Best Classics Poems
Fresh leaves fall gently on the ground
without making a sound
Piano keys softly caress
warmed by sunlight gest
Brushing my senses on this delicate afternoon
she plays on, as time just croons
I notice she has pinned her hair up just so
a touch of mascara
a light scented oil of " Je ne sais quoi "
a touch of blush real or not ?
Refreshments are served Victorian style
alongside persimmon leaves
and tangerine kisses for me
Inside this great big elegant room
of beauty and romance,
I know she is hoping for at least,
...a dance.
Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those garlopholic days.
The morning alarm runs the cold water hot
Breakfast served and then the sprint
To reach before the nine forty bell.
Literature lecture the morning Yawn, followed by
Critical calculations the creation of few jobless mankinds.
Easy to know the solar system only from books, but
One need to fight against hurdles, to go round the globe.
The fruit that proved the gravitation, and the man who saw,
Keeping rest of the things constant, how come he didn’t notice before
Other things to fall ??
Subjects all seemed to me having an inter-relationship
And lastly this chain is known as history with mystery.
Immature mind yet a manly look
Smoking *** with creative thoughts
No idea how large the peg
Yet felt proud to say, ‘I finished 750 ml alone without a vomit break’.
A hint to know the word ‘C’,
And then I thought of kindergarten days
Where I learnt, C is for Cat,
Was it a fake?
Crazy things and Quarter to quarter girlfriends
Tears shifted to the word sex.
Yummy dreams with sorts of vulgarity
Wings started to spread but keeping in mind the fidelity.
Bohemian time and three more irresponsible years
Had to reach anyhow before the rays reaches
Principal’s eyes.
British age classrooms and railway station fans
High degree oldie professors and their sleeping pills lectures
Boredom same gender batch mates and that regular back gate
The awaited smudged horizon, suddenly brightens
The first one to appear used to have hundreds of eyes and mind respect.
A rare macaw time now
Bunch of responsible days to come
Stressed with few kicked off past and framed memories
Westerns and classics are now changing to a routine life.
Weekend alcoholic night and a morning sleepy Sunday
Followed by a workaholic Monday to Friday.
Cacophony of the front
Hopes and dreams define
Humanity, scenes of yesterday
Never to be forgotten, from haunting
Effects of childhood laughter
Uncertainties that become
Certainties, seldom been
Well explored to be
Moving remarkable
Response
Grace
Eloquence
Sparseness of writing
Beautifully complements
Power of emotions to be described
With sights and sounds
To unfold with slow
Deliberate eloquence
Artistic
Triumph
Like a heartbeat
Was the deafening sound
Of the Classics of yesterday...
This is dedicated to our wonderful classics..
Charlotte Brontë -
A writer all her life, Brontë published her first novel, Jane Eyre, in 1847 under the manly pseudonym Currer Bell. Though controversial in its criticism of society's ...
"His wit is bright, his humorous attractive, but both hear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheer-lightning playing under the edge of the summer cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb. Finally I have alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him--if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger--I have dedicated this second edition of
"JANE EYRE"
DECEMBER 21ST 1847
Brooke
CHARLOTTE BRONTE
Bimbo sails a boat and bumps into Betty Boop,
she flaunts her flashy flesh landing on the fresh Isle,
hostile trees harass the two harbingers as they fear,
sickly savages come to scare them away in style.
Betty’s black and white films from the bopping thirties,
aroused critics during the ages of antique movies,
she came alive clearly in the sixties with colored cartoons,
showing off her skin so soft with big ol’ boobies.
An icon for the ages remembered for ancient humor,
shades and hues added to accent the animation,
entertainment industry included her in the top ten idols,
bippity boppity Betty Boop became a television sensation.
Imagination of creation with an addition of cinemation,
in the end of the film Bimbo and Betty were able to get away,
saved each other from the savages they finally sailed home,
each motion picture planted plenty of pleasure even until today.
* I had no idea what to do for this contest, but I thought I would give it a try! lol*
Colorize The Classics
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
October 23, 2016
The old Victorian toys in good condition are terrifiC
And collecting rare stamps or cards is very colourfuL
When I saw these gems I knew I had a huge bonanzA
But please do be very careful when you attend auctionS
Some road shows you can find wonderful furniture antquieS
Are you under the spell for old Japanese motorbikes like SuzukI
Lots of comics and magazines can also bring a touch of pure magiC
Yes it can be real fun and rewarding looking at some rare motor carS
© Copyright K.C.Leake
24th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
A classic that I love is Gone With The Wind,
the sweeping historical epic,
full of romance and facts of history.
It tells the story of the southern belle, Scarlet,
daughter of a cotton plantation owner,
Oh, the tangled love affairs she had,
her secret lover Ashley and the dashing Rhett.
Breathtaking visually with striking images,
I think directors are like painters creating.
oh, lets go back to the movie now, the war rages.
But through war, destruction, poverty and death,
even the loss of her child,
Scarlet, from spoiled belle to strength,
inspired me so much, the girl in satin dresses,
in one scene in rags, she vows to God, her words.
"As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!"
She stands holding the earth of Tara,
in her hands and looks to the sky.
And in the very end- after Rhett rejects her
she says, "I'll think about that tomorrow . . ."
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October 4, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Colorize The Classics
Copyright Protected, ID 16-835-521-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Colorize The Classics,
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues
Third Place
There was a great English novelist I truly admired since my vibrant youth,
and his name was Charles Dickens; and his classics I read and revered.
He wrote many memorable novels, and one of them, filled with truth,
was: "A CHRISTMAS CAROL", which he splendidly narrated...
as those London's bells tolled above a foggy, busy Avenue.
Entered in Brian Strand's contest A Literary Love Affair
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
There is the only one salvation –
to keep to the established order.
We have to get a new creation,
to take it we don’t cross fixed border.
You born to follow old tradition
of all those fallen in the battle,
One can’t avoid forced imitation,
No one can’t guard you from this rattle.
The new will substitute the old
and finally be out of fashion,
and in the end will be the Word
as was at dawn of its Creation.
Colorize The Classics
In 'Sound of Music', a time-honored film,
Maria, postulant from Abby near,
was hired, by a Captain widower,
as governess for seven children home.
The children then bereft and motherless
and governed by time-saving frenzied rules
which father, Georg von Trapp strictly enforced,
were placed into Maria's gentle hands;
Her service to the Lord made her a saint,
and with her gentleness, she shaped their lives.
Through love of music, led them with their songs
with joy for life that they had never known.
They fell in love with her, and soon her world
had opened up another way to serve.
In love and bonded with them and their dad,
she came to follow a new road in life.
As loving wife and mother, she gave self
upon another path of faithfulness.
She served the Lord and life, together with
the rescue of a family once lost.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Colorize The Classics
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 10/25/2016
A Queen went all the way ahead
an fed with her vibe all around as med;
sorrowed, for the throne was yet to be kept,
for all were starving hunger and wept;
for what once was theirs now melt.
By war and thunder their sons kinder,
fathers wept many years they left,
for origin and root yet to be felt;
a queen must pay all her dept.
Duties were called; gov's uphold,
by queen all patches were fold
and once again the nation was cold,
Queen nation.
How diligent one can hold,
a queens throne how bold;
colorized classic that i'm told.
Being a lover of the classics
my show would be classically true
all the great composers would play
to lift listeners hearts that I would do
Raise the profile of young and new
these future prospects would perform
grabbing hold of today's audience
showing that this music is the norm
From dawn to dusk on the air
interviewing real classical talent
Mutter, Benedetti, Bocelli, Netrebko
just a few to get classical pulses sent
So that would be my show
loving every minute of it all
to bring pleasure to the many
music at it's height supremely tall
AUTHOR NOTES:
Just some thoughts if I had the opportunity to have my own radio show
and what I would want it to be.
American Classics Poem
Integration is a big thing these days
Freedom buses with foreign strays
Outside representatives were they
Who wanted to take our freedom away.
Good old John Bircher's radicals by far
Will cover others with feathers and tar
Then there is the aristocratic DAR
Still trying to fight the Civil Wah.
Harry Goldwater with pomp and charm
Quickly throwing up a conservative arm;
Steel strike's happening said in alarm
Raising gas prices will do good not harm.
Please don't draft me President Kennedy
Have wonderful wife with children three
Away from them I would have to be
To Lebanon, Mid-East or West Germany.
America all full of freedom and liberty
Voice of the people and home of the free
Breeder of corruption and hypocracy
Lets uncover ourselves from the debre.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Wrote this in early 60's while serving
country in the Air Force.
A moment never fades or is far behind.
An ex of yesterdays playback in reverse.
When the feelings hit, they'll knock you down.
You allow it and take the fall.
Relentless jabs of the past followed by an uppercut of a sealed memory.
The final blow strikes the chest, enough for the concussion of the heart to take its course.
A vulnerable period of reliving events from beginning to end.
Details of your highs and lows penetrate beyond others comprehension.
Good times filter through like morphine to ease the pain,
smile the best is yet to come swiftly and surely.
Cause in the end-
After this round against the eternal opponent called life;
she'll continue those classic hits.
Just roll with the punches from experience.
Some melodies reach down and touch our soul
Like the classics, melodies flow like a tumbling waterfall
Moved by the magic
Of a love thematic
It surely transcends the sweetest emotions of all
Someone is probably doing an aria,
that labored shrill fit for the opera.
Another soul croons a lilting lullaby,
oohs and aahs rising up to the sky.
Undoubtedly that's a loud trombone,
solidly played, a no-nonsense boom.
Surely I hear a lone trumpet blowing,
pfffttt, that unmistakable errie sound.
A lush symphony of timeless sounds
enlivening my mid-morning rounds.
A poor cleaner-turned-classics buff,
making a living in a public restroom!