Best Cyr Poems

Loyal and blind, I believed in you.
A mother, even though not of birth.
Trusting your love and caring true.
I grieve as dead, feeling no worth.

Mourning with heavy heart and soul.
The clues of truth run through my mind.
Little things, telling things, won't let go.
Denial and disbelief, in...

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BUTTONS, BUTTONS
 
Buttons , buttons everywhere, I just love buttons.
What's this, please don't push, but why?
I walk in circles desperate for the reason.
Curiosity has me begging to push the button.
Oh come on it can't be that bad can it?
Please someone push the button, it's driving...

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Seems so much is left unsaid,
Leaving regret and dread.
Hurt and betrayal leaves a mark.
Exposed wounds open and dark.

Too much time spent saying goodbyes,
Unfinished lines broken where they lie.
Tears of sorrow cascade unrelenting,
No openings for the mending.

Broken lines in need of repair,
Silence remains full of despair
Years...

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This has been one of the hardest years of my life,
Many losses took me to a lonely empty place.
Losses within my net family and my biological family.
Left me shaken, confused and feeling hollow.

It is late or very early THANKS GIVING morning,
I have been pondering what...

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loneliness
laying empty in chest
waiting for salvation from bleakness
to open this locked heart.

DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010...

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Leaving the restaurant, needs time alone. He spots a tree just outside the garden.
Too many people around, tired, frustrated, sitting to think. Damn!
Someone is coming out from the building. Hopes whoever it is does not notice him.

Pained cranium swells
concrete jungles unknown steps
Angers selfish mind.

Really does...

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Getting older, mortality is questioned.
Never knowing how long is left.
Has enough been done thats right?
Has everything tried been done to the best?

Doubts and regrets sometimes cloud the vision.
Sometimes judgments given carry there weights.
The path taken may not always have been right,
Maybe time has changed and...

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BELIEVE ME, I WOULDN'T LIE TO YOU.
I love you baby and you are soo beautiful.
I am soooo in love with you, I'd never do you wrong.

Verbal roses, meant to trick,
Verbal roses that truly stink.

I didn't do it, honestly I wouldn't.
Who's she? Not sure who your...

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The constant ache throbs through my being,
Pain dragging me down into despair and depression.
Knowing there is a solution but being made to wait.
Impatience at a system that doesn't care that your in pain.

While waiting could cause more problems as it grows inside.
A cyst, non malignant,...

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Been pondering a year strewn with loss and pain,
Illnesses and breakdowns seemed to have control.
But then little things looked over, thinking again,
The year has not been bad at all, just forgot to see.

'HAPPINESS SNEAKS IN THROUGH A DOOR
YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU LEFT OPEN'
John Barrymoore

Now looking...

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In dreams I return to a former time.
To a home long left behind,
To revisit the mountains beauty.

Bluffs covered with soft moss,
Woods where we often played.
Paths remembered for long walks.

Deer, moose, and bear could be seen,
In splendor they walked the hills.
Such magnificence held in memory.

When awake...

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Our world is our home, when will we care?
Greed and industry destroying the air.
Time is growing short, change is needed.
Our job was to protect and care, we never heeded.

On the field of manly endeavors, eyes need to open.
All need to do their part, get into...

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So old the pages, fragile and worn,
Delicately I turn them, looking, wondering,
What was written on these pages before.
Some ones story, or just facts treasured.

Why did the words disappear, what happened?
The book was so carefully wrapped in cloth,
Placed in such a beautiful box, time tarnished.
It must...

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A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.

Running in fear, gaining no ground, heart racing,
Praying for salvation, freedom from this fate, now facing.
Memories, regrets, flashing with...

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This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", 
Genevieve St. Cyr.

The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only 
waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound 
of his craft is crowing.  Whether or not 
(my Ladies and Gentlemen,...

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