Long Legend Poems
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"Bugger the "Group" mentality. I say burn it up with a revolutionary act, start your own Group. If you didn't exist, there would be no world. You are your own world, your own Cosmos, you are luminescent, keep on shining - the people who matter will move towards your light. Leave the other befuddled fools walk in the dark holding hands, following tails like sheep. This is a fantastic expression of your individuality. Always keep speaking your TRUTH." LLB
"Bedknobs, Bell Curves and a Broomstick"
Words of wisdom
sitting in bed
reading a story
from another person's head
A short story
titled "At the Edge of the Bell Curve"
registers ding ding ding
this is a mind
worthy to swim
Everyone has a story
some breathing fire
flying courageous
Majestic
saving people
outspread
Dragon Wings
Others are just
walking talking
milk and honey
Love-Ins
tap tap tapping
seeking numbers
for competitive wins
Heroic Acts
of pulling hidden
courageous minds
up from the road cracks
Now, that's pure,
GOLDEN
This is the true story
Blue Birds singing for
honey and flapjacks
hidden pearls
are the gems...
now there's no
turning back
ever again -
your REAL STORY
begins.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
Ref:
1. Short Story - "At the Edge of the Bell Curve", Poetry Soup.
2. Short Story - "The Legend Of Dar-Mok Luu", Poetry Soup.
3. "Smoke Rings" , Laurie Anderson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyTBdPytCIk
"...Well I had a dream and in it I went to a little town
And all the girls in town were named Betty..." -
4. "Language is a Virus", Laurie Anderson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR-AojanEA0
5. "I'm no Betty". Quote, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Lost am i
pondering over thoughts
lost in lines
faded in legend.
Before like a belive o the jews
so sealed was my faith
accepting all without question
beliving without thinking.
Authors and pens
wrote the tales
mortals and angels
gave it a name.
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i dare to doubt
like a religious rebel
rise i in revolt.
I belived once in the written pages
but now i see what lies in our ages
darlings and dears
with perfect smiles,such cherubic
faces.
I behold with every passing day
new brand of mortals striving forth
with each set of crystaline teeths
and when they walk? Ah well
measured feet.
I see our angels in the skin of girls
and ladies
our gods and lords in clothing of
youthful men
i see those witten words fading away
and a new dawn paving its way.
If factually were those words
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i defy them,for now we are borne
or still dare i but to ask, what then are
we?
We're a Gemini
One body, two different sides
Face remains the same
We try not to lie
We can have two opinions
Two sides of same tale
Gemini's are cool
But they are not mystical
It's just magic tricks
Now, in Ancient Rome
We're Romulus and Remus
Rome's quite famous twins
Raised on Palentine Hill
According to the legend
Romulus founded Rome
Gemini's old soul
Gemini's born in the Spring
As the flowers bloom
Here's the range of dates
Gemini's May 21st
Through June 20th
We're adaptable
Curious and quick-witted
Also, smart and fun
Now, the Libra sign
Gemini gets along with
Aquarius too
All three are Air Signs
Ruled by Air Elementals
All full of hot air!
You feelin' lucky?
We're like a coin, heads and tails
Shall we flip for it?
Now, you must be brave
Dangerous to flip a coin
With a Gemini
Now play the Pea Game
Now you see it, now you don't
Faster than your eye
Which one will you choose
Shuffling cups 'round the board
Geminis never lose
Now let's play some Darts
Geminis hit the bullseye
Always every time
Now let's Roll the Bones
Geminis will roll Sevens
While you roll Snake Eyes
Now let's play Poker
Gemini wins Ace High!
Gemini Joker
Gemini's Dream
We dream of Electric Sheep
As we fall asleep
It seems like it seems
Like others, Gemini's Dream
Dream within a Dream
Ask a Gemini
To give you our opinion
Which one will you choose
Don't tell Fairy Tales
Don't lie to a Gemini
We'll see right through you
Better hide yourself
Geminis have Third Eyes that
See into your mind
Another thing quite cool
Geminis see in your soul
And see what you are
You can't run and hide
Anytime from our Third Eye
It's just not advised
Gemini's Present
Geminis live in the past
The Gemini's Future
If you need someone,
Gemini's are True-Blue Friends
Will be till the end
Which is where we are
At the end of my poem
Gemini Goodbye...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
A goldfish has a memory of about three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their dear wife's negligee
A sneeze has been recorded at travelling over
One hundred forty feet per second
Fast enough to knock a buzzard off a poop wagon
An amazing feat without question
During an average person's lifetime, one will eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's the weight of about six full grown elephants
Embarrassing to be seen in the nude
In Tokyo, I'm told they sell toupees for your dog
Come on, that's just downright bizarre
Way back, “pants” was considered a bad word
That's one of the strangest facts by far
Only one person in two billion will live to be
One hundred and sixteen or older
Wonder if these geezers are still sexually active
Does the fire of passion still smoulder
The longest flight of a rooster ever recorded
Was about thirteen seconds they say
Chasing all the pretty hens around the barnyard
Clucking, “ride 'em cowboy, olé!”
Did you know Ramses Condoms were named
After the pharaoh Ramses the Second
This gentleman surely didn't use any such protection
For fathering 160, he's a legend
If you ever find yourself in a crocodile's jaws
Push your thumbs into its eyeballs
The croc will scream and immediately let go
Then run away before you get mauled
© Jack Ellison 2013
In the land of myths and ancient tales,
Where dragons roamed and heroes prevailed,
There was a celebration held with glee,
A feast to honor the legends of history.
The tables were laden with the finest fare,
Served on silver platters with great care,
Wine from the oldest vineyards flowed,
As the guests gathered and stories were told.
The first to arrive was the mighty king,
Who had slain the dragon and wore its ring,
Next came the queen who broke the curse,
And brought peace to the land with her gentle verse.
The knight, who had fought to save the realm,
And the sorceress who had cast the spell,
Together they raised a glass and toasted,
To the deeds that made them the most boasted.
The minstrel sang of the battles fought,
And the bard recited the prophecies wrought,
The people listened with awe and wonder,
As they savored each dish and every flavor.
For this night was not just another feast,
It was a tribute to the greatest feats,
To the legends that had shaped their world,
And to the heroes that would never grow old.
As the night drew to a close and the stars shone bright,
The guests bid each other a final goodnight,
And left with tales to pass down the generations,
Of the feast of the legend, a night to remember for all nations.
Let writers write their stories
And singers sing love songs
But we both know it, baby
They’ve got this “love” thing wrong
Cause what we’ve got is greater
Than all those words combined
The feelings that course through us
Defy being defined
No, nothing does it justice
It’s deeper than a word
Our “love” is more than magic
Makes all those songs absurd
Your name, there’s nothing sweeter
Your eyes immerse my soul
Your lips, a fiery furnace
Your breath revives my soul
To me, you’re not a hero
Each pales when next to you
And we’re not star crossed lovers
We need a term that’s new
For what we have is legend
It's truer than what’s real
It shames each song and story
Our love is what can heal
And so, I say, “I love you”
Though words can never tell
What rages in my heart
Makes heaven of this hell
So, let them write their stories
And let them sing love songs
But we both know it, darling
They’ve got this whole thing wrong
For there’s no love like our love
All others don’t compare
Cause what we have is stronger
No other stands a prayer
Yes, what we have is stronger:
The sweetest love affair
Eileen Manassian Ghali
New Beginnings
Now rising from a silhouette stronghold stands in its shadow, a servant’s heart
Enters tenacious consecrated emptiness as hope ponders distant pipes
When black crust lichen invades – enslaves - the mason’s ancient framework
Bits of falling pebbles facelift rough cheeks pitted by mortar’s mortal tears
Even as granite blocks shudder in grieving poverty of unsettled gloom
Grabs at careless jaundice of moss and age against the scribed ascent of ancient angels -
In corniced images of corn and elephants restored – tree of life woven in stone fabric
Navigates new christened knights and chisels to Nativity and an empty tomb
Noble dream to beatify anointed prophecies in crypts of holy mysteries and legend
Intrigue of time - visions of a hallowed grail lost as eyes still search for holy treasure
Now, living citadel, new beginning with no end, soaring sandstone above sanctified crypts
Gospel message retold in vaulted arches and in rainbows of alabaster illumination -
Strong walls like Templar arms guard breathing stone, a new grail, synonym for the redeemed.
Dedicated to the restoration, the new life, of Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland.
2-1-21
Contest: New Beginnings
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
While singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great melody it rings
“La Primavera” sole concerto
Uplifting the spirits without alto
Amsterdam, Prague, Venice and Vienna
Spectacular operas making souls remember
Strings and harmony joining in splendor
Maestro de Violino
Creating rhythm with his bow like no one knows
Musical scales moving your head
Great melody even for newlyweds
Tempo, decrescendo, awaken even a sleepyhead
Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
Bow singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great harmony it rings
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 4/14/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
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Placed in the 352 poems selected
out of the 1129 submitted in the
Poetry Soup September 2008 Contest
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Dedicated: To the lovers of great violin music
Author’s Comments: My youngest son is a violinist and it’s such a pleasure
listening to his music and hearing about the musicians he talks about with
others.
The contest I want to enter is called Just Because,
I thought about it and took a pause.
Today is a great day just because
I can go put flowers in a vase,
Listen to music of a legend so great,
Play tic-tac-toe with my soul mate.
Ponder the mysteries of life,
Put high heels on to greet the nightlife,
Sway to the rhythm of the music and feel the beat,
Or eat a piece of apple pie so divinely sweet.
Snuggle with man’s best friend, my furry little puppy,
I can sit on a bench and watch people go by, happy-go-lucky.
Savouring the moment and seizing the day,
Dreaming of destinations so far away.
What a wonderful concept this mind can be—
We can agree to disagree,
Be logical and fight the good fight,
Put your thoughts down on paper and write,
Just because.
We applaud
You.
My Dear, Child
Mandy, my dear child, I forgot to state,
that it be your mother and me
that have come to be the authors of your life,
it is we that are responsible for your strife.
It was our hands that wrote upon the slate,
the future that foretells the story of your fate,
a story that we all are so sad to have lived, to see.
Man
The ways of man, the ways of me
are not what I am, are not what I see,
but surely, they are, in the end, what I be.
A distance, small or great, from being free.
To soar upon glorious, feathered wings,
high above all, with a sweet voice that sings
of all the right choices one’s life brings
that could take one beyond all that stings
the body, the heart, the spirit, the soul.
To take us to that place, what a thing to know,
that we may feel free, may know a safe place to go.
Shadows frozen upon the walls of time,
along those mirrored halls, memories, they shine
upon all that life has become, this fate of mine.
Woman
Is woman ?, Venus, a distant planet
or a fisher of men, men to catch in her net ?
Is woman ?, the statue of ancient myths and legend,
or might she be other ?, alive, real, warm and a friend.
Her heart, to many, she has lent,
will any one man be sufficient.