He was very talented and he has died at the age of 87.
After living for many years, he died and went to Heaven.
His best performance was that of 'General Zod'.
Stamp entered the Pearly Gates and he met God.
He gave another great performance in Episode 1 of 'Star Wars'.
His skill as an actor is something that people will never ignore.
I also enjoyed Stamp's performance in 'Young Guns'.
I'm guessing that his death has saddened everyone.
He was unique and it's time to say goodbye.
It's never easy to see such a special man die.
[Dedicated to Terence Stamp (1938-2025) who died on August 17, 2025]
Categories:
stamp, celebrity, death, england, film,
Form: Rhyme
The Two-Cent Daffodil
My Nana Pat, with a careful hand and eye,
Would've loved this stamp, a piece of sky.
Two daffodils, sun-kissed and so bright,
Held in a square of soft, creamy light.
I can picture her now, with her albums open wide,
A small world of paper and ink by her side.
With tweezers so gentle, she'd settle each one,
A small victory savored beneath the afternoon sun.
This two-cent flower, a promise of spring,
Was the sort of small treasure she loved to bring
Into her collection, a record of place,
Each stamp a new story, a moment of grace.
And though she is gone, I can still see her smile,
In this tiny landscape, worth more than a while.
For this isn't just postage, but memory's art,
A daffodil blooming in a grandmother's heart.
Categories:
stamp, daffodils,
Form: Ekphrasis
There you are exposed to the lick of a big tongue
Even though you are a soft green which is beautiful
Away you go on your journey to another country
So much farther than you could go in real life
Maybe Luna Moth Stamp you will end up in
Paris, France or The Neverlands
Made from a high-resolution digital print
By the artist, Joseph Scheer
Such softness to the design
Soft brown, sunshine yellow
In a gentle curved style
I'm reminded of the morn when one lay dead on drive
Captured in print you can live on and on
Travel the world and maybe someday
Space travel will complete your journey
Or you might get stuck in a scrapbook
Luna Moth USPS Stamp life has much in store
Categories:
stamp, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed
Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool,
Forever almonds eyes slanted aligned with cheek triangular faced,
Vivid stares in graced sitting tail staged right tipped black on end looks cool man
Sitting in on rippled lined white background represents layers of snow
Almonds stare eyes of slanted almond wearing coat of candy apple red
Solid beauty is the image blue skies, white evergreen tree, looks cool
Candy apple red forever fox a stamp of my hearts eyes sees so cool man
07/14/25
For Usps Stamps Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Ekphrasis poetry form only.
Categories:
stamp, analogy, appreciation, celebration, in
Form: Ekphrasis
Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame,
A postal stamp formed from forever lame.
Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass,
Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and lilac crevasse.
Bedecked in the hue of storm-light, a figure stands,
A gaze carved from ache, hair as comet strands.
Static roses, suffused in blue, stood behind,
Each petal burned by cords, yet spirit did not mind.
Rain doesn't soak into his skin or asphalt as he vies,
Yet, unshed tears flow from the dream to the sky.
The water leaves his clothing with faint rings,
But in this dampness, nostalgia unfurls its wings.
O, how you bend and blaze, purple witness—
A design firmly woven into the yarn of threnody.
Your quiet strength lingers as words fade,
A melody that pain cannot shatter or jade.
Let this stamp be a symbol in all mortal prayer—
For timid souls who dare not weep amid silk fare.
A poignant lament for love wrapped in mauve grief,
A message sent to a visitor, destined for the glyph.
Categories:
stamp, appreciation, star,
Form: Ekphrasis
Disco Music
Strobe light looks like moon-sun.
Halo lights of red, blue, yellow, green.
He wears classic Saturday Night Fever white.
She has a white flower in her hair,
head and hips swivel;
one-strapped red dress.
He points with hands over head.
Ballroom floor bittersweet-blue.
Celebration of disco music.
I was dressed in strapless purple.
Burned my bra.
This stamp doesn’t nearly catch
the falderal - not the nasal and falsetto
of the Bee Gees, nor the confident swagger
of Tony Manero. I will survive, my motto.
The couple on this stamp look too happy,
too peppy, maybe preppy, almost ‘50’s.
I remember the crowds, the loudness,
the vulnerability, the period; that Mom
had me ask Dad for money to go.
They let me. Strobe light shadows
of chiaroscuro amidst flashy night.
The stamp is too clean cut.
Categories:
stamp, america, music,
Form: Ekphrasis
Betty White lived so long,
they had all kinds of names for her.
She managed to stay America's sweetheart
for a century by being kind and funny.
A heart of gold worn on her sleeve,
she could make everyone smile.
Her sweet face is now on a stamp
while the tributes continue coming.
Her curls sweet and eyes a'glitter but
it's her smile that charmed us all.
On one little stamp they could never list
all of her many accomplishments.
Betty earned the Guinness World Record
for longest TV career by a female entertainer.
Her wit was in full view on shows like
Match Game and Hollywood Squares.
Besides appearances on The Carol Burnett Show,
she starred in The Mary Tyler Moore Show and The Golden Girls.
Her cleverness never got out of style,
she even hosted Saturday Night Live.
They were planning her 100th birthday
when Betty passed away a few days short.
She didn't have one last party in her
so Betty left us quietly in the night.
Betty, you're an icon and will never be forgotten.
AP: 3rd place 2025
Categories:
stamp, appreciation, career, celebration, celebrity,
Form: Ekphrasis
This stamp brings visions to our eyes
Of years gone by, in summer's skies.
He left to join our freedom's sound;
And band of brothers, there he found.
To guard our freedom, his thoughts turned-
For love of country surely burned;
With comrades joined, to then unfold
a unity of strength untold.
Two hundred fifty years this year
Marine Corps- still, to us so dear!
This stamp will proudly send our mail.
With thanks, all veterans we hail!
Categories:
stamp, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
What tale this stamp of time can tell
in silence of a world once held,
as captive by this forceful man,
with death intent to conquer lands.
We know not much except it’s found.
Its worth would probably astound
and have the cherished owner fear,
Who would value this as “dear?”
In simple plain coincidence
it’s passed throughout the ages since
and now by pure inheritance,
discovery is result of chance.
We cannot praise this frightening face,
bringing death to millions not of "master race."
A postage stamp stands for the time,
when such despise soon met decline.
Categories:
stamp, history,
Form: Ekphrasis
Goodnight Moon
a children's book by Margaret Wise Brown
the subject of my poem and my latest stamp purchase
was also a book that I read to my son
when he was little
not thirty-three, like he is now
forgive my forgetting the details
the book is no longer on my shelf
but in the story
it's bedtime for a little rabbit
who says goodnight
to everything in his small, cozy universe
of yellow, red, green, blue and white
including the moon
which he sees out his window
we all like to create
a benign, safe, friendly world
for our young ones
to grow up in
before they must encounter
a struggle to survive
prejudice, hatred, ill health, violence
lying, cheating, and the rest
I like to think that the better we can do
to create this world
for our babies and our youth
the better the real world will turn out
yet, I suppose, our children
must also learn how to be
smart, strong, and resilient
but today
on the week my son gets married
I like to imagine
that safe, kind world
of
Goodnight Moon
Categories:
stamp, books, childhood,
Form: Ekphrasis
My theme is, “Martha Washington – but why?”
First Lady – how the Big Man’s wife behaves
was fixed by her: so Jackie Kennedy
was shaped by Martha. Coming through the rye,
we learn that some are heroes, others knaves,
and some deserve to live in infamy
but end up famous. Think of “Family Guy”,
the David Hasselhofs, the Flavor Flavs,
or Arnold (Benedict), or Syngman Rhee.
So what did Martha do, that I decry?
She prompted no contumely, made no waves:
she didn’t do a thing – and there’s the key.
She didn’t change the world. She didn’t try.
The wealth you didn’t earn is what depraves:
one of Virginia’s wealthiest was she!
The only thing her husbands did was die.
Though not exactly dancing on their graves,
she certainly enjoyed her liberty
and dead men’s money. Didn’t have to buy
a toothpick. Bricks and mortar, horses, slaves –
she got the lot. And slowly, by degree,
she handed down (for Martha was on high)
the stuff that each descendant always craves –
the loot. It went to Robert Edward Lee.
Categories:
stamp, history,
Form: Ekphrasis
Life is but a stamp in time
Daily progressing but holding back its rhyme
We travel lightly never looking inward
Until the day the past is splintered
With thoughts and regrets of time wasted
Living life to the fullest thinking it was well crafted
But time marches on relentless and sure
Leaving your footprints on the path obscured
Trudging ahead but looking behind
To the past thinking life was well defined
For life is but a stamp on time’s grand page
A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting stage
Let us cherish and live it to the fullest
Through the easiest times or even the cruelest
©Deborah Kelly
2025
Categories:
stamp, life, time,
Form: Rhyme
Bound by constructs of the mind,
We use Time to define,
The current line, we're Riding.
Coinciding with Destiny.
A Journey, set by You and Me,
Before we could see,
To experience Reality,
Separately.
Spontaneously designed,
We are Unified.
We are all Tied,
By a Chord,
Heading toward Victory.
No more Trickery,
Let your Truth set you free.
Be who your creator,
Made you to be.
Perfectly planted seeds,
Bringing harmony,
Disarming hate.
It's never too late.
Embrace our fate,
Change your mental state,
Dictate your place,
As a Divine Being,
Using Time,
Traveling as Space,
Helping evolve our race.
Categories:
stamp, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
on letter put stamp
sent women who are at camp
who would be a vamp
Categories:
stamp, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Window to old truths.
Small, proud, poster of our past.
Poem. Art. Life. Blink.
15 July 2023
Categories:
stamp, history,
Form: Haiku
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