Short Turner Poems
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Hearts of gold don't break, they melt.
Daniel Turner
checked for originality at plagiarism.org
Francis Danby A R A
contemporary of Turner in his day
for Exmouth sunsets,best remembered
sadly to few of him have heard
tina
....a turner....
tuned
....her 'urns'....
to turn
...a teen....
who
....tuned her
into
...tina's urn....
stans sand
Joseph Mallard Wiiliam T
a a bit of an art revolutionary was he
From 'old master genre' without guile
to a forerunner abstraction meanwhile
Thomas Girtin a Turner rival now unsung
perhaps 'cos he died so young
Water colourist was his thing you see
grandeur in landscape ever to be
Thomas Nate Turner only knew gloom
For "TNT" there was not much room
If one mistake
He was to make
Then he just might fall down and go BOOM!
Young lovers gazed with hearts ablaze
Passions stirred without a word
How sweet the wine when love was mine
Daniel Turner
11/22/2023
Thomas Girtin artist son of an Hugenot
friend of Turner,lived in St Georges Row
Famed for a panorama 18 feet by 108
sadly dying young..'fame' came 'too' late
A Christmas queen,
Dressed red and green
Beauty and grace,
Garnished in lace
Such a grand dame,
Poinsettia's her name.
12/7/2023
Daniel Turner
blooming and bobbing
flower power head turner~
feasting goldfinches
I passed a dancing sunflower on my walk today,
out sprang a goldfinch.
8/3/2020
I caught me a green leprechaun
He lied said his gold was all gone
I gave him a kick
He spit out a brick
I kicked his smart ass all day long
By Daniel Turner
I once met a Spanish high flyer
She wiggled and danced on a wire
Her pitter once pattered
Grew ninety pounds fatter
And now she sings bass in a choir.
Feb 4 2020
Daniel Turner
There once was a poet named Daniel
Mistook for a sweet cocker spaniel
They gave him some ****
Wound up getting bit
Needed morphine induced in granules
by Daniel Turner
The feel of fresh air on my skin, reviving me
The way I laugh loudly when waves wash over
The state of feeling comforted in close company
Knowing that Death is not an end, but a page turner!
Imagination flooded this cockney mind
A talent so rare to find;
Miserly,tactiturn said to be mad-
He poured out his abstract dreams
In coloured light of tinted steam.
Tribute to J M W Turner
Tempest over Brighton for certain
but who has painted this rain
who style do we see
splashed so free?
* turner or who? https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-constable/seascape-study-with-rain-cloud-1
Damned when we do, damned when we don’t,
the end works out the same
As love demands its pound of flesh
—the lion never tamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Inspired By Daniel Turner’
Saffron yellow sunset reflecting yellow gold
Amber yellow mindset in an ecru boat of old
Banana yellow memories of fields of jonquil flowers
Crayola yellow dreams in mango yellow hours
by Daniel Turner
Churning
fluid skies
wash
surreal
scenes
from the horizon,
clouds
rise
light from sunsets
abides,hides
swirl rides
above
the sea
Betty Grable, Hedy Lamarre, Rita Hayworth, Lana Turner
Stars of the forties, how many can remember
What century am I from
Was in love with every one
Much too young but old now and wearing dentures
Love without hope, is a rose without fragrance
Random musical notes, that have no cadence
An extinguished candle, by an unpromising wind
Where the heart panhandles, to a disheartening whim
by Daniel Turner
Many Ziegfeld Girls started out wearing costumes so fine.
We did not know them, but they were gorgeous and danced in a line.
This photo is amazing from 1941.
It has Hedy Lamar, Judy Garland and Lana Turner, what fun!
I asked the old fruit tree out back
To bare something sweet for a snack
Went back the next day
His root was displayed
I chopped him down quick in one whack
an original poem by the poemdog Daniel Turner
There once was an Arkansas beagle
Though quite common, registered legal
But when it would rain
The throne he would reign
As if thinking himself so regal
Feb 18 2016 an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
From inside looking out my hourglass
I watched as nature painted winter's grass
Entranced from listening to her rhythmic rune
One April watercolor afternoon.
by Daniel Turner
Taken from "Watercolor Afternoon"