Best Claire Poems
Happy Happy Birthday Claire Holt
To the 'ABSOLUTELY most STUNNING,
'SOPHISTICATED BEAUTY OF ALL TIME '
with the most
'SPARKLING, PERKY, ENCHANTING PERSONALITY
that goes with the
'BRIGHTEST HOMETOWN GOOD-GIRL SMILE'
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
'LYRICAL Toast'
just as 'TOMBOY NATURALLY FLAWLESS'
and 'ENTHUSIASTICALLY, SINCERE, and ORIGINAL'
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
'CELESTIAL GODDESS'
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a 'BELOVED VISION of LOVELINESS'
as 'Angelically enchanting, and ADORABLY SOPHISTICATEDLY KIND'
irreplaceable CLAIRE HOLT wonderful you
Bewildering frustration
Adoration
Admiration,
For a life-long friend
Gone:
Leaving
Desolation.
You left in a hurry,
So much left undone
But you could not run.
Darkness left its claw,
On you a sister, daughter and friend we all adore,
A beautiful person, outside and in
Our Heroine:
No tenebrous arm
Will do you harm
Forever we appreciate
Your wit and humour resonate,
Your honesty and kindness magnified
Glamour and Style - so dignified.
Vibrant and
Raw
Your warmth will last for evermore.
A unique star,
A ray of inspiration,
Guiding us through our devastation.
Your patience and humility will never cease
Dear Claire please Rest in Peace.
Your beauty beams with patent rage
Undiminished and unharmed with age
Like the primrose of the spring
You are the jewel that sunshine brings
Your kindness is without compare
Unprejudiced and unimpaired
Like the music of a hymn
You are the song that angels sing
Your joy inspires the world to smile
And makes the trials of day worthwhile
Like the rain upon the leaves
You are the water all life needs
Your compassion is unlimited
The purest and most noble gift
Like heroes in the books I read
You are the person I want to be
Claire won 5 medals at the Barcelona Paras,
In 1992, where she took the 50m freestyle gold,
To set a World Record, and in the 100m pass,
Still freestyle, she secured a warm silver fold,
A silver for the 100m backstroke and 4x100 relay,
Which made her extremely proud, chuffed no end,
So she only took up para-triathlon 2008, recently,
And in 2008, the Worlds, she won the gold blend.
In 2013 at the ETU Para-triathlon Europeans,
In Antalya in Turkey, Claire won the solid silver,
And in 2014, the ITU Worlds with London johns,
Claire came home 3rd, a bronze to weather.
2015 and the ITU Worlds again, in Edmonton,
Canada, and Clare truly proved again to be,
Successful at the triathlon with consolidation,
Of another bronze medal, podium victory to see.
That same year in Buffalo City at the Worlds,
She won the title, and at the GBR Nationals,
She came 2nd, also at the ITU London Worlds,
Then 3rd at the ETU Geneva European stiles.
1st in Detroit at the ITU Worlds, and then 2nd,
In Penrith in 2016 at more ITU Worlds again;
She finished 4th in Lisbon, Portugal - her bend,
Towards swimming, biking and running did pen.
She was born without a left forearm, prosthetic,
And was a Chartered Accountant. She reads,
Watches box sets, loving West Wing frenetic,
And hates mice. She has English Lit MA seeds.
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart.
She wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
disappointment to absolute bliss!
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
Sometimes, dear old Claire
Thinks that life was not fair
It gave her tenderness
That was not the path to success
It gave her a big heart
That is why people thought she was not smart
But when she dreams, or paints, or writes
She sees wonderful sights
She feels that she has her share
Of happiness in life, which was fair
As the cool night crept in
And only the sound of crickets chirping could be heard,
A sedulous young witch studied the spell
That would supposedly bring back her loved one.
Time and time again she had failed
Missing the key ingredient- a paragon diamond,
Or perhaps she also needed a dark object to channel
She simply wasn't skilled enough to cast the complex spell.
In my possession lay a paragon diamond the size of the sun
On my shoulders lay a thousand years of darkness
If only she would realize who the real enemy was,
She could bring her wayward sister home again.
It's almost as if Beethoven, had seen her gamin face
And had composed a melody...to match her given name
My grandchild, sweet Claire Elise, I love your name, so fair
You bear the name, so filled with grace of fragrant springtime air
Each letter, bound together, forms a soothing lyrical sound
She has mischief set between her eyes...and with cheeks the color rose
Such a name that fits her many moods, like a poem so filled with prose
She is daughter of springtime, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
She's an imp, she's a beauty, she is like a butterfly's cocoon
She is living on the threshold, of a flower soon to bloom
Summer glistens in her raven locks, winter hides behind her pout
Autumn waiting in the colors, she is changing all about
Her beauty leaves me breathless, like the sound of her sweet name
Claire Elise...my love unfolds....a greater beauty still untold
Beneath the moon, beneath the skies, just as your name implies
You are the greatest gift, I've ever received,
You are heaven sent, on angel wings
From your mother's winsome smile
And the teasing loving twinkle in your daddy's gleaming eyes
CHRISTOPHER, BLAIR AND CLAIRE
Young Blair was a shy boy,
Somewhat a nerd,
He just simply could not make a friend,
The nursery school teacher,
Who was my mum,
Enjoyed her job so,
She was never glum.
Christopher was the lively one in the class,
There was a seesaw and jungle gym
On the grass,
Teacher told Christopher to please
Play with Blair,
Christopher asked, may I also bring Claire?
Claire was Christopher’s imaginary friend,
She was real to Christopher,
He didn’t pretend!
Break time, teacher and helpers were about,
As two dozen screaming children ran out!
Christopher very mischievous,
Thought of a plan
Quite excited, he said to himself, I’ll do it
Tomorrow if I can!
The next day,
He took something out of his school case
Put it in his pocket and showed a bland face.
Break time was very soon
Christopher thought,
And hid behind his back what
He had brought!
He whispered all, to imaginary Claire,
Don’t be afraid silly,
You sound too goody, goody and frilly!
He went up to Blair,
And put out his hand,
Do you really want to be my friend?
Then eat this, Blair desperately wanted
To be his friend,
So took a very big bite and went quite red
Blair spluttered and cried,
And gave everyone, a huge fright.
Teacher ran to the scene and found a
Half bitten chilli
Lying on the ground,
But Christopher was nowhere around,
He couldn’t be found!
I’m on fire teacher, the poor
Young boy said,
As his nose also bled!
Teacher had already phoned
The local doctor,
Christopher was now hiding, the little actor
Blair was asthmatic, which was another
Contributing factor!
Plump Doctor Dawson, said Blair
Would be fine,
Teacher did a headcount as the
Children fell into line,
She had a lost child, was about to
Call the police,
When Christopher appeared,
He wanted to make peace!
I’m sorry teacher he said, but girls
Are really naughty,
Claire made me do this terrible deed,
Which was grotty!
Christopher then offered Blair a hand,
Covered in grease,
The two boys wanted their cold war
To cease!
Being yet a child, and still with innocence,
Christopher said to imaginary Claire,
Come over here, and play
With me and Blair!
This is a true Story
No one knew what kind of car she was because she was an antique.
She had a mind of her own, a colorful one at that, and she ran.
She lived in a small Alaskan town, so people knew about her.
That’s Claire, an old timer told me when he saw me taking her photo.
She has a name? Sure, he replied, “They all have names, don’t they?”
All cars have names?
No. All spirits have names.
You mean she is a spirit and a car?
We never think of Claire as a car, but we always think of her as a spirit.
When I left the state, she followed me to the edge and then honked goodbye.
No one believed me, because she had no driver.
But I have never forgotten Claire.
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart;
she wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels abstruse and arcane,
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxford
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
'rigor mortis' to absolute bliss!
You’ve got something on you’re tongue Claire
You don’t need bling cause you look fair
And one more thing do brush your hair
Claire was born disabled, no left forearm,
And at school hid it well under her jumpers,
But swimming let her accept, love her body,
Such that today she’s a swimming medalist.
Born in Redditch in Worcestershire county,
Which is in the north-east of fine England,
On the 21st day of May’s month in 1988,
From Leeds she has a linguistics degree.
Her biggest medal haul was London 2012
Where she won two very beauteous silvers,
One for the 100 metres breaststroke SB8,
And one for the medley. And a bronze free.
In the Athens Paralympics she won bronzes,
One for the 100m S9 back, one for the medley,
And in Beijing she took home another bronze,
For the breaststroke this time, the 100 metres.
In 2016 at the Euros in Portugal she won gold,
For the 4x100m medley relay, also two bronzes,
One for the 100m butterfly, another for breast,
Which took her to Rio 100m breaststroke silver.
his eyes scanned her thighs they were like jewels to his eyes
her lips seemed plump and tasty. She had the perfect teenage figure though she was
probably like twenty or twenty three. He had followed her home and everyday that he could
memorized the routes that she took by heart.
He had left her flowers, chocolate, and even teddy bears at her door. He knew he was
frightening her he just didnt care.
He planned to suprise her when the cops werent looking for him or were he was with those
canine sniffing mutts. He had to be more sneaky of course it only took about a month. The
police closed the case she was alone again and there was no time to waste there was no
cat. No dog, No husband or child. He broke in easily and waited for her to come home.
Making sure to make dinner for two with candles lite before she entered. When she came in
she didnt get a chance to react shock took over as he put his hand over her mouth and told
her not to scream. But then the shock let as quick as it came. SHe fought back there was a
struggle and he chocked her to get her to be silent. Then in ten seconds her body went
limp. His ex wife was dead that was not meant to happen. He left there. The police found
her body and his in his home next to it lay a note and a gun and the note said sorry
claire I just wanted it to turn out right now looks like where both going home tonight