Best Colleen Poems
Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.
She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.
His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.
In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.
Written on 28 January 2019
To Colleen Bono A Precious Soup Member.
Gift to Colleen Christmas and Always!
Poets are gifts, to a world often bleak
Their deepest emotions, often they speak.
Sensitive hearts, much more than the rest
No choice were they given, they must stand the test.
Often the world, they see in despair
The trials and troubles, of life everywhere.
Depression more common, than not do we see.
But this is the depth, of our inner tree.
A tree we must climb, to branches more high
To witness the joy, our strength to apply.
Our deepest prayers, to God only knows
Our words often scribbled, due to our woes.
Do not disregard! Do not despair!
Do not give up! Handle with care!
A gift from MD, who sees the mind blight
Listen and learn, and all will be right.
Release all your fears, today is the day
There isn’t a problem, that won’t go away!
Be mindful of worth! Be mindful of gifts!
Your presence alone, would greatly be missed!
So sensitive child, these words I must say
You’re one of God’s chosen, Don’t Throw This Away!
Reach out for a hand, To help climb this tree.
Trust me I know, The beauty you’ll see.
Your sensitive gifts , are waiting to bloom!
Maybe you’re tired? Maybe you’re gloom?
But trust in the knowledge, Of God and MD’s.
This too shall pass, just wait and see.
Life is a gift, we make it our own.
You have many gifts, the lights may be dim.
Wash out your eyes, clean out the smart.
Look up to God, And OPEN your heart!
HE has a plan, With just YOU in mind!
You’re one of his SPECIALS, You’re One of a Kind!
The sensitive ones, who make the world round
With talents and gifts, and depth so abound.
Reach out and restore, your heart and your mind
Lift up your head, NOW is the time!
To make a big change, and climb to the top
Each has a tree, this is our job.
Your life is so precious, your worth is so true.
You’re Special to God, because HE made you!
So carry on child, Be not afraid!
You have much to do, do not delay.
I’m watching you grow, so steady I’ll be
Now it’s your turn, to climb UP the Tree.
Love, Light & Prayers
Jeralynn
Her vacation day
It is here at last
Colleens bags are packed
I hope she has a blast
Off to the coast
For some ocean air
Sparkling waters
Wind blowing her hair
Walk along the beach
Searching for some shells
Sand between her toes
Feeling like Tinkerbell
All of her troubles
Washed out to Sea
Like a Sea Gull
She feels really free
With the sound of waves
Crashing on the shore
Life is much better
Than ever before
The sun on her face
The warm ocean breeze
A moment so perfect
She feels so at ease
She wraps this picture
To hold in her mind
For easy access
When life isn't kind
She'll later unpack
To relive again
Her piece of heaven
To erase life's pain
Dedicated to Colleen
I hope you find a Unicorn to ride or a horse that is realated to one.
Ten years ago,
they began as friends,
appearing to be a gift
that heaven sends.
In the ninth, she felt lonely.
He was pushing her away.
The eighth was the same.
It was driving her astray.
She finally heard the truth,
a few years ago.
It happened seven times,
and he could’ve said no.
It’s been six years,
since their marriage went away.
But she will not ever
forget that day.
He tried five times
to regain her trust,
but she just couldn’t chance
the man’s hidden lust.
She’s found a new friend
after nights of tears.
They’ve been together
for nearly four years.
She’s escaped the life
of three in the scene.
Two that belonged,
and one named Colleen.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin town.
She’s dressed in the greens, wearing a gown.
I wonder if she will ride the pipe to me? Asked a clown.
The rest of us stared at him, one gave him a frown.
The news went through the pub, to everyone around.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin, is she quite sound?
I decided to have more shepherd pie and stick around.
Colleen’s arrival was announced at midnight by a hound.
Of course she would arrive on St. Patrick’s Day!
We surrounded the pipe and whisked Colleen away.
Her face was a map of Ireland, we invited her to stay.
All of us recognizing a lassie who loved to play!
C is for caring
O is for opps
L is for loving
L is for literacy
E is for elected
E is for exited
N is for natural
for a very close friend colleen laforme