Parsons Poems | Examples

Sheldon Lee Cooper

The physicist Sheldon Lee Cooper -
I’d call him a big party pooper!
He doesn’t like dancing
or even romancing.
His chats put you into a stupor!

April 2, 2022
For Joseph May's  'On A Lim' Poetry Contest
Character is Sheldon from BIG BANG THEORY.
Now that the original show is off the air, I really enjoy YOUNG SHELDON,
which is narrated by the character who plays the older Sheldon, Jim Parsons
(A highly intelligent character, he is extremely boring to most normal people!!)

Everyday I Die

Everyday I Die..

I am broken
Falling apart
Cursed at birth
Tortured tied to the windmill of the mind
Heart in tatters and ripped apart
By evil hand
An unwanted orphan
Umbilical chord
Severed from the world
I no longer understand
Or want to dwell
I a place I know well
I go there everyday
They call it hell!
Stabbed in the front stabbed in the back
I v’e reached a dead end street
And there’s no way back
Tried to span the gaps 
But fell down the cracks
A new mountain to face everyday
With a slippery slope
With no helping hand
Or rope
A broken compass I have no direction 
But down to sweet oblivion
Blighted by my own demons 
And my imperfections
Too man knots to untie
Thrown in the deep end cannot swim
Trying to keep my head above water
A lamb ready for the slaughter
Never got to F… the parsons daughter
Sleep my my only allie
I awake he nightmare begins yet again
Every single day I die.
 .
Peter Dome©2021.

Victorious August 75 Years

Atomic payback made impact dramatically 
Physics split minute energy into mammoth 
Allied forces warned Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Destroyer of worlds, Now I become death

Military master, Japan, thought threat outrageous 
Devastation loomed, four tonne 'Boy' understated 
Captain William Parsons' eleven crew couragous 
Strategists secured success in moment awaited

Mortally haunted, Heaven bound warrior, Tibbet
Executed bitter battle's end with dual blast pinnacle 
Blood fry in nuclear fire equals life's instant inhibit
Barrel of boiling tar nuclear, dark enemy formidable 

Warfare honing hails modern science triumphant
High flying stealth hit dismissive city, Hiroshima
80 000 obliterated in blast's mighty circumference 
Spurred surrendour from horror, West's redeemer

War's tragic trail of destruction is never desirable 
Japan's lax defense conceded their due fire cease
Bleeding Harbour sped innovation for global survival 
Deadly allied attack rendered long needed peace




15th August 2020

Demons Dream V2

The Raven by The Alan Parsons Project
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=170&v=mfBpxfRAPo4

through my sleeping
a bit of napping
I kissed the glimpse
of a wrapper tapping...
countless creations
of ever lasting
flipped the switch
in tricks of timing

t’is only this...

at pebbles shore
the silken lips
of evermore
whispering in mist
of wishes lore
then into heaven
raven soars
and to amazement
said “once more!”
the very quoth
as heard before

“this nameless... evermore"

a heart of hope
no burden bores
as raven sights
“the Jovian shore”
and so upon
a starlight twinkling
lines of rhyme
by way of thinking
"called the raven"
linked and syncing
into a maddening
demons dream

" Welcome... 
to The Screen"

Thales Twin

. for public domain

Thales Twin

(for those who practice poetry - a caveat)

Few will understand you,
much fewer less will care.
Everyone will think you mad,
and they won't be wrong there.

Friends will flee, abandon you,
parsons will curse your name.
You wander all streets aimless,
your work brings you infame.

Falling into wells is just
the price of starry rhyme
to guide weary travelers,
when Sun has run the sky.

Curse of the Alan Parsons Project

this is my own experience it happened to me.
There is an eye similar to the Alan Parsons project on my door,
Also when I attend group the Matre on the door template read Parsons
I'm haunted almost every night toward a demonic entitity that shakes my bed
it will pick my body up and move me toward parts of my room
Based on the life and work of the great author and poet, Edgar Allan Poe. 
The later re-issue on CD (in 1987) was re-mixed from the original master tapes enhancing some of the tracks and including the Orson Welles narration, recorded for the original launch of the album in 1976.

From listening to the songs on the Alan Parson's project I felt its awareness
Specifically, "The Eye Of The Sky" it got me thinking about an outer body experience.
Maybe it's just me but that's just how I feel about the project.

Legend

Nearby, drained, workaday faces pass by:

Working people with working class woe:

Faces bent in suffering, near hopelessness, made indiscriminate rue.


But turn on the car radio as the people pass by within earshot:

Music escaping from the radio,

Like the paradisal bird escaping from the

Proverbial gilded cage:

The otherworldly, mesmerisingly liberating rock, blues, jazz, and

Poetry of the Doors;

The antic, agonized meditations and harmonies, the unfettered idealism and

Humanity, the driving, rocking rhythm of the songs of John Lennon;

The rustic, soaring harmonies, the heartfelt, universal humanity of the

"Cosmic American Music" of LA "rhinestone cowboy" Gram Parsons:

Working class faces passing by, suddenly smiling, happy looking for 

The first time that day, Spirit enduring, Victory assured.

I Lay Waiting

Row after row they all look the same
Fading white marble with name after name
Grass growing slowly, groomed by the week
Occasional strangers; other names that they seek
Lying in wait, no one seeks my stone
No tears shed for me as I lay alone

Alone with thousands of souls just like me
Thousands who fell for the land of the free
A land that I love, and gave all to defend
And now I lay waiting for a loved one or friend
Loved ones or friends that so rarely stop by
Forgotten I lay here not understanding why

I sacrificed it all to keep freedom alive
My spirit cries out with a plea to survive
At least in the memories of those left behind
While I lay here waiting, entombed, confined
Unable to do much more than reminisce
About family and friends and everything that I miss

My memory is sharp; my whole life I recall
From the day I was born ‘til the day I gave all
Thoughts run willy-nilly always through my head
My body is wasting, though my mind is not dead
But now I am saddened as I lay here alone
Waiting for anyone to stop at my stone

Earl Parsons
Copyright © Earl Parsons 2012

What My Computer Thinks

Here he comes again
The keyboard pounder on the loose
Sure wish he’d learn to type
Without the finger abuse
Or overuse of
The Backspace key

Don’t smack me
I didn’t lose your pictures
You should have backed them up
Before you opened that attachment
And invited that worm
Into my circuitry
You bum

Go get some medicine
And wipe that nose mist
Off my monitor
That’s disgusting

Don’t open that file
Here comes that Trojan Horse
You’re on your own now
I just don’t care anymore

Hey, who are you
Where’d my user go
What’s that CD you’re shoving in me
My memory
My memory
My mem…………..

Hello
Welcome to Windows

© 2015 Earl Parsons

To the Teacher

If you were sky,
         I want to be cloud
         because it seems to everyone that I am a small part of you(sky)
         I enlarge your beauty(wisdom).

If you were a ocean,
         I want to be a river
         because it seems to everyone that I am created by you
         (though parents gave birth me, you(teacher) are the real creator of me)
         I convey your message(knowledge) through the land and sooth the thirsty parsons.

If you were a flower,
         I want to be a insect(bee)
         because it seems to everyone that I live on you
         I not only suck your honey(knowledge) but also I scatter you smell and fragrance(your philosophy).

If you are a human
         I want to be your foot-dust
         because it seems to me that I am the most lucky creature of this world
         everyone will compete to get me(foot-dust)

Hedda Hopper

Hedda Hopper 
wore many a fancy topper.
Louella Parsons hated her guts,
no ifs, ands, or buts.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for
information I obtained to write this clerihew.

June 27, 2013

Landscape Architect

It's all your fault
 Charles Mortington Parsons
 Designer of landscapes
 Extraordinaire
 That no one has a sense of time anymore
 
Green lawns appear
 Instantly overnight
 Tall trees grow
 In a morning or an afternoon
 
Mother nature
 Stacked tastefully
 Between terracotta bookends
 And it's all your doing
 Charles Mortington Parsons

Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

By Elton Camp

Meg’s mother-in-law hadn’t visited for a while
Yet, her approaching stay didn’t bring a smile

Long before Meg and Ken’s marriage had begun
She’d made it plain Meg wasn’t good for her son

“My son likes to wear only good quality clothes
And won’t approve of your jeans or any of those.

And don’t think he will ever take much delight
In a woman like you who wears her dresses tight.”

“And Ken grew up in a home that was kept clean
Not like your apartment, based on what I’ve seen.

Home cooked meals are all that my son will eat
You seem to think that take-out just can’t be beat.”

“In the early years of marriage you must economize
I doubt that you even know how to make good buys.

Ken won’t approve how much make-up you wear
Nor will he appreciate the way you groom your hair.”

Meg’s second anniversary was now drawing near
And so to her husband she made the limits clear

She didn’t mind Mother Parsons coming to stay
But she sure had better watch what she does say

But Mother Parsons didn’t prove to one to trust 
She rubbed her hand on a ledge and said, “Dust.”

It's All About the Benjamins

Affleck, Bailey, Banneker, Bernanke, Big, Blue,

Button, Crenshaw, Disraeli, Dover, Folds, Franklin, 

Gazzara, Goodman, Graham, Harper, Harrison, Hogan, 

Kingsley, Johnson, Kweller, Netanyahu, Parsons, 

Roethlisberger, Spock, Stein, Stiller, Turpin, Uncle, Vereen, 

… and Jerry

9/11

911 poem

I see flames and smoke 
Terrorists thinking it a big joke 
Sounds of eplosions in the air 
Screams and cries are everywhere 
Little children dying 
At home the parents are crying 
Sounds of sirens ring to my ears 
The looks on peoples faces is fear 
People jumping from buildings 
Thinking there going to have a chance to live
Smoke is burning there eyes 
hearing loud cries and sounds of breaking thighs
the smell of corps and the look of it, 
you pray to god you dont have to go throught the pain and fear they went through
people sitting at home watching this tradgity 
watching the deaths of other peoples families 
you think your life is perfect until oneday 
it all goes up in flames

by mandy parsons

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