Best Idol Poems
A gentle hush fell over the pond
The crickets ceased their evening song
Many jewel-toned feathers circled and flew
And perched as tonight's "Idol" audience grew
Poor little bird looks out from his tree top place
His voice must enthrall them in the "Idol" race!!
He must choose the right song, and be a hit,
Just one more chance is all he gets!
Oh My! He sees Jennifer Lovebird, soft feathered, and fair
And Steven Tucan, in the judging chair!!
Ol’ Randy Jaybird with his ‘Hot Dog’ hoots!
Oh dear, this poor little songbird, is shaking in his boots!
With stage fright, he fears his chance is bleak
He opens up his tiny beak
With not even one tender note, so sweet
All he can muster, is one awful squeak!!
Quickly, Ryan Redbrest flaps his wings....hops to the branch
And clamps him shut, without a glance!
Poor little bird,....! He's lost his chance!
To sing among the tallest trees,
To win the prize, with songs to please...
Or be a part of history! :(
So off he flies, into the breeze....!
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For Francine Roberts Contest "Enough!"
Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure
Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game
What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is -- Simon Cowell
“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”
Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?"
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches
Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through
But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises
If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee
Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy
Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating
I’m so confused, what do they want?
Those judges seem to goad and taunt
One week they ask for something new
Then criticize when you try to!
To my dawg, Randy, I’ll throw a bone
For Paula, I’ll make it my own
For Kara, I’ll be RIDIC-U-LOUS
And, for Simon, I'm meticulous
What will I do this summer, now?
I'll miss my Idol nights, and how!
I wonder if Kara'll be back
Or if Simon will cut some slack
To the darker side this show appeals
But I love my Randy J. for REALS
And Paula just can't help but be
Her gushing self, oh my oh, me!
Till next winter, I'll have to wait
And with each teaser I'll take the bait
And sit, transfixed before the set
For the greatest Idol season yet!
I heard, idle hands are the Devils workshop
So I did my very best to keep busy
I worked, worked, worked, for the future
While so many others were taking it easy
Focusing on all the goals I must reach
All the while my life was flying by
Now here I am closer to the end
Missing so much and left to ponder why
My priorities wrong, I was in need of quiet
Moments that could have refreshed my soul
Time spent in nature away from it all
Pieces of idle, meant to make me whole
The devil, keeps us out of the garden
So that we don't contemplate the Lord
He tells us it's better, to keep our hands busy
if we're too quiet we'll surely be bored
Don't get me wrong, I value hard work
Yet in excess, these become Idol hands
Searching for happy, in material things
Failing to follow my Savior's commands
Thankfully He made this burden lighter
There are quiet times filled with rest
Thankfully there's peace, within balance
From God's hands I have been truly blessed
Inspired by Mel Merrill's short poem "Be There Still".
Give me anguish that feels like my heart has been staked,
Give me betrayal, entrapment, and hatred of my race.
Give me shame, humiliation, and painful disgrace,
But please oh please spare me, a pretty face.
For the Idol I sang
with a screech and a twang
caused by a cold in my throat
well I passed the audition
but I cured the condition
now they tell me I can't sing a note!
Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .!
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: ,
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis`
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .!
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -
Form:
You had me briefly careening
towards that crooning
but your excessive preening
and secret self-loathing
won an abrupt ending
Humble beginnings
Rising to top of the pops
Song heartbreak hotel
Dubbed as the King of Rock and Roll
Elvis the pelvis also sang soul
Of Hispanic origin
Blue eyes sent girls in a spin
The hearts of old and young he stole.
Memphis idol's funeral, adoring fans in thousands pass casket.
Contest: Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 31st January 2022
Ronnie Radke
sure hes not the nicest
but hes good at what he does
i learned all his songs
even the ones craig stole
how i wish i was as famous (or infamous)
as my idol, and my hero
We love you ronnie
From New York City to L.A.; from Austin to Seattle,
so-called singers screech or bray in an auditions battle!
For Brian Strand's "A Couple of Lines"
reflecting the mob
Celebrity’s sunglasses
denied acquaintance
A beauty who walks an extra mile
To see my face shining with smile.
My inspiration for and beyond life
My mother taught me all to thrive.
As her selfless attitude stirs all time
To give the best even when not fine.
Mother you are an incomparable soul
Better than the best be it any role.
You are the source to make me move
Do good always and not just to prove.
Lose no hope when clouds are dark
Mom helped me trust positive mark.
Inspires in all strands without saying
24 by 7 active support system praying.
Words do fall short to describe my idol
Not just my inspiration but vitally Vital.
Pop Idol
Milk the applause, savour the day;
You only have thirty seconds left,
Of your fifteen minutes of fame.
Another band falls off the conveyor belt;
It’s time for you to be replaced, by another covers band.
Another wanna-bee, another piece of human trash;
Who simply follows the money.
In search of their star, in the music hall of fame.
Do you seriously think, you can last the pace?
And make another album that sells like your first?
You naïve fool, that’s what they call consumerism
And you’re definitely not, a new sensation.
You’re just another advertisement;
For their hit T.V. show, with the losers and the freaks.
Don’t you realize you’re only a star of car crash T.V.?
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Who is your hero?
Someone questioned me,
I'll tell you all about her,
So, please listen to me.
She doesn't wear a cape,
Or an iron suit,
She doesn't turn green,
In fact she's kinda cute.
She hasn't got a hammer,
To change she doesn't spin,
She doesn't sling webs,
However, she is my kin.
She held my hand when I was little,
I always looked up to her,
She sat with me on Christmas Eve,
While I hoped to see Santa there.
She made me laugh,
She wiped away my tears,
She gave me strength,
As I faced my fears.
She was beside me when I married,
I stood in awe as she raised her son,
We talked way into the night,
She's always so much fun.
I don't need a hero,
I have an idol instead you see,
She is my big Sister,
She means the world to me.