Legend Poems - Poems about Legend

Nuggety nudger & nurdler Thorpey did embody Epitomise, personify Test Cricket Someone small standing tall Reliant defiant giant but Fragile and flawed Did he know he was adored? Cricket was his safe place In the 90's nadir Thorpey gave us solace Succour..grace & cheer Resilience & Brilliance Beacon of light Shining bright hark back Dancing in the dark Having a...

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It was gloomy today i never knew why but it always seems that way in a big city the south side all lined with beautiful homes all the same sizes and shapes somehow the sun just doesn't seem to make it off the ground here while the west side has some quaint sparks of sun and the east side...

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Truly a masterpiece of 'less is more', a distinct album cover one should explore. Little more than a handful of lines of a galloping horse - minimal design. A form so neat, so deft, so clean, cutting a fine figure, suggesting a shape unseen. It later became the de facto logo of the American country-rock band Poco. The red eye - a solitary...

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Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon, Had moves defenders would frown upon. From Lagos to Texas, he rose to fame, And left rivals grasping in shame. As "Little Moses," they called his name, In Houston, he rose to acclaim. He ruled with finesse, Brought gold to the press, And walked in the halls of great fame. Till today, he's a legend of the game, And basketball players...

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Legend of the 2JZ The Supra roars, a mythic beast, MK4 legend put to the test. With 2JZ heart, a symphony of power unleashed, wild and free. The twin-turbo whispers, a hungry growl, as horsepower surges, taking its toll. It dances and glides on asphalt ribbons, a silhouette fleeting where passion resides. The JDM icon, a cult’s desire, A legend forged in automotive fire. From street...

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One day I sat next to an Old Man. He looked at me and asked if I knew who he was? I told him all I knew about him is what they call him in town. They call him Crazy Man. He laughed and said that I Am. He told me he had...

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Chinese myth is about Pan Gu First god who kept Yin-Yang true Earth was made of Pa Gu’s prone corpse His eyes became the sun and moon of course His blood formed the rivers, all thousand and three Sparse hair grew into China’s plants and trees This god as much a legend as Greeks and Romans claim Chinese god, Pan Gu is...

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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 was born to play jazz/ he's got a ghetto heart with voodoo upbrings that resonate with the soul of the...

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"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 low in fear Innocent lives lost, memories scarred Forever changed, hearts marred Leaving loss, heartbreak displayed Riffles silence smiles Blood soaked in exchanging gunshots Forever battles,...

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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 the hearts and minds of her audience She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues She didn't...

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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 sunrise For the longevity and health of her husband All decked up in her finery and bejeweled Matching the stars in...

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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 a dusty road in the evening glow, She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow. Deceptive beauty...

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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 to cook white potatoes and then be arranged as scales attop a turkey cutlet that is stuffed with mushrooms, prosciutto olives,shallots spinach a sprinkle of nutmeg and garlic...

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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 thinking That Haggis were long since deed. It jumped right oot the puddle And shook it`s coat bone dry, I moved to get...

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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 say she drifts Over castle walls ... Amid Ireland's hills Letting out deathly calls And some say this ... She is but, free, To roam and...

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