Best Kelly Poems
SONNET FOR KELLY
The Spring has come a little late this year
Siberian winds and rain have chilled the soul
Though calendar proclaimed that April’s here
No tiny leaves yet rimmed the Elm tree bole *
But One brought inner Spring to heart and mind
And raised the spirits strength to face our chore
Providing us a warmth for which we pined
Then gave us boost that we might start to soar
With raven hair and sparking ebon eye
A glittering jewel on grey cold cloth she shon
Then life here was revived till by and bye
The long awaited Spring gave a new dawn
So we’ll recall long after our departs
How she allayed the cold and warmed our hearts
April 2018
* Reference to Robert Browning poem: ‘Home thoughts from abroad’
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Dorian Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,5,2014
My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as clover - kelly green -
when zephyr brought its scent of something new.
The breeze caressed me; all was made askew,
for what it had been carrying was you!
Beneath my tender breast there throbbed, unseen,
my wild Irish heart.
You bridled it and then you pierced it through.
Yet wilder than before and tough it grew.
For in your aftermath, I was to glean
the lessons that my youth had not foreseen -
and evermore would pulse in me - now blue -
my wild Irish heart!
Originally For Sandy Ivy's Go Green - what green means to you? (new or old poem)Poetry Contest and now for Linda's Get your GREEN on!!! (Get into the spirit and Go Green) Happy March17 (old/new poems)Poetry Contest
(Valentine's Collection)
53.
A Soul Of Light Ever Shining."
A Collaboration By,
Kelly Deschler.
&
Michael .P. Clarke.
Oh, precious soul, your light ever shining,
Valentine, sing within the heart of night.
Without your song, my heart would be pining,
the soul extinguished in love's brightest light.
Oh, Valentine, let us sing together,
in Heaven's grace, our love burns like a fire.
Within love's embrace, we stand forever,
touched by Luna's light, we share our desire.
Two hearts mimic in unison, the be mine beat
echoing from cupid's golden wings,
hidden from sight behind midnight clouds,
observing the pure love he created.
Underneath a moonbeam spotlight
two souls intertwine, cloaked by Luna's veil,
accompanied by strings of Heaven's harp
and sugared whispers of sweet Valentine vows.
In love's embrace we shine, my Valentine,
as together we float through Heaven's grace.
I taste of love's wine as your lips meet mine,
your beauty sings in this Heavenly space.
My Valentine, ever hear my hearts song,
forever be my love's joy through the night.
Angel divine, in my heart's love you belong,
stay within my heart, my Angel delight.
Two souls, deeply enamoured, mutually charmed
since true love's beautiful budding moments.
A union destined to sustain this night,
oncoming dawn and forever onward.
Two hearts enflamed, fan the blaze always.
Rising from orange to red mimics the sun
caressing the Heavens, cradled in golden rays,
where our feet now tread, Oh Valentine.
"A Soul Of Light Ever Shining."
A Collaboration By,
Kelly Deschler.
&
Michael .P. Clarke.
13/02/2019.
Hi Kelly, thank you for sharing Ink with me on this wonderful collaboration. It has been an honour and a pleasure to work on this piece with you. It has been an enjoyable process. Happy Valentine's when it comes.
R. Kelly
I have faith ...
You will get yours
There is balance in the Universe
One of these days, you and those like you
Will pay for the pain you have brought to others
Unspeakable crimes and despicable acts
Young girls made to do things no human ever should have to do
For the sole sake of your twisted sexual arrogance
You are the embodiment of evil and sadistic intention
And the weakest excuse for a man
Music is the universal language of love and the divine
And you have perverted that language to manipulate and control
God forgive you, because I can not
I am enraged every time I think of those girls
The precious souls you took and stained with your vile deeds
The pain you've seeded to their parents and loved-ones
Every single pointless tear shed for your casual disregard
I have deep conviction it will ALL come back to you ... someday
For there is a special place in Hell reserved for your kind
A special fire that burns slowly and painfully
And a lifetime of agony and torment for each sweet spirit you defiled
Every demeaning act you perform
Is more indelible proof of the base feral animal you are
The true monster you will always be
Oh yes, you will indeed get your just desserts
And that glorious, wonderful day
Can never come ...
Soon enough.
The name Kelly means "bright-headed",
according to the internet.
A fine attribute that doesn't quite describe me yet
because, you see, I could not go to college
and be properly taught.
I came from a poor background
where a good education could not be bought.
So, I have no choice but to write from the heart,
it's not perfect, but it is my form of art.
My first name is Irish, though my ancestry is German.
Just to make sure, I looked it up on Wikipedia.
I am shy, so you're not likely to find me
on any form of social media.
I am very careful when I choose a friend,
they have to be someone who I can trust and depend.
My friends know that I'm loyal, and when I listen, I hear.
I will always be there for them,
through every smile and tear.
When I'm not writing my hobby is photography,
which inspires new words from the beauty I see.
Often you will find me reading alone in my room
with classic rock music turned up on high volume,
or watching an old movie filmed in black and white
whether it be a comedy or a thrilling, silent fright.
I am no one's wife and no child's mother,
and I never had anyone to call a sister or a brother.
I was a lonely, only child, and I am still,
an empty shell that only poetry or love can fill.
I work at a factory job on the graveyard shift,
being a true night owl causes my mind to dream and drift.
My middle name is Robin, which means "bright-fame"
though, I am not here just to play the fortune game.
I am known to be sweet in the comments that I write,
yet, my poems can be sad and as dark as the night.
I guess this makes me a mystery to many of you
but, really read me and you will discover the clue.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
SKAT's Keep It Real Contest
9/7/2014
My first that loved me in new ways.
From an A-frame in Arters Mill’s country,
To parties on a Charm City’s river.
Stoned in the rush and hope of our youth,
As memories were cured in crimson and gold,
Certain songs started playing on your radio.
Reminding me of a choice I didn’t want,
And the only thing I couldn’t give you.
Your virtue denied me other excuses,
Leaving me alone fighting the truth.
I kept stalling for change or the right time,
Taking twelve rounds to realize, neither was coming
To save me from hurting you.
Twenty five years later,
And it still feels like a sin.
A Proverb’s woman far above the rubies,
Breaking and keeping those parts of me wishing,
That I had loved you.
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Contest: I love Rock n Roll
Inspired by the song:
‘A Man I’ll Never Be’
by Boston
Athletic grace and agility,
were his trademark style.
Energetic sensitivity,
That crooked little boy smile.
He commanded the stage while dancing,
setting the tempo.
Dramatic ballet choreography,
or a comedic roll.
He danced with leading ladies
and with Jerry the mouse.
He embraced the scenes with gusto,
as the villains, he would trounce.
A voice that soothed or dominated,
evoking joy or pain.
His songs would carry across the stage
or while singing in the rain.
As musicals faded from Hollywood,
his star never lost its shine.
I watch his movies every chance I get,
I smile every time.
I have shared him with my children,
watched there eyes take light.
Saw their reaction at his dancing,
I could feel their delight.
Gene Kelly will live forever,
On celluloid and discs.
No one will ever fill his shoes,
No one would dare to risk.
July 1, 2013
For the contest,: My favorite actor
sponsored by Frank H.
Ned Kelly, bush ranger.
An Australian bush ranger
Of Irish descent
He roamed through our ranges
With evil intent.
His name was Ned Kelly
He earned so much fame
Teaming up with his brothers
To rob was their game
He killed him, some policemen
There were three of them
And so repercussions
From this evil did stem
When one day there came
Knocking at his door
Some men of Authority
The arm of the law.
His life was cut short
They hung him one day
In old Melbourne town
His life slipped away
Now he is a legend
Most hold him on high
To me he was evil
And evil must die.
Vera Duggan 4 July 2014
There once was a couple named Kelly
Who called their young daughter, Sweet Nellie.
And why was she so sweet?
Because all she would eat
Was just peanut butter and jelly.
He seemed an ordinary boy
until he found the supreme joy
of snowboarding, made it an art
in which no one can take a part
without recalling Craig, and how
he was the start of all that’s now.
He is recognized by his peers
as one of a few pioneers
who brought snowboarding up to par,
esteemed as other snow sports are.
It now is an Olympic game,
bringing other young folks fame.
He attacked his sport with verve and vim.
World accolades belonged to him.
He made the loved sport his life’s work.
Craig Kelly was not one to shirk.
He took responsibility
for safety to the nth degree.
It’s such a sad, ironic touch
the mountains that he loved so much
would be the reason for his death.
Their treachery would steal his breath.
Craig well knew the danger there
and went about his work with care.
Craig had his followers and was
Idolized by them, because
He was the master of his game
Teaching them how to be the same.
Unassuming and understated,
Craig was simply, dedicated.
Dedicated to work and play,
And to his loved ones all the way.
How many long-lived men can say
When they have met their final day,
“My life too short when it was done,
But every year of it was fun.”
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For Chris Matt's "Gone to Soon" contest
If you are a snowborder you know his name.
If not just google-- Craig Kelly Snowboarder
b. April 1966--died January 2003
He was my step-grandson
He died in an avalanche in the Canadian mountains in January of 2003
For contest
In Philadelphia, in the year 1929,
an actress was born that had a career that was fine.
Grace Kelly, the daughter of Jack and Margaret Kelly,
came from quite a distinguished Irish Catholic family.
Her father was successful as a self-made millionaire;
her brother, an Olympian and town councilman there.
Grace’s uncle Walter Kelly was a vaudeville actor,
and Uncle George Kelly, a Pulitzer-winning writer.
Any film critic would tell you her acting was quite good.
She was one of the beautiful women in Hollywood.
Among her films were, “Fourteen Hours”, “High Noon”, and “Mogambo”,
and Alfred Hitchcock’s “Dial M for Murder” and “Rear Window”.
For “The Country Girl”, she won the Oscar for Best Actress.
In several other major films, Grace made great progress.
Included with “The Swan”, her other great pictures would be
“To Catch a Thief“, “Green Fire” and “The Bridges at Toko-Ri”
Her last film would be with Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby.
This was the Cole Porter musical “High Society”.
Later that year, Grace would marry Monaco’s Prince Rainier.
She retired from the screen and became a princess that day.
Grace had three children, Albert, Caroline, and Stephanie.
With her husband, she ruled the tiny principality.
Grace’s life ended abruptly when she was fifty-two.
Her life was like a storybook fairy tale dream come true.
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
Scaly Kelly scrawled a scribble rolled up into a scroll
Kept it in the Dolly's baguette and waited for the fall
But Dolly was fumbler-bumbler
Constitutionally humbler
Kissed the baguette goodbye and jumped on a jumbo spring roll
Scaly Kelly © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
Kelly collided with Ellie but neither was hurt
That was the miracle of the day said stupid Bart
Kelly was a truck
Ellie ran amuck
She was as drunk as a skunk and didn't wear a skirt
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty