Mick Jagger
A rolling Stone with a swagger
He got satisfaction under covers
And had many lovers
Categories:
jagger, music,
Form: Clerihew
You dream as you turn the pages of lasagna and the thin voices of your parents behind the wall
That man is there, the fluff, the sequins of his overcoat
A strange angle to challenge your religion, you can’t really see the eyes from this flash
As a child you stared, and now you stare again.
It strikes seven chords from within your bones. A medley; the body has never heard before-
And the muscles, the nerves, the fibers, and the tissue all vibrate to make vague sort of new virgin space.
Aaagh, all of a sudden, and your grandmother touches you gently, a brush on the shoulder to ask you are you alright? Because your flesh is dripping.
And you know why, because its all,
Bit of your soul is broken off
And ‘that’s why the caged bird sings’ now
And all.
You’re a ripple in the daylight now.
So try,
And try,
And try,
And try.
Categories:
jagger, freedom, psychological, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Carly Simon
Songstress, big hair, and a huge smile
Cheshire cat teeth you can see across the Nile
You’re So Vain—Just might be about Jagger
Love her—Itsy-Bitsy Spider—and all her swagger
Categories:
jagger, celebrity, character, funny, humor,
Form: Clerihew
A witticism -- for the time that is now has past by Mick Jagger
2019 September 17
Categories:
jagger, america, words,
Form: Monoku
Old Mick has the lips of a bragger
And wiggles his hips with a swagger.
He jumps, full of beans
In black skinny jeans
With hip-shaking destined to stagger!
Old ladies enjoy the distraction
Of seeing their idol in action.
He keeps them at bay
For, wrinkly and grey,
They can't give him no satisfaction!
30.08.19
'Swagger poetry contest' sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
jagger, humor, old,
Form: Limerick
Mick Jagger was the fire to be lit
The stage was bare and lay waiting
The world was full of
"What to do", "What to try", "What to be"
And "He" was ready for the story line........
Possessed by the rhythm of his generation
In words emanating from his musing
He told the classic rebel story
Of going against the grain
To form one's own circuitry
Belonging exclusively to
The worship and reverence of rebellion
Buzzing with charged power
His notes ushered in a new beginning
A new sound that was recreated from
The annals of historical gutsy
Down and Dirty blues
Spiked with sex and sprinkled with deviltry
That will live in classic timelessness
The rogue stood tall and whirled
His mischievous spell
Wielding wildness between the irony of good and evil
Contempt and virtue
From the age old conflict of the timeless crusade
A hero - no, an evangelist of life - yes
An inexhaustible circuit rider of our time
A Rolling Stone..........he gathered no moss!
Categories:
jagger, muse, music,
Form: Free verse
Singer Sir Mick Jagger
Walks with a swagger
Wriggling snakelike hips
Pouts with big rubbery lips
Texan model Jerry Hall
Is very skinny and tall
Their Bali wedding wasn’t valid
Mick no longer lives on salad!
Clerihew Couples for Valentine's Day Prizes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
1/11/19
Categories:
jagger, celebrity, humorous, music,
Form: Clerihew
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger has two rubber lips,
His body is made of elastic,
Swivel and swerve those ageing hips,
Replaced from recycled plastic.
KS 13/9/18
Categories:
jagger, fun, music, old, silly,
Form: Epigram
There once was a poet named Rick
Whose dancing sure had some kick
He moves like Mick Jagger
And sure has his swagger
His dance moves so cool and so slick
Categories:
jagger, dedication, friendship, fun, funny,
Form: Limerick
For a song that is sick, Levine's is my pick, and Adam rocks when he moves like Mick!
Written Dec. 12, 2015/ The song is Adam Levine's MOVES LIKE JAGGER. It's gotta be one of the best songs of the new millennium (BTW: Sick is slang for awesome!)
Categories:
jagger, song,
Form: Monoku
To say Mick Jagger
Lost his swagger
Wouldn’t be the truth;
But all his zeal
Has less appeal
Than it had in his youth.
His rooster strut
And vanished butt
Still worked the Garden stage;
But just one look
Was all it took
To see the toll of age.
It’s fine to rock
Around the clock
As long as you still can;
But younger folk
Would rather croak
Than lust for that old man.
Is there a time
When, past his prime,
A rocker packs it in?
You’d think he’d know
The time to go
Is ready for a spin.
But folks still cheer
This buccaneer,
Though weathered he may be;
If I could pick,
I’d not choose Mick –
He’s way too old for me!
Categories:
jagger, people, old, old,
Form: Rhyme