Best Nancy Poems
Fancy Nancy
By Franklin Price
02/05/2020
Fancy Nancy drives me wild.
She is Speaker on the Hill.
Tore Trump's papers like a child.
That capped it off, I've had my fill.
But that's not how it started out
When Trump addressed the nation.
He came in with his speech in hand,
Up the steps to take his station.
Then he started out all wrong.
Gave her his speech as always done.
Nancy offered him her hand.
He ignored it, was the one.
I could almost understand,
Impeachment still was in the air.
She had control to not begin.
She was the Speaker that was there.
I saw the anger on each face,
As she sat down and he began,
He could have shook, but he did not,
He could have been the bigger man.
Neither helped to heal this land
All they did was up the score
Further opened up the wounds
To rub more dirt into the sore
Trump began State of the Nation
Talked about his great good deeds
As president, he was the one.
That worked to solve our nation's needs
Elephants clapped to hear the news,
Of all accomplished over three.
The Asses sat on silent hands
Cooperation not to be.
When Trump was through, all said and done
Pelosi had to be the one
She ripped her copy right in two
Said he had lied for twenty's run.
Voting time will be here soon.
We the People have the voice.
Should vote for ones we think the best.
The ones there now are our past choice.
Pelosi showed she's totally unfit
And cares about common folk not one whit
When touting Obama Care,
Said with her usual flair:
"Ya gotta read it to see what's in it!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Source: Nancy Pelosi's dumb statement at a news conference shortly after the Obama Care act was signed!
Entry for John Freeman's "Dumb and Dumber Personal Quotes" Contest
Tied for First Place.
In precious moments that I am with you
together sitting side by side we talk
my heart is glad to spend this time with you
as down the paths of memory we walk.
The little girls we were have long since grown
there is so much we've shared along the way
through joys and sorrows that we both have known
our laughter and our tears have paved the way.
Now we both have reached our middle years
as days unfold our future we will see
together we will face our joys and fears
our friendship will endure eternally.
I'm blessed to have this friendship dear and true
with all my heart you know that I love you.
This is dedicated to my dearest and closest friend
who I met when we were 8 years old. For 38 years
this friendship has grown strong and beautiful.
I love you, Nancy!
Unhooking the chain
I opened the rusty gates
to Olive Branch Cemetery
Hallowed ground of yesteryear
Peaceful as the name sounds.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God
A place where we our Savior meet
Near to the heart of God
Like a white butterfly fluttering from
One headstone to another headstone
where sweet clover blossoms rested their heads
protecting the ancestors of long ago—
Stopping by each one
I gently touch and wonder
Standing on rolling hills of countryside
Six-foot tall or five-foot short
giants of the soil
English honest proud
farmers tilling the land
children by their side helping
with French heritage mother
who listened to the tears,
cooked meals, washed clothes
lesser than the men but carried on.
Walking in time thinking, then
Seeing it!
I lifted up Nancy Emily’s initialed stone
N E P lying on the ground
young farm girl no state aid
rocking her baby boy
For when my heart is troubled, filled with fear,
Jesus whispers peace
Young lad gladdening saddened family hearts.
I wonder her pain kept a secret
Until descendants began to unearth
digging deeper than her simple grave
Nancy Emily, rest well knowing
your descendants are bright and fruitful
healing the sick
teaching children
keeping the law
at home and afar raising children to become.
Whispering hope, O how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice
Oh! Family of long ago
toiling planting reaping caring
lying now on former fields
with mottled stones announcing your place.
N E P stands upright.
Feeling like a mighty oak tree
faithful and fulfilled,
I leave
fastening tight the rusty gates—
past secured for future
You're kind of silly, and quiet too
You smell like chili and bird poo
This poem seems mean but its really nice
I hear your room is full of mice
Your hair is curly like my favorite fries
You've got booger brains in your eyes
Okay Ill stop now you're really my friend
& this poem has come to an end!
~Nancy Kay Lee~
(1712-1752)
Boston, Massachusetts
Herein lies a lady by the name of Nancy Kay Lee
Who just climbed a very tall tree.
A twig caught up her dress 'round
And she just fell all the way down.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
10.4.2014
Nancy turned to look my way,
Early morning, one spring day.
Her black eyes bright
Like a new moon's light,
She caught me unaware.
I looked in wonder back at her
As melancholy filled the air.
For a rising sun would part us,
With our hope of love left bare...
Unfettered years had passed us by,
When we met beneath a summer sky.
Wrapped in the arms of a weeping tree,
And a few precious moments left to be,
We lived the passion of that lost dream.
As flames consumed the veil of years
And warm caresses stripped our fears,
Below that new moon's pitch black light,
With just this one single precious night,
Our hearts, for now, were free.
Again in chilly autumn
I passed her on the street.
Far beyond the hopes of any dream -
I saw her look, her sideways glance,
I saw black fire and the trance
That thrilled so long ago…
Living is a mystery
As cold winter nights grow long.
With just melancholy memories,
And an old, unfinished song.
written 2016.11.12
entered in CONTEST 258 any form, any topic max of 36 lines -Brian Strand 2/4/2017 - placed 3rd
Let the Pens Flow - Narrative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Washington DC deeply mourns
Elegance at its best
The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest
The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN”
Nancy Reagan fits that caravan
Social butterfly
Nancy Reagan was her married last name
But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame
Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life
She lived throughout her creed
Her mission was to continue to proceed
Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world
The world’s heart captivated in tears
But her life contributed in having no fears
It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act
This is a true known fact
There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again
Ronald Reagan’s voice did call
I saved you a place to be by my side
Heaven was all prepared
The chariot was set just right
Suddenly there was a strong beaming light
Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright
It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up
I saw two flying Doves
It was each in enduring love
Nancy Reagan will be missed
She left an enriched and embraced life
But she also states, don’t mourn long for me
I am at rest in a place I want to be
Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see
But I want you to remember me as Nancy
You know, the one into fashion and fancy
My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED
This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived
Her devotion in time that she would normally give
Her motto, Live on, but be involved
The world’s problems, just try to solve
My legacy of who I was speaks for itself
Don’t think of me like everybody else
As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life
A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong
I hear music in my arrival
I hear singing of joy
My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still
I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
Nancy and Lyle are friends of mine. They had both been widowed. When they married it was very obvious that they were meant to be together. They had a mashed potato bar at their reception. I thought that it was a fun idea.
I went to a party the other night and it was quite nice and well above par,
And my favorite thing for the guests to enjoy was a mashed potato bar.
Into a champagne glass a generous scoop of mashed potatoes was placed,
Then I could add any topping to it that I wanted and season it to my taste.
So I took some green onions and some bacon bits and then just to please,
I added a dollop of sour cream and a scoop of melted nacho cheese.
To tell you how great it tasted would be to put the horse behind the cart,
I have to explain that my mashed potato creation was truly a work of art.
Those who were seated by me were nearly overcome by their temptation,
When I ate my mashed spud Mona Lisa the taste filled me with elation.
I went to get a second helping and duplicate the flavor and the joy,
But when I got to the serving table what I saw only served to annoy.
The ingredients that were set out had been completely changed,
Now I had to deal with the fact that everything had been rearranged.
And so to this mashed masterpiece I added pork that was wrapped in salty bacon,
I covered the whole thing in savory gravy it was another masterpiece in the makin’.
It seems I’ve threaded the needle and the odds for a second time I’ve topped,
The shifting choices of life have slowed me down but have not left me stopped.
Can you imagine the luck that I must have, to find something that was so nice,
Only to have my life get rearranged but then to find something that nice twice?
So raise a champagne tater glass to Nancy and Lyle and wish for them the best,
And hope that the gravy of their lives remains lump free for they are truly blest.
When I was eight years old, Nancy a stringy-haired blond, chose me to be her playmate. She idolized horses and always played "horsey" with me. Since I didn't know a horse from a dog in those days, the game was mostly Nancy acting like a horse and me standing around like "a bump on a log," and watching her prance around. She knew all the horse sounds too and what they meant: the neighing, nickering, snorting and sighing.
recess
kids swing laughing at us
bell rinngs
She was a gifted artist recognized for her drawings and one of her horse portraits won a regional contest! She also wrote poetry about horses--strikingly good for a pre-teen I never forgot her even though our friendship waned as we got older. I would write her a sonnet years later. . .
well endowed
older teen boys chased her
for a feel
I want some excitement in my life,
Other than just day dreaming all my life.
Thinking about the past days,
Where trust was the biggest maze.
Now all I can think about is my past fallacy,
When I thought friendship was easy .
When I thought life would be simple,
When I thought solution could easily be kindled.
Though not everyone can have a life of Tom Sawyer and Nancy Drew,
So stay strong and learn something new.
Follow your dreams too,
And excitement will come running to you!
Nancy and Joe
Put on quite a show,
Outdid themselves gaily in fashion.
What each of them got
Was what each was not;
So they had to make it on passion.
They bickered and swore,
Could stand it no more.
A contract in heaven seemed jaded.
The pity of this
Was each had to miss
The joy for which image was traded.
There once was a lady named Nancy
to whom Bob took an immediate fancy
so they wined and dined
and ate at restaurants refined
they were getting intimate after a while
until Bob saw her crack a smile
he thought there was something odd
of that thing that looked like a pod
so Bob walked in on her while she was in the can
and to his shock he found out Nancy was a man
now they're on the Jerry Springer show
fighting hard and exchanging blows
From the traces of Amelia Earhart
Her roots We could be tying
Considering how she had
Mastered "the Art of Flying"
So naturally doing her Snap rolls
The way a Computer geek
On the Internet, does his scrolls
Soaring through thin air
About the Earth's equator
Using her woman's intuition
To be her navigator
Knowing by heart, all the dangers
Of taking such a risk
Believing, solely, within herself
That "People are only killed by Cockiness"
Despite, how Our courageous Amelia
Had cold disappeared
Was Nancy still fascinated
Feeling worse things to have feared
Like being made to stay from
The one thing she did desire
Recalling how Confidants
Tried to convince her to retire
Although, She would Never give up
The freedom of flying her XL 300 Plane
Pressing on, with A sunny disposition
Ignoring the possiblities of there being rain
Because she had a "rep to protect"
Being a Stunt Pilot, Nationally known
Becoming right before Our very eyes
A legend to her death tragically flown
Upon "staying the course"
Like the crew of Colmbia Seven
Looking to defeat all odds
Getting lost between earth and heaven
Putting a damper on her plans
For futhering her flight thru the friendly skies
Except in the Spirit, appearing as a Cloud of Smoke
From which We choke in between the Cries