Short Joan Poems
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Joan of Arc would never bark
A command out on a lark
But would save the day
In a saintly way
Forever leaving her mark
My aunt Joan was a madcap
And she sat down on my lap
When I creaked
She was freaked
Honored me with slime and slap
Woman, you can stand
On your own two feet
If you had smile to cherish
You wouldn't hurt anything
Not even a husband is needed.
Joan Rivers -
Her face saw many surgical scissors,
yet a routine endoscopy ended her life
and she hadn’t even gone under the knife.
Actress Joan Crawford
Started out as a flapper
In silent movies
Then she became a shop girl
In talkies and then became
Ms Hollywood Royalty
Form:
there was a young lady called Joan
who frequently played on her own
a partner she said
won't help make the bed
he'll invariably be on the phone.
There was a lady named Joan of Arc.
Who, so sadly, was lit by a spark.
It's too bad that she died,
but let's see the bright side.
She magnificently glowed in the dark.
The crackling flames that scorched her flesh
and choking, blinding clouds of smoke
were not enough to sway her faith
as, bound, she died upon the coke.
for Isaiah's contest
Written in Iambic Dimeter
Her ways are mine
Yes, I love Joan
Her eyes do shine
Voice low, soft tone
None, she alone
Do I want Jane?
Think I not so
Want she in vain
There is no glow
Can’t be her beau,
Joan Baez Rising Star With A Guitar
Joan Baez was great true rising star,
As she sang and played on her guitar;
My heart touch,
So very much;
In majestic music world went very far.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Emf1O8q80SM
Jim Horn
Her last concert.
JOAN OF ARC
She earned the name
this woman
this welder
full leathers
shield in place
stinger
wielded with precision
smooth, molten slashes
melding cold iron
into heated union.
Joan of Arc!!
Don’t look directly at her
you may be smitten
by her welders flash.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
I go to face book and with few friends she is still there
as she died early spring never to be erased
to me she was a mentor and I loved her
taking the time to read me at ninety three of age
she was fabulous and more surrounded with books
and so I joined the soup to fill the void
a box she sent me on a shelf I cherish
keep it alive with mementos and why not
and a beach never to be replaced
I probably have sand hidden in my sandals
There’s a light in the sky, we know what it means,
It means the death of the Maid of Orleans,
The crowd is shouting, listen, hark,
They're saying “Death to Joan of Arc!”
The wood’s piled high, the fire’s lit,
Burn the evil heretic!
And in the centre of their cries,
There stands a young girl bound and tied,
She loved her God and fought for France,
But they killed her when they got the chance,
Throughout her life her glory shone,
And even in death her name lives on.