Ferdinand Poems | Examples

Noteworthy

The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links

Clerihew Willensen

Jens Ferdinand Willinsen - a Dane
resident in France in the main
A painter/sculptor by prfession
now included in Danish  art Canon

Foreseen Fatal Accident

I feared for The Soon Traveling Fire,
When I saw who was going to drive:
Jack, who did thrice of men's lives deprive,
He himself lucky to be alive;

Now, with a left leg fracture does strive 
And Lord God knows that's no way to thrive

Kept I trembling for the moving five;
If I were among them, bound to dive
When his Porsche wished not one to 
Jack himself Electric wire live...

You enter his car, enters a beehive,
Minutes on end continue to jive:
"Fire you Thunder Ferdinand Jack
Knowledge of safest driving you lack...

Watermelon Jam

I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.

————-

for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022

Clerihew Hodler

Ferdinand Hodler had no self doubt
his topical art had much clout
He also loved the silhouette
narrative allegoryhus safe bet

A Nightmare Where Beauty Abounds

Ooh DRC, DRC where are you?
You’re the most beautiful country in the world
You have all the resources
Your minerals abound

Your country is full of life’s necessities
Europe exists because of you
Asia, America lives because of you
You have a beautiful heart 
Yet your actions are reckless
You are foolish
You are careless
You are mad
You make people rich, but only a few
You make people look beautiful, but most are scared
You make the world a comfortable place to live
 Yet hell for those born on your soil
Where are you? Do you not see?

Your children are crying
 Your children are dying
Your children are running from you
They have been ripped from their mother’s arms
Your husband is foolish
He is blinded by greed
You are lost
Just listen to the cries of your children
They will lead you home


 By Ferdinand Nyembo.

Eureka

Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~

It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
   ...and I am Copernicus"

As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
   ...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"

"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
   …and I am Isaac Newton"

You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
   …and I am Howard Carter"

You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
   … and I'm Thomas Edison"

You get somber and
ask if loving you is such 
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
   … for I am Archimedes


written 29 Jan 2022

Ekphrasis On Liszt Liebestraum No 3

Fluttering fingertips 
on ebony and ivory
gently ascending 
like the wings of 
a white butterfly~
then gradually descending~
fading like a sleepy sun.

Tender instrumental pauses ~
transposing into heart beats
like the silence between I
and LOVE~ and YOU
when you utter them
in our nocturnal tryst.

Dulcet moonlight melodies ~
in shifting harmonies of arpeggio;
Lingering like the touch of your fingertips 
on my cheeks as you kiss me goodnight.


14 February 2021

Notes: Liebesträume (German for Dreams of Love) is a set of three solo piano works (S. 541/R. 211) by Franz Liszt, published in 1850. Originally the three Liebesträume were conceived as lieder after poems by Ludwig Uhland and Ferdinand Freiligrath. (Source: Wikipedia)

All Yours ( February 14) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st Place

Ode To Joe Gould

Born Joseph Ferdinand Gould, in Norwood Massachusetts, 1889.
A 1911 graduate of Harvard, and a
Greenwich village Bohemian from 1916 until 1957,
and the time of his death at age 68.
Joe was a filthy and disgusting man, who constantly smelled
like homeless shelter disinfectant. 
Dirty fingers, greasy clothes but also an intellectual.
He was a writer, a poet, a lier and a bum, A thief and
A drunk, and other poets hated him and he hated them.
He once told them that "Not only is your poetry bad, but
also stolen from other bad poets."
One night he convinced them that he had written the
most wonderful poem, and that they should allow him 
to stand and recite it, and they did. 
Joe stood up that night back in 1942, in the Raven poetry club 
in New york city`s Lower East side, and read his poem. 

                                   " In winter I`m a Buddhist,
                                      and in summer I`m a nudist."

    With that I raise my glass to you Joe Gould. I wish I had known ya!

Ferdinand

Do you remember Ferdinand,
A bull who wouldn't fight?
First published 1936,
The pages black and white.

He liked to sit beneath a tree
And smell the blooms that grew;
A simple soul, unlike his friends,
A stomping, rowdy crew.

They chose him for a bullfight,
Wrongly thinking he was fierce
As he bucked and snorted when his rump
A bumblebee did pierce.

Of course, once in the ring he sat
And some of you, stop reading
If you do not want to know the end;
Despite all human pleading 

They couldn't get that bull to move.
He simply sniffed the air,
Enjoying fragrant flowers
In the fancy ladies' hair.

My grandkids listened to this tale 
And tried to understand
Why they'd want to fight a bull at all
In Spain, a far-off land.

Yet the message somehow made it through
And I was gratified
A beloved story can such pleasure
Still, today, provide.

Situation Excellent

Sometimes in life's battles we can feel
 As if we are losing on every front
 family discord, business setbacks,
 can put a pessimistic spin on the way we look at life
 God can use our trials to work for are good
 In spite of the pain they bring
 We can turn things around in life
 Let's sing to make melody in are heart
 live each day in a very beautiful way
 fill your heart with song to sing along
 choose to become a beacon of light
 to a hurting world in need of love
 happiness, isn't that something we all want
 searching for it in things like love
 significance, a comfortable home and good food, a good job and faithful friends
 seek for a situation excellenct
 do not join in the social resistance
 close the gap between love and hate
 just call it fate
 at the first battle of the Marne
 during World War I, French Lieutenant General Ferdinand Foch sent out this message:
 " My center is giving way, my right is retreating. Situation Excellent I am attacking".
 His willingness to see hope in a tough situation eventually led to victory for his troops.

Isabella and Ferdinand

Isabella- such rare beauty of Spain,
accept this fragrant rose from my hand;
I'm a noble by birth, but a humble man:  
Ferdinand can give you love without end!

Isabella, even the obssessed Alfonso, King of Portugal,
would ask you in marriage disguising himself as a jester
and on that wooden throne he would marry you in Fall;
stay faithful to me, we accidently met at the Patum Fair! 
 
Kings constantly seek power and a strong wife that is charming
and who can give them children, honor and fidelity;
has such a king ever approached you: bowing down, begging
to marry him and be part of his life and destiny?

No, Isabella- riches don't always promise happiness,
look for someone who has love that will gratify... 
and before you make that vow with absoluteness:
look at me and admit there's nothing to justify!


Written on 9/9/2017

El Ultimo Suspiro Del Moro

The last sigh of the Moor, King Boabdil,
As he flees the triumphant Ferdinand,
Echoes round slopes of a mist-shrouded hill.
He looks back for the last time at the land
That he once ruled. `Weep as a woman will,’
His mother jeers behind her jewelled hand,
`For what you would not defend as a man!’
He stares northwards as long as he can,

Marvelling at the distant snow-capped hills
Gently cradling the Alhambra’s walls,
Its towers, placid ponds, and sparkling rills,
Treasuring them. Later, when he recalls
This scene, he deems its loss the worst of ills
That ever befell him, and, saddened, falls
To yearning for water from those mountains
And the Generalife’s dancing fountains.

A tale as romantic as any told -
This Moorish palace of earthly pleasure,
Its red stone, now mellowed to pink and gold,
Is a wonder of the world to treasure.
Like Boabdil, I want to hoard and hold
Its magical light, and, for good measure,
The sound of Granada’s gurgling streams
In my mind to recall in pleasant dreams.

Ricky Did a Bad, Bad Thing

Well, they said it's illegal, immoral and sick
But I couldn't resist attempting the trick
So I found me a monkey, a snake and a duck
And I hoped it would work, with a wee bit of luck.

I decided the music of Franz Ferdinand
Was exactly the way I could take them in hand
His one song I liked best had the name, "Take Me Out"
And I played it so loud that I oft had to shout.

I had doubts this would fly but I gave it my best
They were trained dawn to dusk before taking a rest
By and by they showed signs of acquiring a skill
I was able to share by sheer force of my will.

After seven long years of refining our act
I was ready to prove that my mind hadn't cracked
And we sold out the halls where we put on the show
The details of which none of you'll ever know.

The War of Justice

I am that war
that period of armed conflict between
nations.
I am that reason for the establishment of the
league of nations.

I am the first world war,
the sixth diedliest war in the world.
I ended in November
and I'm a war to remember.

I am one of the largest war in history
oh! yes am a mystery.
I began with assasination,
and ended with series of revolutions.

Within weeks after the death of Ferdinand,
the major powers were at war
via their colonies, the conflict
soon spread around the world.

I saw the first use of aircraft carries in
combat
poisoned gas became one of the most feared
and best remembered horrors of my time
test of power and casualties was a prime
time.
*Sammy kyle*

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