Best Nobel Poems
Nobel autumn.
Rustling winds expose your frame,
To cold, damp and dreaded name.
Wind scars slash at dying summer,
Rain re-echo’s the little drummer.
Middle aged gnarled to aching spur,
Boorish zephyr chills a dreaded allure.
Stooped, naked, shamed to despair,
You gather your strength. Send a flare.
Of gold, ochre, saffron flames of red,
A last stand, against the gelid dread.
As Cu Chulainn fought to the bitter end,
You flicker gleam my autumn friend.
S.de B© 2012.
Alfred Nobel
You had the mind for art and science,
shared business interest with your father,
not broken even when you lost your brother –
will to achieve by work inspired.
You built a fortune and empire,
busy yet lonely in affairs.
Metaphysical reality
in life of struggle you acquired.
You changed the lives of many people,
sensitive was your noble spirit:
the poet, peace maker and scientist.
Entire mankind you enabled
with gift of fortune, nobility.
You changed the world and our reality.
© A. R.Wielgus 2014
NOBEL PRIZE WINNER?
Nasal, sand paper gritty voice.
Why did he win the poetry Nobel?
“The answer my friend” may be
“blowin’ in the wind.”
What were the Swedes thinking
when they voted, what were they on?.
Probably sat around
saying
“everybody must get stoned.”
Some probably opposed the vote
How could it be unanimous?
The yeas said “don’t stand in the
doorway, don’t block up the hall.”
The chair tried to contact this
great man of counterculture
poetry. No response. The notice
on his website taken down.
Surly, snarling, reclusive.
His thought might have been
“Go away from my window……
I’m not the one you need.”
Will he come to Stockholm?
Will he stay hidden?
Perhaps we should ask
Quinn the mighty Eskimo.
With the brain, body and behaviour
Of a young boy,
I was standing in a hollow hall,
Continuously staring the art
Of a young artist in free verse,
On the front wall.
Finding the same category
Between us,
I said, “Hi”
And suddenly
All walls replied back.
Is it any sci-fi?
I discovered
That walls have tongue
Not only an ear.
They can also speak,
As they
Can hear.
I discovered a lot more things
And started waiting
For noble prize,
But when I reached
Higher grades
Books said, “Surprise”
All the prizes
Of my discoveries
Were already given away,
And now I am discovering
That what discoveries
Are not done until today.
THE COW NOBEL PRIZE MYSTERY
How come more cows
Don’t win Nobel prizes
And trophies of different sizes
With questions of why s and how s ?
It’s not the size of their feet
Nor their horns nor their udder
Nor the lack of an intellectual rudder
Which makes them easy to beat
No - they’re just much too lazy.
It’s far easier to cow-walk
Than to argue and cross-talk
In a meadow hot and hazy.
So, in Nobels they’re always last;
But if these cleft-foot guys wise-up
They’d soon be picking a prize up
And the size of their prize would be vast.
Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement
regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties tiredly sashays
with keeping house receiving praise
the second Sunday each May, her
tired body sprawled on chaise
lounge, perhaps basking in solar rays
communing with Gaia, who whiz
bruiting with sky goddess
defying forecasters prediction, no slate grays
pose dampening effect on huzzahs
regaling torchbearer diploid as amaze
zing newlife, where loving labor pays
more than fine spun gold cherishing
offspring in her nurturing ways.
Paean dutiful daily deference, I dole
ensconced with pineapple getup
surfing the cyber sea, this hyperbowl
lee, yet deserved dignity deifying dames,
who bear brunt whole
ding potent biological reproductive role
de facto duty honorably decreed
tribute paid despite commercialized
money making hyped up rigamarole,
nonetheless yours truly accentuates sole
sans, progenitor of human race
saddled with disproportionate/ unfair toll.
To President Trump a special thanks :
for pulling old glory from Syria's chemical maze
for bringing rocket man to the negotiation table
perhaps making the 38th parallel just a little more stable.
Thanks for fighting for all the babies embattled in the womb
for pulling peace, through strength, out of its iron tomb
for sealing Uncle Sam's piggy bank to a number of terrorist nations
who've threatened us for decades with nuclear annihilation.
Thanks for signing into law long awaited prison reform
so, a balanced scale of justice will become the blessed norm.
Though they call you cold hearted and bold font your many flaws
they never mention the giant door and welcome mat in the center of your wall.
But in the meantime you need to shut down that big pie hole
because all this childish drama is getting a little old!
This letter arrived this morning..
"Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you
That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art
And the diversity and universality of myth
Your work illuminates the human condition in the world of today
You have therefore been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature
Cheers, you're the man."
What audacity
To disturb this idiosyncratic taste bubble
This stun and cut bluestocking
My 35 second play
My mango tango d drops
My surgical quality
I ain't getting on a horizontal float wheel
Stockholm can screw themselves
When reprobate blackguards are inferring
I'll stay here
If there's a need for shooting to start
I'll start shooting
Fun bags and polluted cities
Round off my morning, honey
Time for a tea
Medieval queens used to drink pints
I'll 'ave two for breakfast
I am not for sale Stockholm
Captain Hook went to Eton
I've got my bachelors
Leave this knack mental giant alone by-blows
Nobel Prize to a Noble
Sometimes it will happen
as the rain in summer
Sometimes it will happen
as the pearl in the oyster
Today it has happened
as a wonder of this world
Greatness has been bestowed
on a man of noble intentions
Controversy is never new,
it is older than human;
but if Obama by his deeds
fulfils the wish of millions
and heralds peace and harmony,
shall we not thank the Nobel Academy
for its trust in a man with a noble heart
to wipe out war from our dear earth!
Hearty congratulations to Obama Barack for winning the Nobel Peace Prize 2009
Grand Citations of The Still Sober
In Neared Radios of Fresh October
And one had in mind a Graham Greene
But - Lo! - Some Newly Discovered Being:
“Greene had a bit got sensational,
His rejection not intentional.
Next, Some Writer with Proverbial Gun
But-Sorry-Rubber Bullets of Fun
A Gordimer Admirer piteous
But to Nobel “Pharisee-Righteous”
And therefore, should not cross The Gate
At its Precincts continue to wait…
A Rock Musician surprised by it:
He hadn’t realized The Candle lit:
Said to have delayed Letter of Thanks,
Afraid of Enemies’ Armored Tanks!
But his had been Years of Passion
What he did poetically fashion.
Churchill for “Speeches that fought Hitler”
How dare you hold such effort littler?
Pleasantest Surprise: Albert Camus?
With Dagger-Point Sentences he slew;
Calculate it: at just Forty Four
Clarity had him pushed to The Fore…
Nobel Prizes don’t aim to surprise
But might keep coming as A Surprise!
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The difference of works within budget
on works realized is a buffet
no higher math could explain
efforts to explain thus vain
Nobel Prize To whom made this gadget !
NOBEL PRIZE TO A THIEF!
- Dharga Nagar Safa
Award a Nobel reward,
To the thief,
Thieving theft!
Whatever happened with Bob Dylan and the Nobel Prize?
I remember it vaguely, for I was sailing afar
There was no response when the announcement was made
Just silence, with the door left ajar
Bob won the Prize in 2016
Or so they said up in Sweden
But where was Bob when the announcement was read?
Was he laying down on his big brass bed?
Would he ever respond to that which was said?
Or was he just blowin’ in the wind
The time clicked on, for days and weeks, but still no answer came.
How many days must a board wait long, before the prize be claimed?
His clothes were dirty, his hands were clean
He was the best thing we’d ever seen
Perhaps he was down in New Orleans
But hardly a word was framed
He had to perform, or lecture it’s called
To claim the booty that accompanied
The prize itself, a $900K bounty
Which required a song and his company
Bob was the first songwriter it seems
To receive the prestigious award
But the ceremony took place in a private affair
And they said that Bob appeared bored
He finally replied in a letter
And basically said there were better, than he
He claims he shouldn’t have ever been one
To stand with the literature giants who’d come
Before him, like Hemingway, Kipling, and Shaw
His songs weren’t the same, that’s just what he saw
He thought he was more like Shakespeare
who was often concerned
with matters like craft, crowds, and crowns
For he was a playwright and wanted to know
If the people were there from all of the towns
Not whether his words were of literary note
But where would he find a skull he could tote
For what is an artist, can it truly be known?
Perhaps not in his time for the artist alone
But the academy didn’t agree with his words
In fact they felt like this was absurd, for they saw
One who “created poetic expressions
within the great American song tradition”
And wanted to show that his compilation
Of songs were important to all generations!
And so, Bob Dylan won the prize
And I for one am glad
For his words are poetic and awesome in size
Although often they happen to criticize
The ones who are trying to politicize
The people are crying and along with their cries
“The times, they are a changin’”
Yes, “the times, they are a changin’”
--All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com
Before me sight I Halting Dump
And I need to over it jump.
If my zeal be crushed into powder,
You wouldn’t see a face prouder.
Just asking that you retain The Lamp
That makes A Champ of An Agreed Tramp;
A firm will gives one to start chasing
After what Life holds in its casing.
Three years back uploaded not a verse
And the picture now a sweet reverse;
What if I’d lost to The Tightening;
Last air suck in face whitening?
Troublesome corpse after interment,
Quarrelsome Grave of heard rude comment,
The sky causing to be cloudier,
Disorganized systems rowdier…
Poetry Soup: second to just Nobel!
Why should I care if others rebel?