Mystery Celebrity Poems

Written: April 1st  For Legend Silent One contest

Rumi Quote: Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

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Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...

He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a...

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 Heey! What' soul up freddled googlefort,
Thy salamanders  burst of crust lavishes mee
See
The dawning flightiest of dis missive
Vogurest blight
As daunting flights winters height dawns...

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His name was Paul Reubens but many people knew him as Pee-Wee.
He was a famous entertainer and he lost his life at the age of...

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I hold it quite tattered
To have someone flattered,
All the time, some John mattered:
Such Johns are soon scattered!

Many still call me 'Prof',
Thank God some would just...

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Why do these guys quit before seventy?
After achievements Life on Earth empty!
There was to be a Macgregor Laird:
Before sixty-one years to rest laid...

For my avid...

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They sit and whisper
As if to decipher
The code to a great mystery
That was never lively
Making plans
To evince men from all clans
They scribble
And scramble
In short spatial...

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I was a vibrant, portrait painter, bringing cherished profiles to eternal life,
Like undying life of balmy springtime, recurring in shades of green so rife.

I had...

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I was an active and happy person, and had a great fondness for movies,
Like the enthusiastic nature lover, bears a fondness for outdoor beauties.

I indulged...

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She stands gallant 
For us: the staged pens 
Of growing knowledge
For the posted battle field
By honor to get hired 

She stands gallant
In lonely and scary...

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The mystery of man
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before 
the new has number...

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Why am I hurt so sore, my folks 
Why does my heart bleed
Why do I take it so personally 
Why do I need to worry...

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I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for...

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Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage 
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer 
arrows aimed at...

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The boy's eyes were like his mother's,
His persona was as cool as his father's,
He was lucky enough to conquer the killing spell,
That daunting night that...

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