Best Roy Poems
In the land where children play.
A boy named Roy would sleep all day.
No matter what his friends all said.
The boy would not get out of bed.
For he was very bored with toys.
The ones for little girls and boys.
He said that they were all the same.
The cars and trucks and every game.
But then one day Roy got a book.
He figured he would take a look.
And when he opened up the cover.
Of books he soon became a lover.
He read the book from front to back.
He read about a boy named Jack.
And all about a silver train.
And then about a place called Spain.
He read about each moon and star.
And just how far away they are
He learned of ancient histories.
And many science mysteries.
Soon he had a big collection.
Of which the boy had great affection.
His favorite thing to do was read.
He learned to do it with great speed.
One afternoon a friend came by.
And asked if he could also try.
To read a book instead of play.
Immediately, Roy said, ‘You may.’
Soon his books were being read.
By Sue and John and little Ted.
That’s how the land of toys became.
The land of books instead of games.
For Francine Roberts' Children in Rhyme contest, by Samia Arroyo
center>ROY ROGERS
Roy Rogers on Trigger his horse
Was a regular tour de force
He made it his quest
To clean up the West
Then end with a love song of course
2nd May 2022
High Noon poetry contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
lyRical safe
i don't think sO
why the bus there is
as danGers as the sitting in my own homE
i am a Coward
i do shake with fear
for i am sure of my death
i am a citizens of the United States
a Land that Is loved by me
but give me No rights
gives me no protection under The law
how else cOuld someone rob my safe despot box
in broad day light
i the coward dare Not speak up
i the coward was shaking in my boots
when i saw the man in the red turban
standing there in the bank
as i came from the should be safety deposit box
the box that was fill with my lyrics
the lyrics the famous keep stealing
the lyrics that where under lock and key?
i do hate the coward in me
what do you think (Wikileaks)
A song came on the jukebox and we listened with intent
He sang "Only The Lonely" with a voice that was heaven sent
I was only in eighth grade, a few years from being a man
There was "Blue Angel" and "I'm Hurtin' " and I became a die hard fan
We'd go downtown to the Coffee Cup to hang out and have some fun
Play some music and have a soda, "Running Scared" was number one
"Crying" is still a favorite, played "Candy Man" and "Dream Baby" so loud
I was mesmerized the first time I heard Roy Orbison sing "The Crowd"
There was "Evergreen", Working For The Man" and "Leah" in the year of 62
"In Dreams" , "Falling" , "Distant Drums" and I still love "Blue Bayou"
Roy rocked the house with "Mean Woman Blues"
"What'd I Say" made us put on our dancing shoes
"Indian Summer", "Indian Wedding", "She Wears My Ring"
"Oh Pretty Woman", "It's Over", "Goodnight" Roy would sing
When Roy sang "Lana" it would tear you apart
Don't forget "Breakin' Up is Breakin' My Heart"
When Roy sang, you didn't know which song to choose
He'd make you rock, make you cry, make you feel the blues
When Roy sang, he'd put a smile on your face
When Roy sang, the world seemed a better place.
Tribute to the greatest, bar none, singer song writer of all time.
Here I have something not all of you may know.
It is a mnemonic of the rainbow.
Here are colors of the visible spectrum.
The sun’s rays coming in a continuum.
This is the light shining during the day.
Throughout time, it has been coming our way.
There is red, orange, green, and indigo
as well as, blue, violet, and yellow.
After a rain, we see a parabola.
This is a colorful phenomena.
It is part of nature’s ongoing show.
We’ve witnessed them for as long as we know.
Uncle Roy written by Shadow Hamilton
As the evening drew in and birds settled to roost
the world seemed to give a collected sigh
as it stood poised waiting in the wings
the time had now come to gather up a soul
For a long time he had fought the invertible
reluctant to the end to leave and travel on
memories flashed past his eyes like a cine film
as a child playing with his siblings teasing Joyce
Play fighting with John rolling together over and over
learning the lessons of life and then a trade
meeting his Irish lassie so bonny, building a life
grieving together when children failed to join them
An upright man of principles that he held dear to his heart
Roy built a good life for himself and his Irish lassie Ann
standing strong for her when she was ill with tuberculosis
nursing her back to health passing his strength on to her
Wisely investing in his company shares they were never in need
were able to retire to the country for a new style of life
making many friends in their small village and just enjoying
their twilight years together with their two cats
Finally he had to leave to travel beyond the veil
today we attend his funeral trying to make sense
of why he was snatched when life was so good
in each of his families heart he will live on
His epitaph written deep in our souls
as we say our sad and lonely goodbyes
yet it is not the end as he still lives
deep within the hearts of all who love him
17/06/2014
Roy lived in the boondocks in a little Georgia town.
Living off his land, the hermit had hunkered down.
His neighbors thought he was downright strange,
But really he shunned any human exchange.
One day a little black dog wandered on his land,
A friendly little thing taking food right out of his hand.
The dog had tags, so Roy knew he must live near.
He mulled it over while he had a cold beer.
He knew the right thing to do was find his home,
Instead of letting the poor thing roam.
For now he decided to wait a day or two,
And enjoy this pet that came out of the blue.
The mangy mutt followed him in all his chores,
And Roy fell in love with his friend on all fours.
After awhile Roy starting having guilty thoughts,
Knowing the owner could be very fraught.
So he set off with the dog to do the right thing,
And tried to forget his four-legged fling.
He found the owner about a mile down the road.
And gracious words of gratitude were bestowed.
The dog’s owner then told him he was in a bind,
He said they were moving, and had to leave the dog behind.
So hermit Roy offered to take the indigent hound,
Then left ecstatic with his new friend he had found!
3/10/16
Humor Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
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dressed in black, I write to you
shades of blue flicker across my face
while I lay in my bed
I see a drop of a rose red hue
roll gently down your face
a green olive swirls in a martini glass
grey smoke fumes from my nostrils
craving your breath in my lungs once more
I sink my ivory white teeth into your fleshy forbidden thigh
a groan of pleasure escapes from your beating bosom
cast me out of your room
and from your life
before the demonic darkness in my eyes is illuminated
by dancing rays of light
red orange yellow green blue indigo violet
fire
flows from points on your body near your face throat and hand
it reminds me of Peace
and the violence of war soon swiflty floods my veins
sleep now my precious winged creature
never to awake
and tell of your sweet dreams
of horned mountain goats
which lead you up the path of light
no need
for out of my devious black iris
seeps a tear tinted rose red
which brings knowledge to my soul
and fire to my heart
A Merchant Marine
At fifteen, he went to sea
A way to begin
Harsh Realities
Learning to be a real man
Life was on the run
Scrapes and falls and bumps
Toughening the young fledgling
Losing some feathers
A long way from home
He creates identity
Memory soon fades
Glipses of the past
Filtering through the sunlight
Illusions of life
Like dust collecting
Every surface is covered
Every thumbprint counts
Opening new views
Just for a moment to smile
Tears too, can release
As an old man now,
At odds with modernity
Trust or suspicion?
The doorbell rings now
His only friends, the roaches
He opens the door
A bright face looks in
"I've come to clean up today"
"Why?", he clearly asks
"Exterminators"
Surely, they must have some rights?
"Tomorrow", she says
"Will you have some tea?
Nodding her head, she goes in
Cautiously, sitting
The dusty, white chair
By the table piled with books
Classical relics
A cup is wiped clean
The kettle is on the stove
A tin is offered
Inside, a real mix
Crumpled bills and Lemon Creams
A small roach appears
A blue note is taped
On the refrigerator
"Remember, I am stupid"
A Merchant Marine
Waiting out his days alone
Not a way to end
In dreams, I always wanna walk with Roy,
I think that my scary feelings ain't right.
I'm just running scared like a silly boy -
alone, so lonely, this feeling tonight.
Tell me, are you as lonely as can be?
I had long thought that I was over you.
How ever will you give your smile to me
and then, dearest darling, what can I do?
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue;
I'll be coming back some day, in some way,
with pretty pencils to write I love you -
precious words I'll never take away.
Roy's soulful serenades sung for decades;
due to his operatics, they'll not fade.
Mercy.
Sonnet 98 words Dedication to iconic songwriter and singer Roy Orbison.
Snippets from his many famous song lyrics make up this sonnet verse. Illustration of Roy in pen and colored pencil by G. Gaul.
I was in the middle of a PowerPoint
About Pastafarianism
Then I noticed someone in the corner
Not paying attention
Lost, looking tired
I heckled to him
"Paul, quick, candy-coloured clown..."
He found the song on his laptop
I checked the speakers and adjusted the volume
I picked
Up the microphone and sang, looking at the student in the corner...
"Go to sleep, everything is alright."
They listened and watched with great
Intensity
We had all dived within
I told them
I didn't want a golf ball-sized consciousness
I will put my Godliness in a jar
We looked at a quote from a character from Don Quixote
'God bless the man who invented sleep'.
Someone at the front raised his hand
"Why
Doesn't he just commit suicide then?"
Shelly in the second row asked me,
"Are you a Humanist?"
Before I
Could answer
There was a knock at the door
Just as
We had all
Dived-within
Alvin on my left said to me,
"God bless the man who invented sleep."
And I sang again and crooned to them,
"Go to sleep, everything
Is
Alright."
Oh, I wish that this old world
Was like the Roy Rogers’ range—
Where every boy and girl
Didn’t have to view folks strange.
It used to be safe outside—
All the children could go play—
But now they worry and hide
In their homes both night and day.
Seems there’s just too many ways
That our kids can now be harmed—
They’ve missed their innocent days—
Their lives are no longer charmed.
We played all day with no care—
Didn’t know ‘bout an upper—
Ball games left no time to spare,
Till mom’s called us to supper.
Yes, those were different times,
When sex was not all we thought—
And news was not just more crimes—
What kind of world have we got?
I wish we could relive days
When Roy Rogers kept us straight—
Before things became a maze
Of drugs, thugs and war and hate.
I wish we did not grow up
To a world that’s now so strange—
And death drank not of our cup,
Like on a Roy Rogers’ range.
He is sworn in holding a branch
Cut from the tree of life and a vine
That's sacred he swears to protect
His people the tree and the vine
He swears by the sacred abode
Shortly afterwards he gets the vision
Go to Nineveh Jonah and warn them
He departs not to nineveh but to Taasis
Aboard the ship they have no option
But to throw him overboard into the sea
In the belly of that big fish choking on seaweed
Three days seem like three thousand years plus
This is too much he's now praying earnestly
My Lord i will accept your will i will go and warn
The fish spews him in the great city of wonders and signs
This time round they spit on him pour dirty water on him
Hurl insults at him beat him up yet he says repent.. repent
His message over he then moves to the edge of the city
In the deep of the night Khat the sacred tree grows over him
And the African orchids encircle the roots - the base of the tree
Roy rubs his eyes inspecting the fruits from the tree -tree of life
Three days from today this city will be destroyed....
Thinks Roy he will tend to this tree together with his descendants
In the midday sun a ground worm ate the root stalk of the tee
It then ate the root of the vine... both tree and vine dried up
And a SOUND says... Roy i have forgiven this city i will let it live
Roy is astounded but the SOUND rebukes him..
Roy you are willing to protect a vine and a tree
Yet you care not for this great city go home..
Roy departed and went back to his home
The sign of the prophet Jonah will portend the coming of age...
Roy remembers during the ceremony he had chewed the leaves
And the visions were no more than Khat visions he's still perplexed
Roy goes back home and starts reading the sacred scripture
CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
Thoome wairegi
Kings counsel
comic
cuts
no ifs
or
buts
cartoon
colour
Benday
dots
joined-up
large-scale
real
strips
of
popular
appeal
ROY OF THE LIGHT
Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light
He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the speed of light
and take any look he fancied..
now Roy fancied.. nay loved
loved them nice girls
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
WE nicknamed him WANDA ROY
For a travellor he was
the first of the pilgrims
ROY the just ROY, a mystique..
ROY a defender of the down trodden
ROY a defender of justice
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY the one who always saw more
yet admitted too little
they now say ROY roams the big city.. NAIROBI..
And did ROY love them gracious ladies
ROY of light indeed loved them fair lasses
ROY we loved to tease.. the skirt snitch..,
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY thou an ordained brother of the church
ROY now a musician
ROY morrow a cop
ROY the next day a movie star
ROY you are but the star of light
ROY a computer wizard
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
Unlike kunti the king ostrich
my head is unburried under the sand
dont i know ROY.. ROY my kinsman
ROY who taught me eloquence
ROY the teacher of subtle
and master of martial arts
i believe ROY for we grew up together
ROY a resource beneath the cloud
ROY a variant of norms
ROY a teacher of customs
ROY just ROY..
You loved the feel linen
i believe in you ROY for we grew in the same household
Years come and go
seasons come and pass
they are born and given to be wed
But ROY OF the light..
are you not a resource beneath a cloud
you are the echo of light
you are the beacon of light
i speak of you ROY you are my kinsman
ROY the resource beneath a cloud..
ROY..We knew he was just
ROY, THE JUST ROY
And Israeli our people ROY
Will always remain ROY...
ROY nimo mawala ma israeli.