Best Laurel Poems
She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!
She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )
Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:200
Total # Words::::140
Edit - Awarded Poem Of The Week- 6/07/2020
Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was
Never tardy.!
They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on
Hot bricks!
Their made up mayhem, garnered them gold, it was their milk and honey
A hit; 'they sold.'
Rich and famous, through their tears and quarrels, old Hardys kicks Stanley, made into Laurels!
The crowds, they grew' they travelled far! They lodged at the 'Chine hotel'
They fooled round its bar!
Yet did they take that 'new years swim?' As daybreak comes' as the waves
Roll in !
That hearty English breakfast, taken soon after.' Would sure have got Them ready; to raise some rafters.!!
Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!" Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft. OhhhOhhh....
When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."
Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo Coo Coo, Coo Coo
THE END.
This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best.
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...
LAUREL was a man with not much class
And HARDY was known as a pompous ass
Stan can’t keep his big mouth shut
Ollie would strike a stinging cut
“Another fine mess…,” he would always sass
Laurel and Hardy
Hey LAUREL, you better stop getting me in trouble
But HARDY just trying to catch the bubbles
Stop waving your dang arms
But I can’t catch that farm
You’re getting me in double bubbles of trouble.
Written: Feb. 10, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
A Scene from Laurel and Hardy
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy,
Slapstick and comical beyond belief.
Legs dangle from bedroom window,
His head stuck, shouting for pain relief.
You’d swear it was Buster Keaton,
Or Charlie Chaplin in farcical capers.
Poor chap trying to rescue my keys,
Cruel observer sent a pic to the papers.
Harold Lloyd could play lead part,
My hero was no Fatty Arbuckle.
In distress I couldn’t help laughing,
Ss and full belly chuckle.
This affair was no silent movie,
Or indeed was it just black and white.
The day I locked myself out,
I’m in now and everything is alright.
The tender leaves of Laurel trees, reveals a name so rare,
a crown made of chartreuse shades is believed to show you care.
In the fourteenth century poet Petrarch adored his beloved’s mystery,
she was a queen with unknown identity and shared the same name as me.
My name is mine and only me can express the truth of grace,
at the time of my birth my mom could attest God made my tender face.
My name may not be well-known these days but I still love its beauty,
I show no fame nor hold a throne, but it’ll always be special to me.
I’ve read and learned what my name means and it seems I can be brilliant,
it’s been said that those who share the same can be quite resilient.
My mother named me knowing I’d be gifted in ways others may not be,
but no other woman with my name could be full of more possibilities.
Couplet with internal rhyme
January 8, 2017
Stan Laurel
thinks he can sing in reality he warbles
His best buddy Hardy slaps him quiet
Before he can start another riot.
Oliver Hardy
Is usually farty so he abstains from drink
Gormless Laurel slurps Manhattans all night
Warbling and singing without stage fright.
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In Loving Memory Of
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Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary
monument written in praise of a deceased person. Generally, epitaphs are
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s
life. They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.
He lands onto the highest perch,
"Top of the world, Ma, Top
of the world!" Who knows where
our Jimmy went if not there.
Before he was an aerialist,
he folded onscreen on his way to
the chair so that the boys who
followed him would have no
heir. Now, that's a hero,
grapefruit or no grapefruit.
***
(Bird watching on my porch)
Beautiful spring blooms
Decorate the light and dark
Essence of the heart
Laurel and Hardy
Stan Laurel
Playing clumsy funny squirrel
Babble utter nonsense.
Wakes up to enjoy sleep intense.
Oliver Hardy
Fits in slapstick comedy.
Toothbrush moustache
Wears sports jacket, loves to twiddle necklace.
10/27/21
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It takes a snake’s forked tongue to kiss and tell
My Blue Ridges turned a Bitter Eden
Of all I’ve known Love is a Laurel Hell
The lowest limb’s fruit all bruised and beaten
An ambiguous scratch comes on the face of reason
A sample of the universe hard wired to a voice
Mechanical in nature paying homage to its maker
Perhaps an internet connection or a ghost in the machinery
Gone wrong, gone haywire to the audible illusion of the truth
A misdirection of two words become confused
Go lost on streams of consciousness as blank
Something said that can not be repeated
A word escapes to have another fill its place
I guess we'll never know which one is fake
A static sound heard in the void as noise
A distortion generated by an accident
A girl says “Laurel” so what is that?
Some deconstructed fragmentation
A figment of the imagination
Yanny and Laurel rise
Lost in a fog the mind fills in the cracks
Do not trust the ear for what it hears
Next time speak to the hand
It is sure to understand the facts
You care about the Kardashian's and what celebrities are dating on Valentines
I care about Right and Hoping for the people of Palestine
I'm seeing people argue over what name they hear on a recording
It doesn't matter if you hear Laurel or Yanny because it's really not important
I don't know how to start this verse
Seeing the state the world is in, my heart is hurt
I'm seeing more heartbreaking things as each day goes by
People seem to focus on so many unimportant things and I don't know why
The Internet is one of the worst things to happen to this generation
Talentless people getting famous for being stupid, what happened to education?
Social media has turned most people into selfish souls
We no longer care for real life friends or love, acting like our own destiny isn't in our control
Someone tell me why Meek Mill got jailed for riding a dirt bike
But an old white man got house arrest for raping a 5 Year old, tell me how that crime wasn't worth life?
He's still free to attack more kids when he should have his genitals cut off
I'm seeing all of this on the news and you wonder why I'm shut off
Why would I believe in a system so broken?
I'm English so I shouldn't care about America is what they'll say
Am I wrong for believing in right and showing emotion?
The heart and Love I have, I refuse to let them take away
Tell me How can you walk past someone in need and not feel a thing?
How can you walk past an angel who's broken and not try to heal their wings?
But your on your knees praying to God when you're in need
But when everything is going right, you and God don't even speak
I'm not even religious, But I'm sick of living in a world of selfish hypocrites
I know they'll hate me for saying a lot of this
I'm focused on making it through today and anxious about what tomorrow will bring
While most of the world is focused with arguing about Yanny or Laurel and important things
I don't care about the Kardashian's or what couples have broke up before Valentines
I don't care about Jersey Shore, I believe in hoping for the people of Palestine
I don't care about arguing over a recording
The whole Laurel and Yanny debate really isn't important