ASHLEY
She was like a daughter to me
A child who needed a father of
Her own but not quite all alone
Nor a stone
Almost a stepdaughter that kid
Was a likable sweet child who
Almost mild but never wild often smiled
Spoke from the heart
She was cute and sometimes funny
Even though not a bunny and brighter
Than brownies that are covered with
Peanut butter -Might have been better off as a squirrel
and last I saw her she was an adorable painting
But no matter what she does nor what name
She uses Ashley will always be Ashley even though
Not the cheese loving munchkin that she was
Gold Medal Marathoner, Susan Ashley
Never can be accused of acting rashly
Carefully crafts each word, line, and stanza
Wowing us with her prolific poetry bonanza!
Silver Medal Marathoner, Craig Cornish
We applaud your brilliant marathon flourish
Bespoke wit and singular vision ascend
Your distinct voice ran strong to the end
Bronze Medal Marathoner, Michael Coy
Whose wit and humor we all enjoy
A Spaniard, perhaps—yet a Welsh-British New Yorker?
Whose layered literary allusions prove he's a real corker
Leather boots and belts,
A maiden’s lipstick,
Handcuffs, lace panties bra,
Sword slave,
Wash muzzle,
Plug Tongue,
Eel slime plum,
Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands.
Razor clam ***** dug tunnel,
Cucumber purr kitty.
Brine volcano mussel worm plank,
Brassiere blaze twirl shell,
Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer!
Scream spank shout!
Kettle strap!!
Steam lung pulse!!!
******** morgue eating crucifix breakfast?
09-12-2024
Being as unfaithful as Ashley Madison
That’s how I honestly feel when it comes to God
Who’s not like luggage which I can just jettison
Though the world at times tempt me to never applaud
Him it tantalises me endless draws me in
Like raindrops on spider’s web yet so bitter-sweet
I can’t deny myself this feeling which can spin
Me out of control making me think I’m complete
Caught up in this trap where I feel like flame exposed
In the wind struggling to stay lit and bright on site
I thought being in the dark no one sees me imposed
On me consistently afraid of how this Light
Tracks each move I make I’m like Eve in the garden
Ecstatic with this set-up where I always find
Myself in God’s mercy asking to be pardon
A perpetual sinner under His watch aligned
To go astray right away even if I do
Believe in God wholeheartedly with all my faith
The main challenge my flesh constantly puts me through
Trials and tribulations not once not twice not eighth
Time provided I’m cognizant of how I live
Under His radar forgiven every time I
Sin and sin and sin again and again He give
Me chance provided I repent and not just try
Fall from your embrace
Your Hellenistic beauty
Sees it all, Ashley!
Benevolent belle,
bounteously brilliant bard,
befriends birds, butterflies,
bard buddies bow, bring ballads,
buttercups, bellflowers bloom,
blithe, bestowing bursting blossoms
brimming bright blessings. ~
Gold Medal Marathoner, Susan Ashley
Never can be accused of acting rashly
Carefully crafts each word, line, and stanza
Wowing us with her prolific free-verse poetry bonanza!
Silver Medal Marathoner, Lin Lane
Time to pop the proverbial ‘Pérignon champagne
Your podium pal called your `brilliant pen a daystar bright’
Your genius poesy, dark or light, is a poetry lover’s delight!
Bronze Medal Marathoner, Mark Massey
Sonneteer extraordinaire, smooth and classy
All of your poetry – no matter the form – are unique creations
Each is a masterclass greatly exceeding our expectations!
In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic soul
Where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drip upon the page as poems
seeking a night's landscape
of wandering wishes beneath glittering stars
from a memory in fanciful flight
on the wings of perfection
where a sonnet shimmers in stardust bestrewn
as the moon serenaded fades into song
forgetting to rise and light dusky skies
lost in the magic of this intimate dark
as lips of a poet tingle the skin of a lyric
and brush with a breath thoughts soft as a flute
fantasy flies like fireflies from a jar
to drift to the depths of velvet horizons
reveries no longer long to be free
as the muse charms a pulse from the page
It's there in my heart's timeless space
I hear the poems of your soul
3/16/21
Thank You...Dear Friend, Dear Poet
Parting ways
so bittersweet
Makes your return
twice the treat
Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and Diane
lover of family, imagination and artistic expression, the skies in all its moods and wild places
who is patient with others but impatient with self, is inquisitive, confident yet insecure
who embraces laughter as well as tears, the thrill of wonderment, the beauty of empathy
and fears loss of freedom, the unknown and hateful emotions
who would like to see her children’s dreams come true, the other side of the heavens and the end of man’s inhumanity to man, animals and Nature
a proud lifelong resident and beach enthusiast of the South Coast of Massachusetts
Ashley.
Susan Ashley
October 14, 2019
S he weaves her magic with every write
U nforgettable verse, enchanting delights
S onnets, collaborations, free verse, rhymes
A stonishingly fresh imagery, pearls sublime
N uanced romanticism, so delicate, so fine...
A iming her Cupid's arrow straight at our hearts
S teamy, sultry, sensual masterpieces of art
L ove affairs exquisitely conceived and created
E ach phrase, impeccably crafted, has lured and fascinated
Y ou and me -- as we thrill to her wizardry, captivated
The Ambiance of Amber Light
I watch the morning glow behind you
inviting my eyes to pause in soft amber light
which frames your beauty
warming my heart with a smile
bursting the seeds of passion
allowing them to float endlessly...through my soul
pouring desire into the eyes of love
until they overflow and drip like dew from leaves
glistening in the sun spiraling towards Earth
leaving a wondrous glint in the eyes
could that this moment never end
nor escape into the unknown
Bathed is my essence in sweet dew of dawn
and wondrous is the glint that luster your eyes
as I radiate morning-glory grandeur
within your golden gaze of ardor
whose fervent seeds sow saffron dreams
wishing to possess and be possessed
I reach for you surrendering in softest amber light
luscious in the bloom of morn
captured in the nectar of each breath
taken in the heated heights of desire's depths
this moment an amaranth
thrilling this twinkling of time never to fade like a distant star
My gratitude to Susan and her beautiful mind and heart
for her help and kindness
Oh, do you know of Ashley G?
My woman crush, it's plain to see
just why I think she must be heard
and that is why I pass the word
A woman brave and sexy strong
who tells the shamers, "You are wrong!"
There is no one way we should be
a size plus siren, look at me!
I live my life just as I please
without a care, so let them tease!
I have the looks; I have the curves
When you see me, you're bound to swerve
and take a second and third look
my beauty goes beyond the book
I'm gorgeous, sexy, here to say,
'Now love your body, all the way'
I love my curves and cellulite
My handles that are out of sight!
I flaunt, I strut, and let them stare
This plus sized model doesn't care!
I'm Ashley G, my swimsuit line
and lingerie make big girls shine!"
I follow Ashley on the gram
and love her dearly, that's no scam
Oh, Ashley G, you're meant to be
The icon for big girls like me!
Eileen Manassian
PLASTIC SURGERY
~~~~~
The now senescent sands, lost beauty,
suffering plastic surgery two tides a day.
Back when, the tides revealed its beauty.
Man, so remiss, it hasn't stayed that way.
Metaphorically speaking, as sand can't age
Biologically speaking, but its density,
It increases, and quickly when storms rage
From rock to mud, ongoing, relentlessly.
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Re Susan's poem 'Chalice of Ambrosial Dreams', WHAT! were you thinking?
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/chalice_of_ambrosial_dreams_991815
Ashley best describes himself as,
Cheeky, funny and also happy as,
He’s a student at South Bank Uni,
Of sports coaching in London city.
He is a very keen table tennis player,
Started playing in primary, 7th year,
And just missed out on London 2012,
But was at Rio 2016 with his helve.
2013 and Ashley won many bronzes:
Italy, Hungary and had Czech ounces;
So in 2014 Ashley won UK nationally,
In class 8-9 singles, phenomenally.
Then breakthrough: Slovenian Open.
In the team event, you’re no token,
And at the Cote d’Azur International,
Ashley won 2 bronzes medals brutal.
In 2015 he won in the team events,
Had Italian, HU, CZ and DE tents,
And in Denmark reached the quarters,
At the European Champs, garters.
In Copa, Costa Rica, in the singles,
He took silver in swift class 9 jingles,
And in Rio made the quarters, team,
With K Daybell. He’s Erbs palsy lean.
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