Best Icon Poems
I hesitated for over a month – should I join Poetry Soup …
Would they like my poems and accept me in their group?
It is not my intention to be a famous writer
I try and write with wit to make our lives a little brighter
I write on many subjects – I sometimes have a moan
My humour is ‘unique’ and may make some people groan
Harsh words can knock us back; criticism can drag us down
Let’s try to live here in harmony and smile instead of frown
I try to be lighthearted and if I can make people smile
They may forget problems and their worries for a while
Kind words cost us nothing - a smile can brighten up our day
I hope that I can make a difference with the words I say
Some do not like my poems - I can’t please everyone
But I hope my style brings Poetry Soup some fun!
Well the title says it all … I ‘con’ you all that I’m a poet!
04~14~15
Contest I Icon – Sheri Fresonke Harper
RODIN’S NEW ICON
Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker
[Perhaps in stone less pale, a little pinker!]
He might witness casts of posture stereotypical
And find there inspiration for his art
With perceptive focussed eye and viewpoint quizzical
An image would develop in his heart
Of a body bowed, head inclined toward hand sinister
While index digit stabs from aspect dexter
Then with his hands he’d clay or stone administer
To create a new iconic symbol; and name it: THE TEXTER
Should I enhance my recognition
by defiantly treading on an innocent heart?
Or perhaps mine is a sin of omission,
fleeing with fame a la carte,
while thoughtlessly tearing another soul apart.
What reward can be found
as I stomp on another’s dreams,
leaving them quaking on the ground
where incivility screams
and not one ray of light beams?
Perhaps there is more joy in obscurity
than in fame that grows from ill roots.
Before me is an angel basking in purity
besieged by destructive brutes –
wolves dressed in lambs’ suits.
My soul will not let me go there –
to that place where evils dwell.
Entrust my fate to a prayer
that self-promoting acts cannot dispel
the eternal fires of an infamous hell.
*Written April 12, 2015, for Sheri’s “I, Icon” challenge
They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's rooms; and rednecks'
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing glove.
They spotted me in Tel-aviv and also in Tehran, collecting
Jewish kisses for the Iranian Imam.
They toasted me in the family courts, breaking hearts
I quickly soothed, and at their breakfast;Klu Klux Klan,
I spread their toast with jam.
They gifted me with patted back in Auschwitz and
Guantanamo, compassion was my hand; while Isis
and Seal Team 6, provided me a marching band.
They lauded me with accolades, the bankers and the poor,
while serial killers and the FBI, shot my name into the sky,
like Gotham on the screen.
And now I rest my head this night, beneath the troubled moon,
for tomorrow I go partying, with venerable, Ban-Ki-moon
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
John, was born October 9, 1940, in Liverpool
He met Paul McCartney in 1957
John and Paul formed a close working relationship ... COME TOGETHER
Young and fearless guys with music as the common interest
Over time, it became a REVOLUTION
When we talk about John Lennon, his name associates with The Beatles
With members John Lennon, Paul McCartney,
George Harrison and Ringo Starr
WELL, WELL, WELL in the music world it became POWER TO THE PEOPLE
John left The Beatles in September 1969, a new TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME for the skilled songwriter, vocalist and guitarist
- He would continue as a solo artist BLESS YOU
I became LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS when I listened to his music
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED, sounded so beautiful
NOBODY TOLD ME, that John was actually a heavy drug user
IT'S SO HARD ... to deal with
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, greatest of all is love
IMAGINE, John and me in the NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER, a new life in my home country
MOTHER ... HERE WE GO AGAIN ... I was in love
GROW OLD WITH ME John,
happiness is a word that tastes sweet in my mouth
Together with you, the song begins to find the right sound
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS - a stupid young girl who dreams
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
John lived on BORROWED TIME,
bitter rivals and demons sparkle in the air
I feel lonely ... and I'M SO TIRED
MOTHER said : YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
... YA YA
Song titles by John Lennon, listed below :
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
COME TOGETHER
REVOLUTION
WELL, WELL, WELL
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME
BLESS YOU
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED
NOBODY TOLD ME
IT'S SO HARD
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
IMAGINE
NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER
MOTHER
HERE WE GO AGAIN
GROW OLD WITH ME
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
BORROWED TIME
I'M SO TIRED
YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
YA YA
04.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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I rise daily from troubled sleep attempting to make sense of imagery.
I magination inside me peeks, anxiety occupies blanks with grief
C onscious wars with angry speech, again I decide to rationalize.
O nward, up, fight - ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die;
N ever give up, never give in- decide what's right, begin again.
I nward look and find your truth, outward search to find your own truth
I f man or woman was not meant to grow and change we'd die unclaimed.
C onsider this my icon's face, an aged woman, bathed in grace
O nly be kind, its all she asks, to each other; it's the right path.
N ow you know my ICON; be strong, be kind, and carry on.
4/19/15
Some people “culture” holding
Maintains far the others
Their “unculture” scolding,
Assuming peacock feathers.
I, being a scientist with skill,
Always was close to all
Trying to achieve their will
For democratic culture call.
I think no culture may ever be for few
And common language can be used
To carry beauty and love for true
While complex words are often abused.
Intuition and discovery are at hand
For everybody if stimulated well
Knowledge construction may be grand
If arrogant judgmental are sent to hell!
Contest: ..... I, Icon 4/18/2015
His name is evoked with boundless esteem
By the strata of generations down the ages
The prodigious son of our holy motherland
Who embodied valour and chivalry to the hilt.
He could have lead a princely life of comfort
By conceding the honour of his blessed land
But happily chose a life similar to his terrain
Instead of beating the same refrain like peers.
He embodied all that stands for grit and nerve
Inspired the masses by an outstanding example
Sent shivers down the spine of the adversaries
And won admiration even from his sworn foes.
His form awe-inspiring stays etched in minds
Reviving the memories of his sacrifice great
That arouses the most weak and low-spirited
Infuses the spirit with verve and vim; enviable.
Even today he is revered as a symbol of bravery
With very few peers to match his place in history
He strode like a colossus on the sands of time
The Maharana is worthy of salute for all time.
Till his last breath he worshiped his motherland
A crest jewel among all valiant warriors of the land
He the great, his loyal Chetak, the gallant steed
To all such immortals, we all owe our gratitude.
"Aim for a thoughtful, creative mind”
he said, and we, as times rewind,
Think of India’s ‘Missile man’,
The one who made us believe 'We can'.
'People’s president’, he was called,
Patiently he listened, and problems were solved -
He never let a single one down -
The boy who came from a tiny town.
He wanted to spend his last breath speaking,
Speaking to students, knowledge-seeking…
And now, with the whispers of the breeze,
Come our wishes - Sir, Rest in Peace.
Posted on 1st August 2015
For Broken Wings's 'Any Poem' Contest
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http://www.thebetterindia.com/29984/12-things-that-made-dr-apj-abdul-kalam-the-most-extra-ordinary-man-we-know/
It's just too goo to be true,
in a crazy little crew,
drawing the ramps up,
dynamic slapstick-
always having food as thought,
the pummel on row,
which is 9000ft straight towards physical steal;
entered into a falsehood-
through made gravity stick,
and unleash the past!
Every loop an iron cross,
all dishes lost,
the accident,
the belonging,
On-
Time,
a relief rafter,
trapped her in a bastard-
livin' lavish though,
lacked her plaster!
I' reddemmed, but inside of your calculator...
Ready or not it's just like your liked NOT to come,
ingenious or not, it's indigenous laughter to rum.
Reminded now of Albus Dumbledore -
The greatest wizard right since times of yore.
He was humble and tall,
Admired by all -
No one did dear Dumbledore abhor!
My first limerick
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Behold the Angelic icon!
Who sings like an Amazon
Whose image changes my demonic heart
To an angelic heart
I crush on her
Like a butterfly crushing on nectar
I dream of the sweet calmness
That could come from her presence
I feel I'm in heaven
For her beauty is like that of heaven
She makes my heart rotate
And raises my heart rate
I could fly high like a Raven
If only she could sing for me
I could be in heaven
If only she could sing for me
Dedicated to Tatiana Manaois
My Favorite Me
I know I can be humble
If anybody can
'Cause I can take critiquing
And even a good slam
So roast me like a famous Star
I guess that's what I am
For I'm the best-est poet
You'll find in this here land
I really must admire
My meter and my rhyme
I only read MY poems
That's when I have the time
Everyone around me
Is looking up to see
Me riding on a fluffy cloud
As brilliant as could be
I bet I don't get comments
On this MY Masterpiece
You'd think they'd stop
their jealousy, by now
To say the least
There's no need to applaud me
Or rush to shake My hand
'Cause strip away My Glory
I'm just a humble man
"Art is art, nature is nature you cannot improve upon it ...
Pictures should be inspired by nature but made of the soul
of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts."
_ Emily Carr, Canadian Artist and Author, 1817 - 1945
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March is International Women's Month and I salute all women who
have made a difference in the world. You are an inspiration for
all women to strife to be. I would like to highlight one woman
who has inspired my art, photography and writing, and
her name is Emily Carr, a Canadian Icon, Artist and Author.
Emily was born in 1817, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.
She has been described as Canada's Van Gogh. She embraced
a modern style of art inspired by Indigenous Peoples and forests.
Studied in art schools in San Francisco, London and Paris.
She returned to Canada in 1911 and embraced painting the grandeur
of forests, quaint villages, and Indigenous peoples and so much more.
Her art was not accepted at the time, but was rediscovered in 1927
with an exhibit at the National Art Gallery in Ottawa, Canada. She
got the attention she deserved. She had bad health in her later years
that prevented her from painting so she wrote, she wrote many books
and she was a good writer. Received the Governor General Literary
Award. In 1971 a stamp was issued to honor her. There is an
Emily Carr University of Art and Design, Public Library, and schools
named after her all across Canada. Emily died in 1945, but lives on .
"Something has called out somewhere
and something in me is trying to answer."
_ Emily Carr
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March 27, 2022
Poetry/Ode/Canadian Icon, Emily Carr
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1443-780-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tribute to Women
sponsor, Beata Agustin, Judged 04/22/2022
Second Place
an aspiration
forever immortalized
an anticipate
counteract hostility
neutralizes those that oppose
life too short not to
look into the horizon
to reach magnitudes
of importance to achieve
Icon in history books
4/14/2014
Contest Name: I, Icon
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper