Best Boyle Poems


Premium Member My cousin Marion's 70th birthday party

Today is the eighth of August and it’s a very special day
Family and friends are here to celebrate Marion's birthday 
She's a loving mother to her children and grandchildren too
Gardening and reading books are what she loves to do.

And there are many celebrities sharing Marion's birth year
Danny Boyle, Ravi Shanker, Tom Hanks, and Carrie Fisher 
Andy Garcia ,Sue Barker, Theresa May, and Bryan Cranston
Along with La Toya Jackson, Sebastian Coe, and Mel Gibson.

In that year, some musical events made the headline news 
Elvis sang “Heartbreak Hotel”, Guy Mitchell "Singing The Blues"
“Roll Over Beethoven” was a hit for the legendary Chuck Berry
Little Richard came on the scene with his hit “Long Tall Sally”.

Johnny Cash’s “I walk The Line”, "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day
It was the start of the Rock 'n' Roll era that was here to stay 
Other news was Prince Rainer 111 married actress Grace Kelly
It was the first ever royal wedding that was broadcast on telly.

Lugano in Switzerland held the first Eurovision song contest
Swiss singer lys Assiaslloll "Refrain" won, it was voted the best
The clean air act was introduced to combat industrial smog
No more walking about getting lost in that thick 'pea super' fog.

A polio epidemic erupted in Ireland and Cork was badly affected
Up and down the country it raged young and old were infected. 
The first ever working video recorder was introduced by Amplex
It had a state- of- the -art recording system called Quadruplex.

Queen Elizabeth 11 opened Calder Hall at Sellafield in Cumbria 
The first commercial power station that was powered by nuclear
General Electric introduced the world's first "Snooze Alarm" clock
An extra ten minutes in bed diminished the 'rise and shine' shock 

But the eighth of August was one of the most notable events
Teresa and Luke welcomed Marion and became proud parents
Years later Bernadette and Luke were born adding to the family 
Now they're all proud parents themselves and living life happily.

Happy occasions become fond memories and with you they stay 
You'll reflect on them often and like a movie in your mind play
Celebrating with your family and friends makes it a perfect day
So, enjoy and make some memories on Marion's special birthday.

Sweet Bird of Youth

I have seen spring’s awakening
And basked in summer’s sun
And I have watched in awe
As autumn’s colors softly sprung
But now that winter’s here
Amid the softly falling snow
I mourn for the beauty
That was lost so long ago.

Oh sweet bird of youth
You lavished me with your love
Whispering sweet nothings
Under twinkling stars above
You led me to believe
I’d spend eternity with you
Then without a warning
You disappeared from view!

Down through the years
I've searched for you in vain
All I have are memories
Of you that remain
Now. most of my songs
Have been sung
But I cling to the melody
Of when we were young

Copright©2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)



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Cherish the Moments

Cherish The Moments


Cherish the moments that life has to give
For you to remember as long as you live
Memories are all that shall ever remain
Of moments of life you can never regain
Children, your family, friends that you knew
May grow up or away and bid you adieu

Nothing’s forever…not written in stone
The past is behind you, the future...unknown
Capture today...take THIS moment…NOW
This may be all the fates will allow
Hold close to your heart those moments of love
And cherish them all…as a gift from above.

Copyright©2003 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


The Real Meaning of Love

I have never been to Calvary Nor trod Jerusalem’s path
I did not suffer the crown of thorns nor felt the Roman’s wrath
I did not see Judas’ kiss as he betrayed our Lord
Nor Peter’s thrice denial of the Master he adored
I never felt the weight of the Cross nor heard the jeers of the crowd
I never flinched when He passed by
His body bloodied but unbowed. 

His hands and feet were pierced with nails but I was not there to see
The agony He suffered as He lay dying on the tree
But although I was not there to help Him on his way
I cling to the last words He uttered on that day
For He forgave his captors...forgave us sinners too
There is no greater love than this...
He gave his life for you!


Copyright2002 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Brian's Aspect of Love Contest

Showtime

"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"

15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy

16th Century: 
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues

17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery

18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies

19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies

20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills

Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.

"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."

Combating over money, religions, 
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."

May 20, 2020

Premium Member Wings of the Lamb--

Freedom of space in time 
Left with only sadness
I only have vibes for gladness
trapped in the world of madness
slavery got me behind
the wings of the lamb
if I helped you along 
don't thank me for my kindness
just join me in this song
Our only cure for blindness 
Take me from this fine mess
On the wings of the land 
Don't play with the universe 
It's Only Fools who chant and curse 
The black magic of the willow leaves
Leaves us with only bitter animosity 
If I helped you along 
Don't thank me for my kindness 
Just join me in this song
Our only cure for blindness 
Take me from this fine mess 
On the wings of the Lamb
Bitter so much better
My love for you is greater 
Greater than all the world
Watch for love flowing out of my life
Elastic circles say are hard to find
Silken painted pictures of love that's mind
 Asurion to you my chosen enclosed Valentine
Surrounded and drenched in love 
Found in the wings of the lamb

10/27/82
 
Written words by by James Edward Lee Sr © 1982, 2019
Arranged music by Gary Boyle


On Being Eighty

On Being Eighty

Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not assume that I am 
Not as bright as you
Or that my opinion doesn’t count
Because I’m eighty
Do not talk about me 
As though I weren’t there
Because I’m eighty
Do not roll your eyes to heaven 
When I complain and please...Please 
Don’t call me dearie
Just because I’m eighty

I have lived through the Depression, 
The birth of television
The invention of the microwave, 
Modern air travel,
Space ships, Man on the moon, 
WW2, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf War and Iraq
While holding down numerous jobs
And raising a family.
All this without
Cell Phones, Ipods, Nannies,
Personal Trainers and Botox!

So please…my dear
Do not patronize me 
Because I’m eighty
Indeed…celebrate with me
Just BECAUSE I’m eighty!

Copyright© 2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Carved In Stone

Here lies Bea At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed She’d never be
She always swore She’d never die
Till all who bugged her
In the grave would lie
She hung on tight To the very end
No foe was left For flowers to send
Let’s raise a glass And shed a tear
She sure raised hell while she was here!

Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle 
(All rights reserved

The Woman In the Mirror

Who is that woman
That follows me around
She mimics everything I do
But she doesn't make a sound
She looks somewhat like me
 More mature I must confess
Although her hair is grayer
She copies the way I dress!

She only appears in the mirror
Whenever I primp and preen
She's the spitting image of me
Except for the years between
Who is that aging woman
What does she want with me?
She always appears on my birthday
I wish she’d let me be

Now that I am eighty three
I thought I saw a tear
Did I say I'm eighty three?
It couldn’t be THAT year!
I’m still in my prime
Having fun and loving life
Getting into trouble
No worries, strain or strife

It must be HER birthday
We celebrate today
I wish her health and happiness
And good luck along the way
But she's really getting old
What more can I say
Why is she in my mirror?
I just wish she‘d go away!

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Vanity, Thy Name Is Woman

Vanity…Thy Name Is Woman!

My house is on fire
What shall I do
I’ve seconds to decide
My choices are few
Shall I grab my money
My precious jewels
Or my brand new furry
Bedside mules?

This smoke is deadly
I can hardly breathe
I make a mental list
Of what to bequeath
But live or die
I’ll wear my designer dress
I’ve got to look great
For all the press!

Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Kristen Bruni's Last Chance Poetry Contest

I Once Drank a Glass of Champagne Limerick

For Francine Robersts contest....Pick A Beverage




I once drank a glass of champagne
Then ran naked into the rain
I love all the bubbles
But it caused so much trouble
I’ll never drink it again!

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m over the hill!
Don’t count me out...Don’t ring that bell
I’m still here and raising hell!

Had a few blimps along the way
But I’m not leaving, I’m here to stay
Still have plans…I’m not done yet
I may do things I may regret
But I’ll have fun doing it
You can bet!

It matters not how old  you are
You can dream your dream
Or follow your star
Your flesh may fail you
Your steps may be slow
More and more wrinkles start to show
But there is one thing I surely know

A  man isn’t judged by how he looked
Or the size of his fortune or pocketbook
The greatest legacy he leaves behind
Isn’t intelligence or a fertile mind
But the love he gave to his family and friends
A heart full of love always transcends
Fame and fortune in the end 

So Happy Birthday again to me
How many more…..?
We’ll just have to see
In the meantime friends
You’ll be hearing from me!

Copyright©2013 Beatrice Boyle	
(All rights reserved)

Cancer

Cancer
                                      By Lynn Boyle 1956-2014

Cancer is a monster
it has taken my
  
            Mind
 
            Beauty

            Joy
        
            Pleasure

            Trust

It has seared my skin off my body

It has broken my spirit

It has destroyed my hope for any future

It has taken my identity

My independence

And left me


           Waiting for death

Broadway Opening Night

The lights are slowly dimming 
The curtain's going up 
The stage-hands take their places 
The scenery's all set-up 
The Orchestra is waiting 
For the Conductor to cue them in 
The audience waits expectantly 
For the overture to begin 
The Singers wait backstage 
Sipping tea to warm their throats 
Softly singing scales 
And praying they'll hit their notes! 
The Actors mouth their lines 
Hoping they won't forget 
(The producer wants a hit 
So he can get out of debt!) 
After all the hassles 
Of auditioning for the part 
Six months of rehearsals 
And giving their all for art 
They wait with bated breath 
Whispering "This is it!" 
Wondering, while the curtain's going up 
"Do we finally have a hit?" 
This isn't just a job to them 
They love the work they do 
And when they walk out on that stage 
The audience loves them too! 
So let's hear it for the showpeople 
Who live to entertain you 
After all the heartbreak and rejection 
Their reward is applause from you! 

Copyright 2003 Beatrice Boyle 
(All rights reserved) 

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Where the Wind Blows

~Afraid With No Light~

            When I was careless not to withdraw & decided to stay 
                    laying on my back with a low vision today
                    I got so lonely watching the stars fade away
                        & the rising moon took no time to stay
                          to shed a light upon my window bay.
                        Abruptly the wind blew my spirit away
                            during that lightless night of May.
                              
               Here Is Where The Wind Blew My Spirit & Soul Away. 
                                          
                     Thats when I screamed let me die or cry
                      let me sleep so deep not to feel I need 
                          to kneel like a slave to feel safe
                              for just a brink of a light
                             to not disappear out of sight.
                          Afraid I am with no light tonight
                       thats when my wisdom flew out of sight.                              
                       Abruptly the wind stole my soul away
                          during that lightless night of May
                       leaving my body lifeless with no delay.      
                                    Anyone, Help Me.

Therese Bacha
  17/5/2013  
Contest; Gail Boyle.......Where the wind blows

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