Stewart Poems

Sylvester Stewart

Sylvester Stewart
for funky music had a heart
his music craft he did hone
and became known as Sly Stone

Overstocked

One needn't be a Trump fan to
marvel at the sales persona in
the D.T. man..
Looming criminal charges don't seem
to matter as the marketing of his name
just keeps his wallet growing fatter..
It' similar to Martha Stewart and the
K mart plan.
People kept buying her products and
her name became a brand.

If Americans would stop buying his product and
to his rally's flock.
All the stores would have to hold sales
and admit  they had overstocked..

Martha Stewart

The small print on my facecloth said Marth Stewart.
-But I knew what it meant-

Rod Stewart Lied

I'm sailing on a fancy yacht 
But I don't give a damn 
Cause I'm so bloody seasick
I don't know where I am 

It began as a 'wee jaunt' 
That sounded kind of fun 
To sail about in balmy seas 
Enjoying wine and sun 

But it's not what I expected 
I think Rod Stewart lied 
I'm not 'sailing to be free' 
My brain is feeling fried 

I've been sick on everything 
Just throw me overboard 
I can't stand up and can't lie down 
I'm one exhausted broad 

A land lubber is what I am 
Sailing life does not enthrall 
I like my feet upon the earth 
I've no sea legs at all

A Martha Stewart Pan

I bought a Martha Stewart pan and liked it very well
now for my cooking needs I have ten or twelve
I used to drive a big old Ford Galaxy it was colored brown
now I have a green Chevy truck to get around
Once I only drank Coca Cola to cool me down
now a Pepsi even RC my thrust to drown
Blue jeans were all I wore that was a fact
now I am more comfortable in a pair of slacks
Once I always slept in PJ's to dream the night away
now in loose t-shirt and boxers on slumber's sleigh
I once watch network television for shows and news
now its all streaming for entertainment woos
I used to pray at night before I went to sleep
now I pray anytime of the day or week
The more things change they really do
but the one constant I keep as I love you.

She Is a Martha Stewart

Our hostess had creamed cheese in pea pods.
I loved it!
And jalapeno jelly in wonton wraps.
I love jalapeno. 
I made a pig of myself.
Snorting and chomping.
Squealing with hog gusto.
She brought out strawberry turkey salads.
She’s like Martha Stewart, my friend suggested.
Except she has probably never been in jail, I replied.
Jealous of both of them.

An Ode To Martha Stewart

Every month, without fail, I buy your magazine,
   I read it through from front to back, to see what I might glean.
   I'm awed at your endeavors and your accomplishments are many.
   You show readers how to keep a home and save a pretty penny.

   You sew and craft, dice and bake, then deftly plant a row.
   You show the way to knit and felt, and how to mix up scrumptious dough.
   Yes, Martha you amaze me, your work ethic is supreme.
   And creating order out of chaos is every woman's dream.

   You make affixing glitter look like more than just plain fun.
   You roast and toast, and yes, compost, until the job is done.
   I'm sure you have your critics, though I hope that they are few.
   We may buy your sheets in Macys, your pots and dishes too.

   You've shown this world the domestic life and all it's meant to be.
   Most of all you've given hope to plain old gals like me.

James Stewart

James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
His lanky frame wasn't a detractor,
James Stewart was a prolific actor.
His deliberate drawl was a factor,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.

He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
With his shy stutter and sly smile routine,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
His roles were never vulgar or obscene,
neither in films nor in a Broadway play. 
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.


(Intertwining Triolet)


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Stewart Nangle

Stewart’s accident almost amputated his leg, 
So now he’s a para-shooter from Bacup, 
Which is a town in Lancashire, English peg, 
He trains at Blackburn RPC to rise up. 

In Glasgow’s Commonwealth Games 2014,
He came fifth and was chosen for Rio, 
He was born on the 2nd day of July in 1966,
And model making is his top hobby, bio.

Stewart

there this man named stewart
hes not real smart 
every time we talk he goes to the park
he said he had a wife but she was really a mop
the last woman i seen him with was a cop
we have so much pity on this man 
he fell at his house and slammed his head on a pan
stewart is a cool guy
except that time he tried to fly
he almost died 
one day he came to work carrying a bike 
he said i decided to ride my bike to work
it was kind of funny 
i guess at that point we figured out he was a dummy
so the moral of the story is you better watch out whatever you do
because one day stewart could be you

Jon Stewart

TV Land won’t be the same
Without Jon Stewart’s face,
For he’s the one man on the air
That no one can replace.

With other newsmen slinking off
Because they’ve lost our trust,
“The Daily Show’s” lead anchor
Leaves all others in the dust.

When even those who’ve winced at jokes
He’s made at their expense
Express remorse at his departure,
Sadness must commence.

They’ll fill his seat and surely
He’ll do something else real soon,
But his announcement stuck a pin
In everyone’s balloon.

Kristen Stewart

kristen is a magazine girl
beautifully portrayed in the glossy pictures of fashion
wonderfully articulated on silver screen
down to earth girl with a wickedly beautiful presence
thouse green eyes are simply magical
in paris fashion lace she is delicious
but her beauty is best illustrated in t-shirt and jeans
down to earth girl full of life
she shines in spite of hollywood
standing beautiful in sunlight rather than limelight
dreamy poet and artist
weaving her hearts light into beautiful visions of ink
legendary magazine girl
kristen stewart is one of a kind

Kristen Stewart

In the beginning God created heaven and earth
                    And the baby doll, with a dollop of almond paste
                    Mixed with juice of rose petals and lemon, chaste
                    Cheeks are apple pulp and chin slumbering dew
                    Eyes are virgin birth, face golden moon in pew
                    Hair is sunset glow bathing in orange juice mirth
                    The baby is Kristen Stewart our dream’s rebirth.

Robert Michum 7-1-97 Jimmy Stewart 7-2-97 Charles Kuralt 7-4-97

ROBERT MITCHUM-----7/1/97
          JIMMY STEWART-----7/2/97
           CHARLES KURALT------7/4/97
On lifes long road, who knows where are the ends
and when the ones we love leave us alone
what words express the loss of dearest friends
held oh! so dear, whom all the world has known?

Was this their highway junction to all time?
Our grief would be too great for only one,
and three together taken, shouldn't rhyme
but brings reality now that they're gone.

Out on the road, with Charlie, Bob and Jim,
we see ourselves in all they've ever done,
as memories, some bright and others grim,
from reel to reel, and love them every one.

They told our stories, every one was real,
as if they knew exactly how we feel.
               God Speed, My Friends
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Stewart Sonnet

Your green eyes, O! how they haunt me, 
You daughter of Persephone, you angel of night,
Whose silence bleeds mine heart, whose very sight
Entangles my limbs in a web, unfree
Without thee. Your cloudy visage I cannot see,
You Morpheus, intruder of my nights,
Of my dreams, as I climb after you to 
     unknown heights,
Heights that I slip upon and fall to the sea,
The flat sea of static, of hundreds of pixels.
But you lift me from the waveless waters
Before you vanish in white again,
Before I can taste your sweet morphine lips.
Kristen, Kristen, should I not bother?
Will we ever share blood, a kindred skin?

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