Best Nora Poems
Europe was frozen in a tide of hate
The genius Jew was being persecuted
Bound to the intransigence of fate
His violin played the tunes they executed
Now it was time to think as they electrocuted
The hopes of young people in the dawn of their history
Whose own stories would have so much mystery
Down in the baker’s the story ran around
Hitler was marching to a frenzied tune
He bruised the flowers underneath the ground
And told them works of genius had no boon
While the bridal pair planned their honeymoon
On country roads, a visit to the town
Where they would see wonders and a family found
The day of the wedding dawned so fair
It would seem creation began again
Every single person going there
Wore the best they could, the men
With dark serge suits, and a fountain pen
For Granddad to write to his daughter
Who lived across three thousand miles of water
The wedding Nora had lived for all her life
Now like fate, could be too late to cancel
Nothing would please her more than being a wife
No longer a woman her relatives liked to spancel
They went the evening before to the quiet chancel
Made their vows in private for each other
Far away, war’s declaration on a brother.
His thoughts were far away this harvest morning
The corncrake singing in the flowery ditch
Struck into his heart like a heavy warning
That life was choked with love, so rich
A fantasy dove-tailing in augured pitch
Be faithful to me, the bird sang, my husband
I never want to wear another’s riband
She wore the oyster dress her sister gave her
It was soft and crumpled like a clotted cream
Her veil was raised when he kissed her
And she thought she was fainting from the dream
What could matter now, but what could seem
His handsome face, his hair so fine and black
There wasn’t one feature where he lacked
Her face was lovely as a golden flower
Her dress, a simple thing with fine kick-pleat
It lay like wisps of cloud upon her tower
Where beauty, youth and kindness all could meet
Such tiny pearls slid on her throat so neat
Their hour of tortured chastity was over
Profusion, perfection, they were like gods in clover.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley from "In Memory of Her", 2004 Dublin
Categories:
nora, visionary, wedding, wind, ,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
ODE TO NORA
Never been encountered,
desire so much desired
On the verge of being so wanted,
attractiveness becomes attraction
Ravished at natures’ skills,
compatibility made so compatible
Acclaimed with the right appeal,
lust turns to love!
Categories:
nora, love,
Form:
Ode
Getting high off 'Mary Jane'
that pungent potent weed
sticking needles in your veins
and getting higher than you need
'Aunt Nora' wont let you blow your nose
'French fries' will leave you in its throes
Moonshine will make you slur your speech
and sobriety may be too far to reach
'Scooby snacks' is not an overwhelming joy
Your brain it will soon destroy
All of the above will cause you pain and strife
Throw them all out (Mary Jane too?)
and get high with a drug called life!
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Street Name - Drug
--------------------------
Mary Jane ----------Marijuana
Aunt Nora ----------Cocaine
French Fries - ------Crack
Scooby Snacks----- Ecstasy
Categories:
nora, addiction, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
She wouldn't want to bore ya,
but there's something about Nora.
Things physical, not audi
fly away from her body,
Fail to nail the counter,
hit the deck all around her--
A zillion spills to mop up:
coffee grinds, egg shells, & catsup.
"Magnificent Uncoordinated
Movements," an old boyfriend said,
In and out of bed. Still, There
Was Something About Nora.
Categories:
nora, funny
Form:
Rhyme
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com
The Super Snow Moon lighted our bleeding hearts,
That we’re staging the National Arts Month in February;
It reminded us to the king like the powerful wolf
Who defaced the rules of artistry
That he butted his unverified thoughts
To the heroine’s genuine and overconfident performances of art
That surpassed beyond a national badge of honor.
Aunor’s highly praised body of work inspires us
And her humble legendary origin conquers the borders
Of music, television, film and theater.
In our digital age, her extraordinary achievements
In various international film festivals crown her
As world-class actress.
Her artistic and brilliant talents exceeded the elements
Of being the National Artist,
But a thunder and lightning of judgment
Seemed like a twist from a daylight to Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse,
That disgraced the discretionary power of the king,
Who included undesirable factors other than artistry
And unceremoniously deleted her honor.
The resounding assertions of the noble souls
May have figuratively incarnated the national icon,
May have patriotically penned Nora Aunor’s magnificent works,
And may have glorified back the artistic contributions of a genius,
Who shall have been lionized for being...
The people’s National Artist!
Categories:
nora, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I see the girl
with a smile in her eyes
How is it I suddenly realize
her name I know, Nora
She appears whenever
I'm ill at ease
Her eyes they flirt and tease
I smile and all is good
because of Nora
Others I tell of Nora
how I begin to adore her
The times we spend hand and hand
always together but never planned
always with my Nora
At last this cannot be
for others never can see
and judging they doubt me
troubled my mind must be
for Nora is only imaginary
Against my will
forced on pills
Therapy to save me
from the girl
only I can see
Tears fill the smiling eyes of Nora
She left me blue and cold
for her they took and stole
It's been awhile I never smile
cured by medicine and misery
Nora I can no longer see
It's been awhile and I can't recall
what was the name I never saw
Was she just a trick in my mind
erased by cures and passage of time
Could I feel what wasn't real
Stress is strong
something so wrong
I want more
then the medication I can afford
Feeling ill I flush those pills
After awhile
I hear and see
the face with the eyes
that smiled for me
She places her hand into mine
whispers that I'm her valentine
Happy I am to see her again
forgiving me now together we will be
For I will never tell
of the one who delights and thrills
No one needs to know
of the girl my heart keeps and holds
Nora
Categories:
nora, imagination, sick, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
She evens the score:
a spoonful of applesauce meant for the mouth
hits the floor.
She's famous for a lack of aplomb,
applesauce -- a time bomb.
She gives you the dropsies,
objects that fly, no reason why.
Scary thoughts that come unbidden,
hers alone. I will not own.
Crossing Nora? Don't try it.
You'll live to decry it.
She's whatever haunts you,
seems to want you, but
send white light.
She fades from sight.
Categories:
nora, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Little Nora and Grandpa Bill
sit on swings in Grandma’s garden.
A hummingbird arrives to sample
the brilliant flowers at this buffet.
Grandpa Bill sees a teaching moment
and asks little Nora with a smile
if hummingbirds have beaks or bills.
Little Nora has a teaching moment,
says, “Grandpa, they have straws."
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
nora, bird,
Form:
Blank verse
Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery
Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation
The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions.
We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing?
Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there.
Slowly open the door. The baby is fast asleep; there is no music.
My husband and I look at our son; he is a live doll, all cuddled up.
His tummy breathing in and out rapidly, his eyelashes remarkable.
What do you think it was? My husband whispers.
I know who it was. It was my grandmother’s song; my song.
The one she sang to me when I was a baby. Nora is here, I tell him.
She must be Jerry’s guardian angel. My husband smiles and winks.
We go back to the kitchen, the song is coming through the monitor.
A song of love, a song of expectation, a song of pure joy and wonder.
We do not go back up, for we know that our baby is in the best hands.
Surrounded by the ethereal arms of an angel, my grandma Nora.
Categories:
nora, baby, grandmother, spiritual,
Form:
Prose
Lumber Jack likes his pancakes with kernels of sweet Iowa corn
Freshly picked out of his Great Grandma Nora’s garden
She spoils him by warming up his maple syrup and melting his butter.
He is a forty-six-year-old great grandson who lives at home
With his mother’s grandmother,
a kind hearted woman whom he carries from room to room
because at ninety-six her legs stopped working.
She does for him, and he does for her.
It is the best relationship he has ever had.
Categories:
nora, grandmother,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Her name was Nora, she had not had a house since she was in her twenties.
Parents died, her money ran out, her emotional illness kept her in the streets.
She was not just content, she was happy. Her life was fine; she had friends.
She sang, danced, and played her days away. In the evenings she had a fire.
“Here’s our girl!” her friends said. They shared what they had, which was little.
It was more than enough. She did not worry about paying rent or utilities.
She felt sorry for those who worked eight hours a day to pay for empty houses.
She could not imagine a day without friendship, dancing, singing and play.
The Apocalypse is coming, someone said tonight as they stood by the fire.
They laughed.
Wondering why the suits wearing tennis shoes were wearing masks.
Are they all going to do surgery? Jett asked.
There was more laughter.
They did not know about the pandemic.
They were simply loving their lives.
Categories:
nora, life,
Form:
Free verse
NORA
Carefree-spirited, wild at heart she sped down the steep streets of San Fransisco
Racing heart torn to pieces pounding from her chest, even after a bottle of Cisco
Wiping copious tears, but the dam burst, the outpouring she won’t control
Deep was their love, despair had broken her and stolen her spirited-soul
No stopping the storms of thoughts, she cries out to the sky, we were a pair
The night you didn’t see her, but she saw you with her, was too much to bear
Off to her lover’s concert gig that night at the club, numb to the world
No need for a ticket stub, she’s cool, Nora is the guy in the band’s girl
She parks her motorcycle and removes something from the saddle bag
In a hurry to carry out her goal, tonight is the night, there’s no time to lag
Distraught, destroyed, defeated, and numb she strolls on through a crowd
Pushes her way to the stage, edging closer in front of him, the music is loud
Left hand reaches into jacket pocket, she places gun to head
My beautiful cousin, at only nineteen she fell to the floor dead
At my age it was so painful, I kept it inside, nowhere to run, hiding my strife
I didn’t want to burden my mother over a broken heart, so I took my own life.
They took a leisurely stroll amidst the gardens of the Ferndale Park
Nora’s auburn braided hair resembled the clustering of cedar tree bark.
With their smooth silky lustering texture, flickering golden highlights.
As sunlight filtered through the branches, twigs and leaves, it ignites.
Aunt Olivia and Nora walked away hand in hand up the busy dirt trail.
It’s not the last time I’d see Nora, but this memory makes me wail.
Categories:
nora, death, deep, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel for next-house Nora
Getting poorer and poorer:
A plant facing stem borer
While she seems a goal scorer
Her idle hours rarer
State of things not fairer...
Nora's younger: Victoria
Is doing well in Pretoria
And her cousin Eugenia
Sure to become engineer ;
In South Africa clever
And there could live forever
No causeless xenophobia
When with host shares her beer...
I feel for striving Nora
Refused loan by rich Dora
Who drives the cleanest Bora
And exudes sparkling aura.
Sorry we say to Nora
Sleeping lightly; no snorer.
Categories:
nora, absence, allusion, cry, money,
Form:
Rhyme
gorgeous pink castle with rainbow unicorn
glittery dazzling flakes of winter beauty
sparkle as they flutter down over and over
shaken by Nora, a delighted princess
she revels that she can hold her kingdom in her hands
smiling as her ballerina dances in rhythm to the floating flakes
snow globe magic enticing an eight-year-old girl
Categories:
nora, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Free verse
In vacant halls, in her negligee,
A marvelous dream is Nora Grey.
Moonbeams scatter as she goes,
She smells of the rose!
She's in a purple mood,
Enjoying the quietude;
And longing for,
Thinking of,
Missing the past-
It went too fast!
Night plays a summer tune-
The jasmine's in bloom!
The spirit of yesterday
Has come here to stay!
Empty halls echo the night,
Windows admit silver moonlight;
Suddenly, in the chill,
She feels the thrill!
Nora Grey dreams of yesterday,
And wishes that got away.
Midnight stars shine where they are;
Like rays, memories come from afar.
Categories:
nora, desire, imagery, memory, moon,
Form:
Rhyme