"nominees" poems
Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall. Ken Griffey Jr. will surely be selected.
I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.
In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:
A feeling heart
loves poetry
is a friend to others in the community
A Triple Crown.
Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:
Vicki (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
It's like trying to tickle someone when you have no fingernails
It's like writing poetry with no heart and with no words at all.
It's smoking cigarettes everyday for awhile and not thinking about it,
they say lung cancer wants to see you after your show, don't forget skin cancer called too
It's getting a massage from your ex and your girlfriend enters,
It's like hearing sirens but not seeing red and blue,
It's not remembering why you got their but do
you remember the path you walked to see those iron bars?
It's a hat with no brim, or an animal lacking primal instinct
it's trees without phloem but osmosis is falling on itself
it's a painter without eyes, a prophet whose own cat got his tongue
its all about armed forces, arms dealers, war on drugs, war on terrorism, brothers in arms, support the soldiers, remembering those fallen, veterans, astronauts, republican nominees, presidential faults|
"We want the world to stabilize."
It's like vanishing and coming again, its not a reflection from water
it's not a magician revealing his trick or certainly not receiving a wizard's staff
it's more like having Shakespeare's pen but not quite enough paper
it's sort of like having the world in your hand but immediately getting your arm cut off.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
A basketball playing professor of law
Took advantage of an opportunity he saw
He ran as a Hyde Park resident
And became our celebrated president.
Hyde Park the home of Argonne lab and the U of C
Fathered many Nobel Prize winners and nominees to be
More than Harvard, they cared not it would seem
They claimed to have a better football team.
I'll have to renew my loaner card
Obama placed his library in our backyard
His presidential record there for all to see
What a waste, says Donald Trump
He doesn't mention me.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
You open your mouth and engulf the San Clemente Mission in flame,
Bonfires and breeze and look how you’re little Miller High Life escapade gets out of hand,
Look at the aftermath. You saw it coming. You predicted the beforemath.
Go ahead.
To mentors, you’re wrong no matter what,
Go on ahead.
To friends, you’re always circumstantially correct.
You’re led astray.
You’ll have to hide under the pier after this.
“I’m Sorry miss, you have to leave.”
Cue Grammy nominees for Reality Check and Now She’s Bawling category.
[Name Undisclosed] in… (sound of planes releasing chemicals on brushfires),
I’m hoping for a small mistake,
And granite skin,
And I’ll learn.
Until then, a bonfire sounds novel.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
The oscars are a few hours away
For some it'll be quite the day
All dressed up in their favourite attire
Ready to set the red carpet on fire
It will be a starry affair
Some will experiment with fashion and choose to dare
Flashbulbs and interviews will be the order of the day
While the sun shines the broadcasters will make hay
The nominations are once again a white affair
Makes everyone want to question and stare
The nominees will all be here
The crowd and the audience will cheer
But in the end it is the winner who will give that speech and shed a tear
When the winners' speeches get long
The men with the violins start to play their song
Later the victors will pose with their awards
For the hard work they put in it will be for them deserving rewards
Just wish for the awards to be filled with a little bit more diversity
It would only strengthen everyone's belief in equality
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
While wearing t-shirt
and a brown cap
Two knees are
on two thighs.
Fingers were
functioning like
on keyboard to
create an unique tunes
for Grammy and Oscar.
A woman filmmaker
is travelling by taking
her movie in globe.
Desires deserve
for Oscar or
nominees of Oscar.
A zoologist
is being prepared to submit
her new invention for
Nobel prize.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Good Nyet, Soon
Sad late night Tweets
Staged comings and goings
To and from the tower
On Fifth Avenue
Red hat, white hat, ducks ***
Hair-do, sinister Kubrickian sons
The daughter of his darkest fantasies
Pay no attention, shiny surfaces blind
Us to henchmen nominees
Foreign creditors and deals done
In the shadow of onion domes
The Constitution assaulted, old girl
****** and humiliated as if
She were Miss Paraguay or
A high end St. Petersburg call girl
No, keep your eyes on the prize
Investigations and charges
Corruption in high places
Discovery and deposition
Congressional hearings and maybe,
Just maybe, our old pal impeachment.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
Given out in high school
for Nothing
peer selected nominees
for Nothing
for being Nothing
but a pair of cool shoes
and a fake smile that hides your bitten tongue
given to the best dressed
most arrests
opinionless
children
seeking to grow up to be
Nothing
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
I arrived with purpose
In the irony of no smiles
My captured soul had been traded
For the one and only
The love for purity.
Calling impatience an obstacle
My presence signified readiness,
In the tumour of absolute courage
No weapons admitted for transquility
Mastered for ability while peeping for stability
Standing in reality amidst probability
In a calamity of visibility far the sight of vayage in plan
Farewell to my beloved losses, one knee bow to star of focus.
Nay i see the darkness as naked as smoke hole
Trapping souls of beloved hanging nominees of betterness.
I stay besides their lies
But in love of the unseen solidality
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
A thorn dressed like a rose
Hate dressed like devoted love
Grave grin in a well- wished pose
Rigging in the name of trust
Stepping miles away from promises
Into ghostly nightmares
Opting deadly choice among ill nominees
Still ill- fated fake cheers
Frozen in the roughness of wounds and pain
Melting with the warmth of aggression
Who committed those highlighted mistakes
I'm the victim of my fate
This is the clear conclusion..
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC