Best Ron Poems
I want to thank the both of you,
for all the things I could not do.
The great music, and theme you used,
and Special effects, superbly infused.
Ron's input was so clever and wise.
Maria's direction, was greatness applied!
So much appreciation in all you do.
This humble writer, thanks both of you.
Thanking Maria Williams and Her Husband
Ron Williams for creating a video on a poem
I wrote A Wish Upon A Star. They both
magically produced and created the video
and Musical production of my Poem. She has
done one for Silent One The Gangster Power
or Betrayal? which received 84000 views on
her YouTube Poetic Rythm Channel. She has
also done Tom Woody's,The Spirit, The Water
and The Blood. She also did a collaboration
with Ink Empress Glass Throne and Maria's
King Of Thrones that received support from
world sponsor International group "No More"
that promotes world wide Humanitarian
support for those being abused and
empowering them to break free of such abuse.
Their Poetic songs have been selected to be
promoted around the world to empower
women and men against controlling abuse.
Please go to her YouTube channel subscribe
and like and comment. I am so grateful for
Maria and Ron including me in their
collaborations of Iconic song videos, A Wish
Upon A Star. So much appreciative of Maria
and Ron's efforts. God bless them both...
Categories:
ron, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Away from Rome they drive two-hundred miles
Calabria is their destination.
A wedding at the villa; they’re all smiles!
It’s a time for joyous celebration.
On August twenty-second, guests shall see
a lady fair with her own “honey-poo,”
the union of two soul mates meant to be!
My wish is that their love stay strong and true.
For Dr. Ram Metha's Contest on the form Epithalamium
Categories:
ron, wedding
Form:
Epithalamium
Producing Music videos that touch our hearts.
Maria Williams and her husband Ron receive high marks.
They put Poetry into Visual Musical Sounds and
leave the viewers Amazed and Spellbound.
So talented are they both to create and share.
Just ask the Poet's of their work, together as a pair.
Go to YouTube type in Poetic Rythms and see.
All Maria Williams supporters, watch, and comment Please.
Maria and her husband Ron have done
videos for Tom Woody, Silent One, and
others on the Soup. Please support her
Channel Poetic Rythms on YouTube
and comment on all the great Poetic
Videos Maria and Ron have done. My
two favorites are Step Ever So Light,
and Tom Woody's The Spirit, The Water,
& The Blood. She is currently working
on one of mine. All that support Maria
with her Poetry please go to her YouTube
Channel Subscribe and comment, I am
sure she will appreciate it, and who knows,
your poem might be next she and Ron
produce. Again please subscribe to her
channel. Those that do thank you and
I'm sure Maria appreciates it...
Categories:
ron, appreciation, creation, music, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Limping Ron was limping on,
In-grown toe nails aren't much fun,
Two on one foot hard to bare
Doctor said they'll need much care,
When will his walking stick be gone?
Categories:
ron, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Resigned to my isolation,
stuck in stasis sure as death
Weary of my solitude
and pained to not be by myself.
I went out to find the crowd
for comfort and, for company.
In each face I saw allowed,
reflections of the prison of me.
Sharp and cutting as a knife,
it did cleave to the bone
each was trapped in his own life.
Even together; all are alone.
I returned to my cell
full of dread and, distress.
Each man creates his own hell;
mine - my lingering loneliness.
Categories:
ron, introspection, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Lyric
How I recall the day we saw
The running of the train
A booming voice filled all the earth
"Behold the great Ron Dayne!"
As did their forebears once of old
The enemy contain
So did these Spartans hope to hold
The thundering Ron Dayne
Could this ferocious force be checked?
The answer quickly came
For the first four plays alone did yield
Seventy-four yards to Dayne
Alas, State gave their best defense
Yet their efforts were in vain
Two hundred fourteen rushing yards
Amassed by mighty Dayne
"Thank you Son", said my ol' Dad,
"For our time at this game"
And I will treasure evermore
The day we saw Ron Dayne
Sept. 3, 2016
Commemorating Michigan St. vs. Wisconsin - Oct. 23, 1999
Final: Wisconsin 40, Michigan St. 10
Categories:
ron, father son, football, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
all these shades of blue
that i've passed through.
echoes from way back
reflect on days brand new.
oh! i have been
sky-blue falling
sea-blue diving
and Indigo
came so hard, you know
it made it seem
I was lost in dream
turquoise mountains
majesty above
the cobalt ground.
none ever lingered
too long and most
never held me down.
for with all the living
the taken and given
this big blue marble
just keeps spinnin' 'round
man! i sure could use
a guitar solo, right about here...
Categories:
ron, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ron Paul is the man.
He stands for liberty true.
He's proven it too.
'Nuff Said.
For the mavericks contest. It's a Senryu, but I added another 2 syllable line.
Categories:
ron, political,
Form:
Senryu
His words are wisdom
his heart is strong
this man of poetry
one of the kindest
I have known
friendship he offers
to anyone , anywhere
as he writes of lessons
he has learned on his way
poetry of his heart, shared
love for his family
the words to his song
a husband, a father, a friend
one that has impressed me
for so long
Categories:
ron, friendship,
Form:
Narrative
I paid solemn visitation to the site
of The Unknown Girlfriend's Tomb
to give honor and pay respects
to romance slain
on the battlefield of love.
No wreath of tears did I lay there
I wore no black armband of regret
there was no mournful bugle call
silently did I salute
lovers lost,? ?who sacrificed all.
And in memory did I recount vividly
the ambushes,? ?skirmishes and attacks
in the bedrooms and the bars
and looked at my oft wounded heart
no longer bloodied but,? ?bearing scars?
My hand I laid upon the? ?cold hard stone
of memorial,? ?to every anonymous amour,
who by Cupid's lead arrows had been slain
and uttered the survivors thanks
for experience,? ?strength and wisdom gained.
Then walked home alone,? ?in the rain.
Categories:
ron, allegory, lost love
Form:
Free verse
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
Became good friends much later in life
Never known a tighter bond
Could even go years without seeing Ron
Nothing would change I know
A friend like him happens once in a lifetime
Going on like a great river flows
A friendship that no matter how we feel
Just seems never ever to falter
At this advanced stage in both of our lives
A friendship nothing can alter
We see each other on Wednesday evenings
On our regular Euchre night
It's enough to keep our friendship alive
Through our ferocious Euchre fight
So three cheers for my good buddy Ronald
If I move many miles away
I'll always remember “Later-On-Ron”
I think of my friend every day
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
ron, friendship, friendship, friend, friendship,
Form:
Quatrain
Each of us has a unique set of memories when we think of someone. Each of us has our
own "piece" of him that we take through life. These few are just some of the memories I
keep as treasures of my brother, Ron. It was his death from ALS that prompted me to write.
I remember him as the son of a father, who worked hard to raise his children with the values
of love, respect, conscience, and devotion.
I remember him as the father, who worked hard to provide his own children an education in
the values of life.
I remember him as a boy, who loved to play with trains, erector sets, and bicycles.
I remember him as a man, who loved to work with his hands in repairing motors or could fix
the leakiest of faucets.
I remember him as an adolescent, who never had a problem in finding friends.
I remember him as a man, who like a lone wolf, many times trod his course alone.
I remember his love of driving around on Lower Wacker Drive, singing Irish folk songs.
I remember him as a man, who was sometimes frustrated by his inability to repair his
favorite car.
I remember him as a friend, who helped me to learn how to play games as a child.
I remember him as a brother, who continued to play the game of life with wit and humor
even in dark times.
I remember him as a man, who was never too busy to help someone else, whether they be
family, friend, or neighbor.
I remember him as a man, who asked no help for himself in his most desperate challenge.
I remember him as a man of dry humor, misplaced witicisms, and constant exchanges of
laughter.
I remember him as a brother, who's only claim to fame was caught on film at a First
Communion party, and who's face always turned red when someone reminded him of it.
I remember him as a man, who courageously faced a battle he knew he could not win.
I remember him as a man, who loved God, and may only have found out how deeply when
he neared the end of his journey to be with Him.
I remember him with love, respect, and gratitude...for letting me remember.
Dan Cwiak
Categories:
ron, brother, death, dedication, family,
Form:
Blank verse
Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right
They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo' she get in bed
So I follered huh one night to see
Lemme tell ya I seent real good
Dat woman spose'd to be lovin me,
Sportin ah nuthah main, in yonder wood
ME, I tries to be uh good main
work ever day; try t' serve da lord
My woman wanna ride in Cadillacs
Alls I own is uh beat down Ford
Ever night she cum home sweatin
ev'n tho the weather been steady cool
I'll make a flea uh wrestlin jacket
fo I let huh make me uh fool.
Bag packed, gwine to da railroad track
catch me uh train to eny'where good
If'n ya wanna fine dat woman I lef behine
Dig down deep, in yonder wood.
Categories:
ron, black-african amerwoman, night, me,
Form:
Narrative
Blues
are cutting me like a knife
all the way down
down to my soul
somebody please play some rock? '?n?' ?roll
maybe if i can get up and,? ?bop and stroll
it might be balm
for these blues
cutting me like a knife
like a mill-wheel grinding me
Blues
wear me down
i am ground up like fine meal
won't somebody throw down some jazz
something smooth-melodic,? ?to help me heal
cause i can not deal
with blues,? ?like a mill-wheel turning
turning to grind me down
every note pierces my heart with pain
change the music but refrain
from the same.? ?play ska,? ?gospel or reggae
rap or metal to chase my blues away
except country of course with its repeat
of loss,? ?despondency and defeat
that pierce my heart,? ?pierce my heart,? ?as if a pike
cause the stories told are so much like
the Blues
Categories:
ron, sadme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Oh I love to dance but,? ?I am no great dancer
And,? ?i love romance but,? ?I'm not a take a chancer.
Give me a steady beat and,? ?I'll still hit the floor,
?'?cause I'm the only one I ever boogie for
But romance is dance designed exclusively for two?'
Skittish at the risks involved?; ?its a step I no longer do.
Now,? ?I have been a lover and a fighter but,? ?it's been
many long years gone since I engaged in a fight
And loving I do only from a distance but,? ?I have
always been a poet,? ?so most of all,? ?I sit and write.
Categories:
ron, introspection, life, on writing
Form: