Eleanor Poems - Poems about Eleanor

ELEANOR H PORTER

Today’s blessing is inspired by Eleanor H. Porter
A novelist I find enlightening and wise
And every now and then I like to stop and wish
we all would see the world through Mrs. Porter’s eyes.

It’s not that when we seek out the good in the world
to all the bad we are blind…
It’s just…when we’re hunting for the

Eleanor Knightley

Previous nights were mellow and true –
Love had been tender,
Nights had never been blue –
Gentle as the dance, we swung
I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms.

Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore,
Around her neck diamonds were
Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence,
Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure
Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along.

“May I have

Lady Eleanor

She masquerades by candle light
hope unparaded
triumphs
Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight
waiting for the stone gargoyles
by the wayside
by someones achilles heel
you are the slayer
akin to something sinister
you walk to the tower
where you can see enlarge
your designs
by the misty morning

BALLAD OF ELEANOR RIGBY

Her Mam did for the rich Wool toffs, 
   days chocka block with chores.
Her fella was a plazzy gent— 
   A few jars opened doors.
								
 A proper jarg johnny he used;
   he thought hi’self real cool.
In the shade of the Whalley Abbey,
   the banks of Otterspool. 

Eleanor

Eleanor

Elegant grace, with eyes so bright,
Endless love, a guiding light.

Adorned with warmth, her spirit gleams,
Nurturing heart, like flowing streams.

Open arms embrace, a comforting touch,
Radiating kindness, she cares so much.

Ever present, she lends an ear,
Always patient, she's always near.

Loving words like a gentle breeze,
Overflowing with joy, she puts my heart at ease.

Her radiant smile lights up

Eleanor Cannon

In time, in time, always in time
The prophets always say
There is no time in heaven
It just gets in the way
Perhaps the madness of my life
Has seeped inside my mind
Perhaps the sadness of my heart
Has reaped the poorest kind
For chains and locks are what they gave
To middin folk as me
And others hang from castle wall
Or from

Ken, Anne and Eleanor

The Holocaust was a reminder to us…
besides being a most horrific crime…
that dark forces of evil and intolerance 
have been flowing since the dawn of time.

If you want a sampling of how cruel and inhuman 
we, who call ourselves human, can be…
I’ll be frank…watch Ken Burns’s ‘The U. S. 
and the Holocaust’ and read Anne’s

Eleanor

Eleanor instinctively knows the language of the great mathematicians
The other women consider her peculiar
She does no needlework
Pines after no man
Her daddy trains her to follow his profession.
She becomes a highly-trained, impressive engineer
Born in the wrong century to be employed,
she starts her own company

'our Eleanor'

Many feel that FDR was a lion of a man
  'Our Eleanor' schooled America ~ a First Lady can!

Eleanor Black Snatch and Owl Boy

Eleanor scooped up her kitten, in the pumpkin patch.
She was happy to do it. His name was Black Snatch.
She had snatched him from the beak of Owl Boy long ago.
He was mewing in distress, an animal in crazy woe.

Owl Boy was angry, so Eleanor threw him some meat.
She had already cooked it, but it was

Elegant Enchantress Eleanor--

I love you ever so 
I enjoy you ever more
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Electric ever so I love you, Eleanor

5/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

More Visitors Today

Eleanor looked down at St. Peter’s and smiled.
“More visitors today,” she reported.
Her angel mentor smiled.

A scullery maid in life, 
Dead at the age of forty-four,
Eleanor had never suspected she would become famous

Best day of my spirit life 
When those two boys met
At my gravestone, she said.

John came over and said,
“Best pals ever,” sending Paul vast

Eleanor

Eleanor. Who was she? 
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid. 
One who navigates through the motions of life. 
Solace or sorrow who would know? 
Sung to the world yet unknown.

Who Was Or Is Eleanor Rigby Poetry Contest Jerry T Curtis

Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ?
Jerry T Curtis
Poetry Contest
27 August 2019

Eleanor Rigby

Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband

To World War 2

She then dedicated her life to the Church

Overcome by grief and loss

She became a Nun 

To seek solace and relief

She searched for her answers in God

And placed her faith in religion


Lives in a dream

Masking

Eleanor Rigby - the Beginning

(Hopefully you could sing this to tune of original song)

What of the unloved friendless children?
What of the unloved friendless children?

Eleanor Rigby 
searches the audience hoping her parents have come.
She’s in a play,
and when it’s over,
she hears applause, but she knows that her parents aren’t there.
Why don’t they care?

Friendless unloved children,
there always are a few.
Friendless unloved

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