Raleigh Poems | Examples

Mr Potato

Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy

'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.

Heraldic Blessing

Under development 


Azeur Seme  fleur-de-lis, Spencer's chivalry.
Within my soul my hearts sings sonneting 
Of Raleigh Medieval poetry, I  set sail the seven seas ; 
Tis the dance of a B Minor melodic symphony, 
The horizon of an adventure awakens in me 
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently upon my Ebony and Ivory , 
Azure Seme fleur-de-lis heralds our welcome home 
Within my soul I draw near to land ;
Every note my diaries quill penned 
Ne er will my adoration fail your fair hand 
And the Sun riseth once again upon our welcome home 
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently sings in harmony 
Azeur Seme fleur-de-lis harks the Angelic symphony; 
Sings my heart and my soul together in sychronicity.

Powder Blue

Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.

A Gift.
Not as I had dreamt,
Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip.
A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts,
A mode of movement, demanding awe.
Trophy as much as vehicle.

Summer followed.
She earned my respect,
Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness.
For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew,
Threw wind in my face, took my breath.
Grazed elbows and knees.

Barry Sheene.
Randolph Scott, John Wayne,
I became all of those, that hazy summer.
Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies,
Hurtling down race tracks unknown.
Winning hearts and trophies.

Funny now
My memory of where she went,
Evades me, time has ridden past, fast.
The bike I once called Mary, with love,
A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of.
Beautiful powder blue.

Red Moon Rising

RED  MOON  RISING

      Red Moon rising
       on a total lunar Eclipse!
       Reddish tinge ! A glimpse.
         not surprising !

      Bubbling bloody Moon !
       Mellow mystic maroon.
      Science announcing :
        Raleigh Scattering .
          Under umbrella 
          of  the umbra
    Moon catching reddish hue
       displays red shade on view.

         More cloud, more dust
        in Earth's atmosphere
         The more redder 
         Moon to appear.
          as eclipse to last.

         Poet feels lunatic passion,
         blazing fiery fusion.
         igniting dormant desires to burst.
         Entwined emotive urge and lust.
         Red Moon Rising above,
         enchanting, surprising couple , in love.

Not So Funny

I think smoking is quite funny,
Stuck in the mouth, like a dummy
Smoke billowing out from the ***
After every single drag
Eyes get tired from the smoke
You cough so much you nearly choke
Tobacco rolled up on a piece of paper
Sir Walter Raleigh started this caper
One wonders if this Raleigh bloke
Thought of cigarettes as a joke
As he saw people cough and splutter
And once or twice, was heard to mutter
I have started a trend
That some will not comprehend
Or understand
They were aware it could be addictive.
If afflicted,
And will always need a cigarette at hand.
Some thought smoking was sophisticated
And not related
To a threat to one's health
The sellers were only concerned with the wealth
Not the health of the user,
Perhaps Sir Walter didn't know
How much the sale of cigarettes would grow
Why is smoking so attractive
When it can make smokers inactive
When your lungs get full of smoke
And you want another Puff
Will you think it is a joke
And realize enough is enough

Hymn Mi Row-Knumb

Reclaimation
Recyclation
Drilling into
stone to
manage water
waters to be
reclaimed 
stored and
reused.
Then how might
I speak such when
My existence can
be questioned in
opposition to my
Claim.
Fro. Stranger to
Less strained.
Might the freindly
way of sacred
trust trickle upon
the stranger
Uncitifed to be
Country enough
to be Human!

The bassoons stopped when
the piccalos spoke of reclaimation
and desaltifcation
To let the cymbals speak to
trumpeted muses.
Oh clear!
Might my waters
Quinch my thirsty
Palate.
When they speak me
as existed, to make
Me evil and my
exhistance vain!

Sarah of Raleigh Durieum!
Summa Thyme
I want for you to say
Cause I wanna put mi
Light shades on !

By
A. C. Terry Jr.

Thinking Anew

Old Charleston Charlie is sick of waiting
For all of the haters to stop hating
So is his friend Savannah Sue
She’s fed up with all of the poo
Birmingham Bob recalling Bull’s dogs
And how that history changed in the log
Atlanta Alice while cleaning her palace
Decided it was time to drink from a new chalice
Ollie from Raleigh while riding the trolly
Had this epiphany, his choices had brought folly

Suffering in the malaise of old slipping Jimmy
Breach of their trust, by young slick Willie
A failure of go, lasting legacy of the big O 

Their dreams washing away in the sea of rhetoric
So little hope, yet so much changed
So much was lost, for so little gain
Washington crushing the folks on Main

Now is their time for thinking anew
Perhaps they may change your point of view

Trump An Example of Excoriable

Trump an Example of Excoriable

Trump is example of  being excoriable;
Distinctly determined to be deplorable,
And a sad case,
We should erase;
High filuting and horendiously horrible.

Aha. 6,200. Will be gone for a capable 
of days trying to escape Florence by
going to Raleigh area.

Jim Horn

Limerick Crochetes: Once Our Senorita From Sevilla

Limerick crochetés: Once our Señorita from Sevilla – XV

Once our Señorita from Sevilla
Came to Paris on a flotilla
She stepped out on high deck
Slipped and twisted her neck
Guess what happened to her mantilla

She stood under five metres flood pour
Couldn’t help but gulp Seine while she swore
Dreamed of Paris fiesta
During noon freeze siesta
But the wine tasted nothing like Dior

So to set sail called her Armada
Up Thames to sip with Liz II limonada
Head hit by Tower Bridge
Due to thawed Arctic fridge
Flamencoes with Raleigh in Andromeda

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018

Sir Walter Raleigh

Sir Walter Raleigh :  
 by James Edward Lee Sr.

Sir Walter Raleigh
Smoked cigars  wrapped
in onion-skins
dated ballerina
Virginia Slims


11/22/17

World Cruise

What if the world is really flat?
Or if we fall off and that's that?
Really, would you ever go that far
Like the world is round and all that?
Do you think the fifteen-hundreds

Could be right, flat is all we'll get,
Raleigh, Columbus were a lie?
Up until now I would have bet
It didn't matter where we sailed
Science would be our safety net.
Except now Trump has me confused!




9/25/17

Poetry Contest

All entries must be typed and titled.
Do NOT put your name on the poem, 
so it may be judged anonymously. 
Put your name on a cover sheet along 
with your contact information, including 
phone, address, and email.
No email submissions will be accepted. 

Submit all entries in hard copy to:

NCSU Poetry Contest
Campus Box 8105
English Department
NCSU
Raleigh, NC 27695-8105

The POSTMARK DEADLINE is Monday, March 13, 2017
Due to volume, we cannot contact each contestant or 
return your poems afterwards.

Karen Butler

“Our own Festival of Youth Sport reminds
us that the potential to achieving the highest
starts with home grown talent.” It's no jest. 
Karen works for the Girl Guides, the finest. 

She has spina bifida causing weak legs, 
And started shooting in the year of 1984,
With the Duke of Edinburgh, open door, 
The top award scheme where you core. 

Stoke Mandeville introduced her to guns, 
And she first shot in 1991 at the Euros, 
Which were there with Belgium portfolios, 
In the big West Flanders city of Bruges. 

Karen made her debut at the Paralympics
Of Barcelona in Spain in the year 1992, 
And went on to enjoy more Paras, due:
Three - Atlanta, Sydney and Rio with ado. 

She thoroughly enjoyed Operation Raleigh, 
Which was a disability trek to two islands, 
Over the Atlantic to Turks, Caicos sands, 
Where she dived among the coral strands.

Ever Since

Ever Since

Forever, I loved my mother and father
They never complained or tried to bother
But soon found out I was spoiled rotten
So they stuffed each ear with cotton.

Even though she truly was a terrible three
My sister had always been as bad as me
We would pick a daisy and were lazy
And did drive our patient parents crazy.

Somehow we had raised so much static
Hair stood on end and we became erratic 
Like loser poets thinking that they can
Give poem brush off then use dust pan.

After each perturbing poem was collected
And like a puzzle pieces tightly connected
Results had become a horrible aftermath 
Poets poured water then they took a bath.

Each poem was brainwashed from his mind
Had a great, bright idea and he bee-lined
To you and up poems made others tense
And Soup hasn't heard from me ever since.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
We leave at eight PM tonight from Raleigh for
London. Can hardly wait. We are sure that the
Royal Princess cruise will be something else out
of South Hampton to Guernsey, Ireland, Scotland
and Normandy and return. This might be one of 
my last poems for a while.

Everyday America

People eating their daily fill
Mothers popping their daily pill

Fathers drinking their daily beer
Hunters shooting their daily deer

Rain pouring on the city
Parents looking for each other’s pity

Children playing very gaily
Tourists visiting the town of Raleigh

It’s these days that I can’t stand
These days that go by and are oh so bland

When the boredom sets in,
That’s when my head spins

The days when nothing seems to flow
The days when everyone just wants a show

People are just never satisfied
Until they are undyingly gratified

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