
With a glimmering glow from the waters below he sets sail for the island.
Miles and Miles sea after sea the destination comes nearly to a stop
With gusting winds and blushing seas, they’ve made it, at last.
While being stripped of his weapons and armor,
He notices a watching, Deer old princess of the kingdom
While her eyes glimmer at him, he looks away with unsought
Enter the Maze says one of the guards,
They all embark into the cave.
The Princess had given Theseus a sword, as he will use wisely
Standing back in the darkness the children look around,
Nothing but pitch darkness around,
Instead of staying there they decide to explore
But beware of the night before.
With a sword in his hand and rope in the other
He notices a shadow in the darkness,
The children stay back while Theseus steps forward
Confronts the beast with another step forward
With heavy breathing and death on the side
It's time for the fight he thought with a sigh.
With a Shock to the head, Theseus falls back
Gets on his feet and Shocks him back, the minotaur has been wounded
With more hits after and after the minotaur falls with a cry
Tangled in pain Theseus tanks and cut the enemy
Waiting for it to fall
To cell to the floor.
As they embark the ship again,
He comes with the princess to an island,
While he leaves her there they continue off to join the journey
To off to the king with a surprise,
Unlikely they forgot to change the sails from black
To white, so the king decides to do something unright.
The king sees the black sail and knows the worst,
With a jump, he had did
To off the cliff, he had went
So many outs he had made, while Theseus came back
And heard the news
Of the fallen king
With a joust, he had did
With a celebration understood
The newly king has been awakened
But something wasn't right,
All that night he thought of his father
Sitting and pondering with gonder.
©ChandlerFisher_2017
Categories:
chandler, cheer up, fantasy, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Hot Air
The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint Ann the mother of Mary
Is remembered in so many ways
But not for a wind that blows from the desert
And makes your skin and eyes craze.
In Nineteen O’ One a reporter
In error rushed his dispatch in
He wrote Santa Ana the rotter,
It is he that committed the sin.
The name is Vientos de Sataná
The wind of the devil that’s hot,
A weather man called it Santana
But that is a name it is not.
So we are left here in confusion,
Raymond Chandler back in ’thirty eight
In “Red Wind” to Santa Anas made allusion
As conditions the local folk hate.
The wind blowing in from the passes,
Curls your hair, makes nerves up tight,
Drying the air and scorching the grasses
And everyone’s edgy all night.
Categories:
chandler, education, environment, history, humorous,
Form:
Ballade
I wish I was a tough guy
The kind you meet in books
Made of rock hard muscle
With rugged hard man looks
A Raymond Chandler hero
Exuding macho charm
A super spy or villain
With a beauty on each arm
I’d love to be the kind of guy
That others see and fear
The bane of every coppers life
I'd look at them and sneer
I might fall for a sucker punch
Get beaten up or more, but
I’d meet them face to face
And then, I’d even up the score
Wish I could be like Marlowe
And ooze testosterone
Women falling at my feet
For my heart as cold as stone
I would stand up to the bad guys
When I’d won, I’d get the dame
They would say “who was that tough guy”
I’d say “Rupert, that’s my name”
Categories:
chandler, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are.
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.
God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.
Categories:
chandler, celebration, death, death of
Form:
Ode
I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas ,
Just like the ones , I'll never know
With no children screechin
Or pastor preachin
Of where all sinners surely go .....
I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas
With every cheque , Im tryin' to write .
But , then Lehman Sisters took flight ,
Hopeing Citigroup , can get it right .
( 2 )
Now I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas .
I pulled a "cracker " , late last night .
She was sent from heaven
Aged twenty seven .
With "stats", for which Miss World , would fight .
Yes , I'm scheming for a quiet Christmas .
Told Santa Claus , I'll be off-line .
Hope my yuletide passion is fine ,
And I'll make it thro' to zero-nine ...
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With apologies to Irving & Bing ( That's Crosby !!! NOT Chandler )...
To be entered in John's Christmas song " what-not "....
Categories:
chandler, parodychristmas, christmas,
Form:
Ballad
To the Mothers and the Fathers
(for David, Patti and Chandler)
By Franklin Price
To the mothers and the fathers
For the children you have raised
Who went to the Marine Corps
One and all of you be praised
Parents left at home
Were to remain be left behind
Thoughts for the child who left them
To grow in body and in mind
Was a difficult decision
Parents and child had to cope
Would not be physically together
To climb the wall and slide the rope
Mentally and physically
The child had to be in shape
For the stress and strain of drilling
And to stand up to the tape
When the Crucible was over
And the last test had been passed
The Eagle, Globe and Anchor
Would be your child's at last
A child no longer standing
For a grown up now is seen
One who has earned the title
Of United States Marine
Categories:
chandler, anxiety, child, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
Directions in hand and with a great master plan..
Locations to see were found on internet, duly did I scan..
Most all said.. Including you.. Go! God Bless and Amen..
Curious me, I traveled far.. to reveal a mystery..
Wished to leave a mark in time.. make history..
I lived it all.. pains, prestige~ a modicum of glory..
Though many souvenirs.. Gems.. I do still keep..
On journey’s.. many long nights.. alone did weep..
Your sweet memory present each time I sought sleep..
All evidence of my existence lies in Soul of you solely..
To find scriptural proof easy.. all with us is “Holy“
You are my Soulmate.. My center, my core.. truly..
My hearts map clear.. as arteries flowing through..
Showing what I hold dear and now know remains true..
All roads, will lead me back home.. to ever loving you..
Rose Oakes Chandler Farrar aka MysteryMys @ Poets.com
Categories:
chandler, history, inspirational, places,
Form:
Verse
look Out your window.
By Ian Van D. Chandler
We all look for infinities,
In this artichoke world.
Above mistaken me.
There are pleasant humming bees.
settled to watch so far up,
yet, I’m here. Just away.
we had walked between the gardens,
finding a following foot print,
to where we’d been.
Though here I go.
At the waves, I looked both ways,
these nowheres, leave everyone alone.
Look and see, as I stand here with my chisel.
I swim for the largest tide, floating to the deepest hole.
But reminded of all the scars,
every itch,
all the splinters,
etched on all driftwood.
in the walls, I know they’re always there.
Losing what I’d known, stepping on every flower.
It’s losing the child in the rustic play ground,
to the crying for the bark. When you run away,
when the grass welds to the shaking hand,
for a moment every bugs’ awake,
think for the tree branch, that sheltered you in the rain.
Utter to scratches on the glass. Smudging over my only clouds.
between the forth, so passed gone, together I’ll be,
so follow me gone.
The letters where, no matter what I’d be:
A sketched boy,
the erasing man,
together apart, left for more.
There oh’ there.
Beyond the sill,
is
Categories:
chandler, children, depression, flower, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Nellie B. Chandler
1897-1911
There I am.
Here I am now.
I am the six year old girl
Behind the glass window
That wide open wedge to the north
From inside my classroom there
At Evergreen school, ‘neath
The towering ascending elm trees there,
Shrouded in immense shade.
I am standing and staring there
Daydreaming and yearning and desiring
For my mama and papa
To come get me here,
Wishing and waiting, waiting and hoping
For them to come get me and take me home.
I hate it here!
I hate school!
My forward gaze to the north
Extends out forever as the moon
stretches its beams, outward outward, and beyond
The limitless fantastic scenes in black space.
I see out there to the north
I see four faces in the distance there,
Friendly faces, familiar faces
Of family and friends, all
Now asleep with me here,
Here in the cool calm tombs
Of Mt. Olive Cemetery.
There I am.
Here I am now.
Mama. Papa. Come get me!
I hate it here!
I am waiting…waiting…waiting…
Shrouded in immense shade.
Categories:
chandler, anxiety, child, death,
Form:
Epitaph
Six wonderful people very bright and young
shared a cramped apartment...
is that because they couldn't afford the rent,
or they loved to have fun?
What a hilarious circus, if they had teamed up!
They got angry, but still apologized and made up;
they seemed to have many problems,
some more complex than the others.
Rachael was very pretty and cool,
Phoebe was so naive and not too witty,
Lisa was refined and very beautiful,
Joey was a womanizer extremely funny,
Chandler was the sarcastic guy who loved sensual Monica,
and Ross was the nice dude who was embarrassed by Erotica.
These talented actors have entertained us
for long years fascinating us with their charms;
they were a close family rather than good friends who struggled...
they must have felt deep sadness when the final episode was aired.
Written by Andrew crisci
for Michael Falotico's contest,
" Ryhme Me An Old TV Show "
Chosen show: Friends
Categories:
chandler, family, friendship, funny, history,
Form:
Rhyme
High strung
Passionate
Perfectionist freak
Manic
Compulsive
Meticulous
Intense
High maintenance
HIGH MAINTENANCE
MONICA
Yes….I see a lot Monica in me. “You think I’m high maintenance???? Tell me how. Make a list and we will go over it POINT by POINT!” She spouted this out while trying to convince Phoebe otherwise. Well, I’m high maintenance because I feel, extremely!! Perfectionist!!! (Melancholy/Sanguine with a touch of crazy!) When God created me….He placed emotional sensors in every single cell of my body, it seems….INTENSE! Well, yes, it CAN be hard to handle….But listen, LISTEN to what Chandler says to Monica that makes him like the most amazing guy on Friends. “Yes, you ARE high maintenance, but that’s ok because….I like maintaining you!” You wouldn't exactly consider that some sentence that is dripping with passion and romance, but wow! That would make me FLY! :)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
chandler, how i feel,
Form:
Prose
Manic Dancing.
By Ian Van D. Chandler
(The closing line:)
The boy with glasses always tries to see further
no matter where the satellite flies.
Like the girl that found his wings upon the loudest factory.
Never show a horizon before the sun rise,
Cause they never let the groom see the bride.
The angry girl beats the flowers with rusted knives.
she finds pleasure in the lightning strike,
But cries
At the
Thunder
Clap.
Beyond the house she knew, the statues she followed,
the windmill sung her favorite song.
(La
La
La)
Before photos,
I drew her picture,
And painted her pretty.
Like fiction.
We all wander, and pander
Thoughts of the manic dancer.
And the smallest objects sit,
In the largest fields. spinning.
Changing which way the wind blows:
(La
La
La)
she waits for the lightning.
(The opening line:)
The boy watches.
Categories:
chandler, abuse, anger, beautiful, birth,
Form:
Free verse
The strength to surrender to what is right then to what is wrong,defiance
to give a part of yourself unselfishly to humanity for the sake of someone else to see life is
worth living for,defiance
the ability to stay above uncontrollable forces that are powerful
enough to destroy a persons will,and to be able to have faith enough to allow your will to
persevere,defiance
to understand that being a hypocrite is part of who we are but choosing to
acknowledge and being mindful enough not to allow your hypocritical views to cloud your
judgment,defiance
allowing yourself to be consciously aware that taking the blame for your purpose in
life is true defiance that should definitely be regarded as unselfish and pure knowledge
worthy of praise,defiance
Hyima Chandler
Categories:
chandler, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
when your inner self is diverse into questions left unanswered,reasons why you will not
allow your true conscious self to explore these questions, fear or acknowledgment of
confidence suppressed due to misguided strength that purposely is suppressed,this knowledge
which should only expand and not hinder,but does do to inner-self defiance one can only
conclude that they are torn.
Hyima chandler
Categories:
chandler, confusionself, self,
Form:
Free verse
Saint James the Fisherman Day
Rohr family was nicest and kindest;
They had found it so hard to resist;
High point there,
They would share;
A new Episcopal Church does exist.
James Thomas Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
As well as a retired veteran
Bolivia, NC
Church is currently located on
highest point in Shallotte, NC.
We are very thankful to Rohr family.
Messed up. Property was donated by
Chandler Rourk.
https://www.geni.com/surnames/roark
Categories:
chandler, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick