Best Surname Poems
Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.
Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.
Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes.
Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.
Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!
For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die!
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.
Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.
As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..
He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.
Categories:
surname, allegory, devotion, fantasy, introspectionmen,
Form:
Quatrain
There abated consumed lust
Dusting the shelf
Off from molding musk
Due to LOVELESS rust
Lovingly I trust do fuss
With heart felt musts
Relinquish all to love
Do send loving tidings
This one day
Come this way come to
Stay falling far for the
LANGUAGE OF POETRY
Postman' s bin bring SONG
In mailbox din
There be a word a name and such
Poems bring smooth MELLOW
Velvet days
Poems bring trustingly aromatic ways
Daisies when dew point peaks
Poems bring what poets muse
Is what poets speak of song
Consumes song of lives lived
By loving lust in beautifying
Surname mine abandoned rhyme
Dry as Potter's field
Tell me your consummation REVEAL
What you will affirmation with hands
Of steel
Where you live leaves wrestle at the
Base of trees lust for life reprieve
Alive and grieve
Categories:
surname, life, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
Either silent or eloquent
A name there must be
To be a speck in the infinity
Without the speck, high or low
Where the heck you can go
So I have a name too
Denoting both red and blue
The colours of courage
To struggle in the race
Of pleasant survival
It is elimination in namelessness
Disintegration like disgrace
A shame
It is integration in a name
Sometimes toward the hall of fame
May be in a global group
Or at least in Poetry Soup
So I have a name too
In order to be distinct to you
In dark and dew
Though doubtful in poetry soup
Again a disintegration in a name too
In the zoo
Of religion, cast and creed
Instruments of power and greed
Namelessness here might eliminate
The black holes of disregard and hate
I dislike the surname of my name
Indicative of higher caste claim
A profound nonsense
In Indian culture
A rose or a non-rose
A name must be there
To get close and warm
Into your charm
Silent or eloquent
Strong or faint
In paint or poetry
Alone or in a tremor of chemistry
Mere you and I will not do
We need a name
In the eternal game
Hence my name
Pointing towards radiance and spirit
Though I am nowhere near it
Still trying for some resolution
Of restless conflict
_____________________________
17/01/2017
Silent One’s Poetry Contest
What’s in a name
Categories:
surname, color, conflict, courage, image,
Form:
Free verse
His voice the hiss of serpents,
he acknowledged the pact unmade,
but now he was here to tell him
how the debt would be repaid.
"All your sons, and all their sons,"
the devil's eyes glowed red,
"will perish while still very young,
yes, all of them, cold and dead."
With that, the devil vanished,
not long after, Joseph died,
and Jack, now the eldest,
found his career on the rise.
He married a well-bred woman,
she made a beautiful bride,
but their first-born child, a son,
very quickly died.
But how the public loved him,
the White House was Camelot,
but Satan hadn't forgotten,
and guided Oswald's shot.
Next in line was Bobby,
and he soon, too, was slain,
now Edward became paranoid,
though justified, ashamed.
Edward wasn't pleased with God,
the curse of his surname,
he knew someone would kill him,
if only for the fame.
And, one day, those fateful words
slipped through his lips as well,
the devil appeared as a gent,
and with a pact to sell.
Now, Edward was not evil,
but perhaps a little weak,
vehemently he refused, at first,
but Satan continued to speak.
The devil knew his weak spots,
affirmed he'd soon be dead,
then offered an alternative,
made up of hope and dread.
"You will live a long and worthwhile life,
and your children will live, too,
but in exchange for these gifts,
there are two things you must do:
You must find a young and innocent girl
and give her soul to me.
You, alone, must take her life,
but you'll escape scot-free.
The other thing you must give me
is your most passionate dream,
that is, to become president,"
the devil's smile obscene.
Well, Chappaquiddick happened,
and he got off scot-free,
I think he tried to be the best,
most honorable he could be.
But Satan keeps his promises,
and John-John's plane went down,
and now the pact is finished,
for there's no more left around.
©Danielle White
Categories:
surname, death, political
Form:
Rhyme
This is the Story of Poetess Jan Allison--
This is a dedicated verse,
About a woman whose a poetess;
She said her name is Jan;
And…
Jan is gracious, gracious and kind;
(Her name is…) A variant of John;
In various languages,
And her name is Jan and she’s a poetess;
Did I say she is, gracious?
Short version of Johannes;
The name is used in Afrikaans, Belarusian, and other languages;
Jan” is: “God is gracious”.
Last name, Allison
"Aletheia," meaning "truth."
Allison is a surname of English and Scottish origin.
Jan is so gracious
A poetess
A teacher, a friendly lass;
Married and lives on the Isle of Man;
With her husband;
poetry journey began
At Poetry Soup;
As her surname of French origin;
Last name is Allison;
At one point was alone and vulnerable,
In accommodation;
She wrote Splendid Isolation, (a brilliant write);
The sweet course eaten at the end of a meal;
First poem 'Just Desserts' it seems, this too a delight;
She adores penguins’ animals no not the biscuits!(ah ha ha)
She Loves tall men with graying hair,
Loves baking cooking gardening, well;
“Gracious is God your name says..
She said her name is Jan
A variant of John
In various languages
Short version of Johannes. The name is used in Afrikaans
And in many other languages
The meaning of Jan…
“God is gracious”.
She said her name was Jan
Allison she a poetess
And…
She writes
She writes
She teaches, insights
Such honorable and beautiful, poetry she does write;
No one writes such poetry handwritten,
Than those words they’re produced by Jan Allison;
A dedicated Verse to Poetess Jan Allison
8/17/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
surname, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, celebrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Starlets tender their heralded names
Just another pretty face; another superficial dame
Brokered pawns in tawdry, transparent game
Bartered tinder is their trite acclaim
Stars that twinkled then imploded in combustible flame
Fickle lives; filthy lucre their singular aim
Pleasing the masses with articial drama their claim to fame
Egotistical debutantes who proudly gilded their shame
Fealty and familial bonds with pleasure they did cripple, mame
Fading memories that inspired more of the same
Burnished symbols remembered only by their surname
Categories:
surname, on work and working,
Form:
Rhyme
Ladies say, I’m an everyday gentleman
Haters say, I’m a dark knight
I was born on poor ground fit for a pauper,
never lived a prince Waldo life
Honorific titles, I had none —
no sir,
no officer ...
no mister
Just a simple birth name
Later in life,
my surname got added a nickname
Titles tell others who society say you are,
self given self-esteem
It elevates the ego ... pumps up the pride
Still, everybody ain’t treated equal,
or placed on the same level in life
Some get more respect through their title designation,
others get tossed aside, kicked to the curb
In some places where they don’t pick up the trash,
when the wind of change passes through,
crumpled hope gets blown away
Inherit the wind
means a heritage of nothing
Passing the cemetery,
I saw a lot of names that were treated
better than me
Engraved titles in stone
Mottled moss memory of what their title achieved
fades after they’re gone
In life, everybody’s headed for the same destination ...
it doesn’t matter what be your title designation
So call me Freddie ...
say Mister Robinson, if you want to
But honestly, Rico is just fine by me
No one needs a title to receive a kind friendly hello,
and any designation of distinction
is waved goodbye, withersoever the Spirit whirlwind blow
Categories:
surname, perspective, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Bio
My name means “blessed*,” and I am by God’s wondrous delight
Midst determination, dedication, decisiveness, and discretion as traits-might
I’m the sister of Rudy, Bert and Ming, my siblings with caring height…
As a Social worker, I cherish the practice of kindness, truth and compassion
While my heart always prays for vibrant, triumphant, and jubilant reaction
To conquer fears of separation, rejection and deception…
By faith, I would like to see miracles, mercy and marvels in my ministry
Right now, I’m a resident of the Pearl of the Orient Seas in Asian territory
My surname bears “greatness” and “magnificence;” thus, to me, victory…
Daily, my special son expresses his love marked by warm embrace
While foster children greet me with their endearing cheerful ways
Meanwhile, orphanage kids encourage me sweetly in this life’s race
Since together, we are a loving family in God’s nurturing place.
*Psalms 32:2 Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.
July 1, 2024
1st place, "Bio Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 7/11/2024
Categories:
surname, appreciation, blessing, character, christian,
Form:
Bio
Caught a whisper in the breeze, asked
the whisper what's your name. It
answered softly my names Forever. I
said how sweet do you have a surname,
the whisper smiled and replied Yours.
My heart stopped, “ Forever Yours “
Categories:
surname, love
Form:
Who are you
Your father's son or daughter
Or your mothers?
If you are your father's
You gotta have his surname
But if you are your mother's
Her name you don't take
But once you get married
Oh, boy! Your surname won't change
Hey girls, What makes you change your surname?
This is anomalous
Seemingly unfair
Discriminative
An assault on women rights
A blow to the fair sex
Whoever hath made this rule
He must be a damn big fool!!
Categories:
surname, child, father, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
From Rusizi in Rwanda
lies a historical site that is linked to the Musinga history,
a palace next to the elegant tree (umuvumu) in the Rukali village
behind the Kamembe Airstrip in Rusizi district
our roots are in Nyanza and in Moba,Tanganyika
we are from the Abega clan
From the great warriors Makara, and Mutezintare
The great chief Rwakagara, great-aunt Nyiratunga - Queen-Mother
The situations among our families divide us
The situations out of our control spread us all over the continents
With the same Surname- Musinga
But different dialects (languages)
Forget our language - Kinyarwanda.
Our Umugabekazi (Queen Mother) Nyirauhi V Kanjogera,
Our King Mwami Kigeri IV Rwabigi
Our uncles Ruhinankiko and Kabare
brother of Kanjogera and Mbanzabigwi
Grand Father Yuhi Musinga ya Ndahiro.
Queen Kankazi, Mother of Mutara III Rudahigwa
King Mutara III Rudahigwa Charles Léon Pierre and Queen Rosalie Gicanda
Son of King Yuhi IV Musinga and Nyiramavugo Kankazi Redegonde
No let me stop, the tears are running out of my eyes.
Categories:
surname, africa, child, community, cousin,
Form:
ABC
Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois,
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
Were their families wiped-out?
I am speaking on today.
These people paved a way out no way.
[***** SPIRITUAL - THE SPIRIT OF A SLAVE]
These old bones of mine stir in the grave.
I was a freedom fighter in my days.
Great I did do for the slaves even when their life in this country had been made.
We wanted a better living a holistic way.
Our troubles where many; we saw through the white man eyes or ways.
Old bones of mine became tired and disengaged.
Where is my family now?
Where did they go?
My spirit roams to find my kinfolks.
Our surname is no more.
My soul was baptized in the Mississippi.
I was raised from the river saved.
No sin was present and I lived right.
When I knew my time had come, I closed my eyes.
In those days, doctors were few in saving the life of a slave.
The pain was so great I knew I was gone.
But by the grace of God my life went on.
Ten years later, I was summoned home.
My people are no more.
Where did my people go?
I see our house yonder.
Our surname is not in existence any more.
The spirit of a slave
The soul afire
Roams the world in the sweet by and by
He shouts, "Still I Rise!"
________________________|
Penned April 29, 2014!
Categories:
surname, baptism, bereavement, black african
Form:
Free verse
>>1111>>THE AWAKENING SPIRIT<<1111<<
My analyzing subconscious telling me I have minor confidence in our people,
Full of resistance as high as church steeples,
Heads in the sand uneducated sheeple lost their ability,
Try this with consonance, question our existence,
Get it together and try it this very instance!
Neglected, Infected which brings great drama,
Buddhist monks call this negative karma,
Equip your mind with true armor,
Receive the weapon of writing stamina,
This isn't imaginary fiction,
This is an awakening conviction,
I'm trusting inner guidance for direction,
Taking my hand, introducing me to my pineal gland,
Connected to my tribal land,
I have found expressed to me internally in a sound,
Never contemplating turning around.
Find your way,
Stop listening to what government leaders say,
We need unity instead of broken community,
Unite and open up your vault,
Lets start a revolt,
But in an era of fear,
The average man inferior,
Never looking at their own interior,
Let me explain, in this society of personal gain,
It will make a human go insane,
Wealthy flying around in a private plane,
They have turned down the wrong symbolic lane,
You thinking i'm insane? Your thoughts are coming out in total vain!!!
I'm just a brother with a live spark,
With an inner vision destroying everything lurking in the dark!
A half cast mixed identity given the European surname Clark,
But I don't care, I have nothing to fear,
As I steer my life consciously aware I see clear,
Always near a book, that’s another place you gotta look!
Rookies thinking they're awake, but most cant find the time,
In psychological denial with excuse's saying its validly fine,
Working class living,
Resulting in limited self education receiving,
Which is the highest level of sinning,
In the beginning the universal consciousness was bringing,
What today I am seeking,
Connecting conscious thought together, Forever,
But individualism causing a crash of disconnection,
A world wide collapse bringing stagnation,
This is an invitation to break this current way of civilization,
Go back in time within the mind to make the connection,
Then you will receive true knowledge in a healthy neuron collection,
Listen to what the awakening spirit is saying!
Categories:
surname, allegory, people, slavery, society,
Form:
Epic
Sometimes all it takes is a song
To transform me to that place
Where laughter was my name
And your smile my surname
Time has played her part
Sometimes I wish it was just a dream
Then I look around and somehow
You still there
Encouraging me
Sometimes it’s in the lyrics of a song
In the words spoken while no one was listening
Like it was meant just for me
I embrace all the reminders
Even the ones you don't see
I know you feel them
You just have a tough time
Making them your own
Even though they are a part of you
A part;
That makes you an integral part of me
©163009062013
Categories:
surname, love,
Form:
Free verse
A dental assistant named Bertie
Found patients could sometimes get shirty
One annoying old bloke
Would repeat the same joke
His appointment time was 'tooth hurty'
This old joke drove Bertie insane
Still he laughed at it once again
But the dental staff
Had the biggest laugh -
This gentleman’s surname was Payne!
06~08~17
Categories:
surname, humorous, irony,
Form:
Limerick