Legend Poems - Poems about Legend

The Legend of Jazz Soup Man, listen close/ This cat, He’s got the chops, deep, digging, negotiating chord changes, blowing you away with hip to the bone genre bending melodies, Improvising on his tenor horn/he...Read the rest...

"a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI" THE UNHEARD A forgotten melody Blows through the windows of pain Tears fall, doubts remain A sorrowful refrain War’s dark shadows looms near Massacres, hopes laid...Read the rest...

From way down in "Bama"__ Stirring echoes of Big Mama A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South Each word could be felt when it left her mouth With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence She would capture...Read the rest...

I climbed the Tor at Glastonbury one sunny afternoon in spring, to gaze across the willowed vale, and sense the Magic of a King called Arthur. Did he exist? I cannot know; this legend in my fair,...Read the rest...

After the fourth day of a full moonlit night In the month of Kartick arrives the festival of Karva Chauth A ritual to the testament of love and devotion Amongst married Hindu couples. The wife has kept fast since...Read the rest...

On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong She became a beauty, like a happy country song. She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware Down...Read the rest...

The Mallard Mimic is a myth.... it calls for a well trained chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines to create a standard that many would wish for and are willing to pay to have ------------------------------------------------------------ the usage of duck fat...Read the rest...

Haggis I was walking up Benarty hill When a Haggis crossed my path, It jumped into a puddle As it took it`s morning bath. It splished and splashed in the puddle And then it dooked it`s heed, And here`s me standing...Read the rest...

Where legends lurk And dark tales abound, This killer wails ... A horrible sound She cries and cries Still, none ever see, The creature they call The old banshee And if you hear her Late one night ... You will not live To see daylight Some...Read the rest...

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; ...Read the rest...

Robert Sherriff, Australian Poet, Author, Singer, Actor, American Historian, Photographer Exploring the Legend of Billy the Kid In the annals of the Wild West, one name that continues to captivate with its blend of notoriety and mythos is...Read the rest...

PELE Oh Yes! I am Pele Was born poor But to be great Dad played ball I’d loved to do it better Even if the flower won’t bloom I’ll cherish what I love to do Do it in a better way, thrive! Yea!!...Read the rest...

There was a time.............. WHEN purity and innocence prevailed WHEN the island was saturated with prolific rows of coconut trees grounded in fertile soil WHEN the land was richly decorated with bountiful trees that bore tropical fruits WHEN native...Read the rest...

Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons; Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions. Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to...Read the rest...

*Murder most foul. Rod Serling, Stephen King or Ellery Queen? Picturesque place on the edge of nowhere, small town American life. Suddenly subject to media glare, reports of the mayor's missing wife! Search parties, rescuers, all on...Read the rest...