Best Dean Poems


Duffy Dean

Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.


[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]

[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link:  http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]
© Jim Tidd  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Was That Dean Martin

We flip through one hundred and eighteen glossy pages of magazine people.
None we know.
Wait!  Was that Dean Martin?
A throwback to the 60’s.
False alarm.  
One more page of people we do not know.
Why do we take these magazines?  We ask each other.
We do not KNOW any of these people.  
Maybe this is the best reason of all.

Jimmy Dean

I was never much for country music
but admit ....I liked his style
Each morning I remember him
though he's been gone a while

As I gather round for breakfast
I feel so blessed to say
Jimmy Dean will live forever
in our homes from day to day

So tell your kids about his life
Let them know his part
Jimmy isn't just a sausage
but a memory of the heart 


THANKS JIMMY!
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.


James Dean At Paso Robles, Ca, 09-30-55

Youth and broken glass
Smearing Highway 101:
Other cars just pass
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

Dean Wood

dean wood,
 is no good,
chop him up,
for fire wood.




a rhyme my mum used to sing to me when i was a child?
go figuire.
© Dean Wood  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Here's To Dean

Here’s to Dean, who works out and eats greens

and still fits into all his old jeans!

Though he’s over the hill,

he sure gets quite a thrill

he’s more buff than he was in his teens!


For the anything green -The Limerick- Poetry Contest of Skat
(by the way, I really did know a guy like this!)


My James Dean

My James Dean lookalike
Where are you tonight?
Do you remember my smile?
As I lived within yours

Those walks downtown
A granola bar, a cigarette and me
Initials within a heart, while playing guitar

Three years ended within movie star memoir
Photograph memories of love
Everywhere, what I wouldn't give to see my James Dean

Premium Member The Nightmare of Marcus Dean

The Nightmare Of Marcus Dean


      Marcus Alouitious Montgomery Dean

      Dined on bowls of chocolates, doughnuts, bagels and cream.

      Until one night he awoke with a scream,

      Being eaten, he thought in a terrible dream,

      By a bagel, a doughnut, some chocolates and cream.

           Barry Stebbings
             09/13/18

James Dean At Paso Robles, Ca, 09-30-55

Youth and broken glass
Blood on Highway 101:
Other cars just pass.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

James Dean

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James Dean an MGM dream 
Sprawls unseen towards the door
Tipping his hat Hello Mama and that 
He shuffles his shoes to the floor

Shakespeare a play McBeth he should say
a dagger towards his hand
His glasses allow great gaze over brow
a method actor's clap on demand

Due East of Eden a mother was bleeding
Stole comfort from drink and the bottle
James and his Porsche a destinal course 
His life measured speed through the throttle

The black suited man from oil in the sand 
A cattleman's stock to re-brand 
Rivals those two rebellious crew  
A Giant a legend of land 

A swerve and a shout a policeman drives out
There James who is slumped near at hand
Ascensional  dream rise up from this scene 
A teenager and rebel most grand
© Ian Foley  Create an image from this poem.

Here Lies Jimmy Dean

Hey Jimmy, what is your story ?
Was your death private or gory ?
Why did you decide to die ?
What was the pain & what was the lie ?.

I see you were only twenty five
When you chose to kill your life
Where red dirt roads and wheat fields kiss
You chose to show the world your fist.

Your pain was greater than your assets
And idealic life from country aspect
Was Tottenham life not good enough ?
That caused your end to be so rough ?.

And though you lived in a prosperous state
couldn’t you talk to your closest mate ?
Your body here may still remain
I hope it brings a positive change.



While visiting family in Tottenham, Australia, and spending some time in the 
outback, I found a monument to a man who committed suicide in an idealic 
area where the cares of life seems kilometres away…
© Peter Hall  Create an image from this poem.

That's Psychosis

(parody of the hit song sung by Dean Martin, “That’s Amore”)

When the moon hits your brain like the whoosh of cocaine,
That’s psychosis.
When delusions galore throw good sense out the door,
That’s psychosis.

Bells will ring (Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Wing-a-ding-a-ding!)
As you string yarns together.
Eyes will roll (Total load of bull! Total load of bull!)
When your whirlwinds we weather.

When you hear in your mind voices clear, stern or kind,
That’s psychosis.
To conceive them a sign or believe they’re divine
Is insane...

Still it seems such a wonderful dream since you’re
Under hypnosis.
Pardon me; you can’t see, but the reasoned agree
That’s psychosis.
© Ed Morris  Create an image from this poem.

Our Black Hole

I
Roger Dean at a South African college
And team, caught our singularity
The black hole, so Einsteins Relativity
Does not apply here, physics' knowledge

II
Amazing that at the center of our Milky Way
There is so much outside of usual gravity
Space-time, if a fabric, has massive debris
One of these swallows all light, passers by!
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

Mean To Paula Dean

Mean to Paula Dean

Why should we be mean to Paula Dean
To us in America is the cooking queen,
Who used a word which was a no no
I had heard from Sunny Bono and Ono.

Just because it happened to be her,
To your big brain did it ever occur
She had been referring to a Brazil nut
Found in South America often in a hut.

So instead we need to go to Nigeria;
While there did catch a case of diphtheria,
But still that certain word will not use
Or I'll be accused of English abuse.

Colloquial, word has been called by some;
This is what you say when you are dumb;
I have never been known as a perfect saint;
Worst word I ever used was one called ain't.

[email protected]
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Punishing Therapy

I
Christ-proclaimers are the worst punishers
In self-righteousness, little mercy, no Grace
Should one perchance fall into their "church"
Hindu Gandhi, "terrorist Mandela" compare better
Jesus is not honored by phoney pastors,
Church "leaders" and therapist-advisors!
In Africa, my GURU was hard, but not like them!
Among other "religions" grace shows its face - not here ...

II
Saint D of Adelaide only advised a breakup
Isolating the lovers, adults over 40 years in age
Then groomed the woman as he thought best
She lost her dignity, mind, control
When she disobeyed his least "instruction,"
He recalled her fights with ex-lovers - got his way -
Not the Jesus way: punish them, no let up --
Never reminding couple, forgiveness is step 1
In healing and living like Jesus (or AFRICAN Mandela)
Basic Christianity (John 3:16) exists only for Dean
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

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