Best Roland Poems

My Name Is Roland, Do You Want To Go Bowling
              chosen to...

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Dr. Ronald is a well known sadist.
     He hardly laughs to say the least.
       ...

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Mr MacPherson, a mathematician
Was married to Sally,a keen statistician.
With little division to trigger vexation
Their conjugal lives led to multiplication.
First Roland, then Harry and then the...

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I’ve placed it in the most visible place
This old photo of black and white
Taken in 1943, the edges worn and frayed  
Papa, Mama, and...

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The cold wind north, fate took its course
As fate is fain to do
For kings fall down, that bloody crown!
And still the eagle flew.

The time had...

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There once was a man named Roland,
Mr Noland went off to Poland,
He lost all his stuff
And that was enough,
Let's feel bad for Roland Noland....

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Limericks croises : Once a Rigolo Tennisman  
                ...

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Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland 
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade 
in the American night. You slammed...

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REMEMBER RUBEN
Sons of peasants 
Insolent and craving 
For Grandeur, nay for 
Moneys
Trampling to death, 
Proud, oh! Too proud
To see death beside
Just waiting the
Hour. 


Sons of...

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Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
	portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
	Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
	Cameos by Misty Marsh and...

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I am one woman band 
With a white Roland brand 
Grandiose though not grand 
Attuned to my command
Performs under my hand 
So here is where...

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The telephone rang, it was early dawn
The birds were unusually silent
Words came through like lightning bolts
‘Swallow me earth!  My pitiful plea
Scorched heart set afire!
Inconsolable,...

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As my uncle lay dying in his nursing home bed
He couldn't comprehend the words people said
For so many years his body declined
And Alzheimers disease had...

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That Genius Warren Zevon
By Roy Merritt

I was born to be dictator 
but I got no place to go
I got no government nearby 
that I could...

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Mauve tigers roam
Assiduously down the riverbed.
Roland, my soul’s wanderer,
Is getting the itch again.
Jalousies creak from frames high on the watch towers. Even
Ulysses begged for mercy...

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