Best Cecile Poems
Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you are no longer here,
yet I still feel your strong presence, smiling while shedding a tear.
Although you've gone, so many memories reflect through my mind,
in times of trouble, you were always there, treating me so kind.
The amazing times we shared, forever live within my heart.
Physically we are not together, but mentally we are never apart.
Constant reminders of your unique fragrance still linger in the air,
especially in your closet, still full of clothes you loved to wear.
Ringing of your unique and contagious laughter still rings within my ears,
I know many more recollections like these will last a zillion years.
A white dove visits often, reminding me of your angelic grace,
every time I look into the mirror, I see your beautiful face.
Thank you for being my guardian angel, for showing signs that you're around.
Until we meet again my dearest, my love for you will continue to abound.
In days or sorrow, you always soothed with words of sincerity.
Even after death our special bond will remain for eternity.
Silent One collaboration with Cecile MacFarlane
9 November 2020
Cecile Macfarlane, is a poet who has been on Poetry Soup for a while, but her busy, busy life prevents her from posting regularly. A very talented poet.
Please check out her poems.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=14189
I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
I'm petite with small bones
I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel
So she decided things had to change
Lifting weights at first felt strange
Her trainer pushed gently
Encouraged intently
Her life she happily rearranged
Now building bone density and power
Her muscles sprouting like a flower
Strength is now her friend
Workouts are now her trend
It takes discipline and willpower
No longer thin rather lean and fit
Liking the changes she does admit
Active body and mind
Healthy diet combined
This lifestyle she'll never quit
06/01/2016
*I been working out for 6 months now : )
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER
Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,
She’s there whenever/wherever she’s needed,
And if this was to be her lot in life,
She’s definitely succeeded.
But whatever she is to other folks;
A friend, sister or other,
She is to me, and will always be
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER!
BY
WENDY LEE KLENETSKY: PROUD DAUGHTER OF CECILE SEIGAL
Dear Cecile, when you upped and left, did you
happen to notice that someone had poured a can
of paint over the Bentley’s bonnet?
and the other curious thing…my golf clubs have been
found in various places around the town.
I’m also getting a lot of emails from the Swiss bank
asking why so much cash has been withdrawn from my
investment account, and assuring me of their future loyalty.
Mother has been on the phone in tears, saying that a
woman with a foreign voice, has been calling her a lot
of rather unpleasant names.
It’s all very strange;
anyway, I thought I’d send you this email, in the hope that
you might be able to cast some light on this mess:
Incidentally, did you iron a shirt before you went, can’t find
any clean clothes,
yours, Toby.
I once knew a poet named Cecile
She thinks her poems are a big deal
Saddened when not placed
Heart sinks in disgrace
C'mon let me win and hear me squeal
~ For Skat's Sensitive community *a pd contest* ~
Over my eyes,
the unveiling of a secret kept
within my breast.
Just a simple touch --
the songs spilling out of your eyes
your hand in mine.
Sudden snapshot
And the light beam brings such focus
the dark gunshot
Not a shred of doubt,
just a simple touch to let me know
Your deepest thoughts.
By Caroline Cecile
Writing right is less redundant than righting writes..
But in retrospect…
rewriting writes is relevant to writing right.
Inspired by Caroline Cecile D's comment on writing.
sparrow's song floating
cloud burst drowns our connection
lips too lose their purse
Brian Johnston
April 27, 2016
Inspired by Caroline Cecile on FaceBook's Japanese Poetry Garden Path.
through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings
Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016
Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which is more bird-like than that of any other insect. They migrate thousands of miles following the same path of their ancestors, even returning to the same trees that their parents inhabited to mate and lay eggs. I love the suggestion that their path might be traced by pine needles that have been disturbed and rearranged as they pass.
bee eye fantasy
seeing you a thousand times
every moment
Brian Johnston
April 10, 2016
Inspired by conversation with Caroline Cecile on FaceBook's 'Japanese Poetry Garden Path'
at hand
a pen and a paper --
tears I've never ...
Written by (Caroline Cecile & Hemaidy).
Criticism slips so easily
From unempathetic tongue
That we even blame ourselves.
Still are we not to appraise ourselves
And others, all the time...
Praying for Grace's wisdom?
Shame and blame
Are often all we hear
But surely are not love?
There is no God but God,
Jesus but a shadow of His Love,
Can we claim the same?
Though we are His children,
Let our pride be in Christ's blood,
Not in our own deeds.
Such grace, such beauty, such love,
Loved by God before creation...
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord!
Long Tooth
August 9, 2016
Poet’s Notes:
Inspired by a poem by Caro Cecile, a FB friend and poet!
Imagine a thousand fireflies blinking at the same time,
not a fly and not a bug but a glowing, flashing beetle;
as a child I caught one in a jar and named him Cecile,
in a marsh among the long dense grass they climb.
Father said, let Cecile go for his life is only a few days,
so now, I just stand and appreciate their lantern displays;
imagine a thousand fireflies blinking at the same time.
____________________________
October 4, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Cecile the Firefly
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1186-170-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Pork Chop sat at the table
Cornbread joined him too…
Waiting for Tee-Lee to pick Cecile,
So all could entertain with their muse…
Tee-Lee began to pick Cecile,
Cornbread caught up with his muse ~
Pork Chop stood up on his heels…
All whirled in time to Cecile’s tunes;
And wailed to the Pork Chop bleu’s…
Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.