Best Devonshire Poems


Premium Member Carolyn Devonshire Rip

We never met, although we planned
to make our dream come true;
the will was strong, the body weak…
and then you bid adieu
when angels came and took your hand
(I called your name in vain).
You left this vale for pastures new
where peace replaced your pain.


Carolyn passed away, but her unconditional friendship and kindness,
together with her gift of words will never be forgotten. She was one 
of the first to welcome me to Soup, and we bonded from the start. 
We co-wrote several poems, some of which were published in
various anthologies. She will forever hold a special place in my heart.

Awarded POTD 5th August 2021

Premium Member Carolyn Devonshire

There lives a grand lady near the sea
In Ormand where she delights to be.
She is a Poetess, words she shares
In lovely poems, her heart she bares.

With humble poem good wishes I send.
I feel honored to call her my friend.
A kindred spirit shined from the start.
Carolyn gives with an open heart.

All her friendships she holds very dear
She's always there to spread her good cheer.
A more loyal friend you will not find
Her soul is so pure, loving and kind.

Her beauty glows within and without
She is a blessing without a doubt.
In colors of love, I see her shine,
I celebrate this sweet friend of mine!

9-22-19

~Second Place~
~Poem of the Week 9/29-10/5/19~

Pick a Friend on Soup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May

Premium Member Invisible: Co-Written With C Devonshire

clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
   he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
       he is a man with no money, no property
          a hapless struggler of excessive loan burdens
 
bitter winter winds blow across Broadway
   he is invisible to affluent theatre-goers wearing warm winter coats
      he is a man who watches them scurry past the cardboard box that is his bed
        like a rain-dog, huddling in the shadows of alleys and doorways
 
he hears deafening explosions of New Year fireworks
    he is invisible to the revellers
       he is a man who cowers, recalling gunfire of a war he fought
         echoing through his mind in restless nights
           the incessant thumping of traumatic stress
 
he is invisible...a victim of post-Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq
    who once bore a uniform and served his country with pride 
       he is invisible suffering alone, paying the price 
         through severe disabilities and permanent scars
 
with sadness, he watches voters going to the polls
    he is invisible, a veteran with no voice in elections
        he is a man who cannot vote without an “address”
           a placard on a pavement might catch the eye
   
unemployed, homeless, unseen
    but most of all forgotten
       he is a man who seems invisible
          but he is still a man


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This is co-written by Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
in remembrance of our war veterans.

[Published @ Muse to Move (A.P.F. Publisher UK 2017]


My Favorite Devonshire

Myself 
All that I am

I could dye my hair to please you
  Yet I won't

A little mascara might
Make me attractive

Although the value of my gift
Cannot be measured in wrappings


I will not sing For you
But create a harmony and hope for consonance

And I will dance With you
To the melody of our song

Accept 
All that I am

I could paint you as my knight in armor
But fantasies vanish with sunrise

We could play together
 Yet games must end

And the unity of the game 
Will dissolve

Leaving you
And me
All that we are
And acceptance of each


 Written by Carolyn Devonshire


Carolyn Devonshire-Who is she? 
A great author,a widower who loved her husband so much,and a daughter who loved her father just as much.She is  one of my closests friends,can easily be called family...and so lucky I am to have met her.Carolyn was one of the first soupers who always left me a comment of encouragement when i first started writing here.Our friendship grew stronger through time and so our love for poetry.

Why do i love this poem so much?
This  poem  from Carolyn's first book 'Visions of Devonshire'definitely speaks to my soul.
The value of who we are,isn't  about how we appear to be,it isn't about making ourselves perfect,nicer,It isn't about changing our identity..Its about being who we really are.
Carolyn's gift cannot be measured in wrappings'..Its her inner beauty which makes her shine.Her friendship ,love and loyalty to others is what makes her so special.
Its not all about the outer beauty of oneself,but what is on our inside which 
really makes us who we are.
The knight in shining armor,the Fantasy,the dream might  vanish with sunrise,
the game will end too,leaving all that was  in yesterday behind,but finding who we
are once again,and accepting each other for who we were and always will be.
Thankyou Carolyn for this poem,
Your gift lies within you.. It cannot be measured in wrappings..So true!
and the biggest thankyou is sent your way today for just being you..


Dear Gwendolyn..thanks for the  brilliant idea.... Big hugs... Charma

Premium Member Tribute To Carolyn Devonshire

Caring woman, poetess, author, friend;
Always there with kindness until the end. 
Resident first-rate of the Sunshine State  
Ocean knowledge and love – part of your fate.
Lovely poems, contests brightened our days; 
Your novel also enlightened our ways.
Now your legacy has captured our gaze.

Deep water boating and fishing your realm,
Each passenger safe with you at the helm.
Visions of Devonshire - poems galore, 
On friends, nature, animals, war, and more!
Not one to shrink from helping those in need;
Saw contests on ‘Soup’ as a way to lead.
Heavy at times were the burdens you faced;
Inspiring poets with pieces you graced.
Rare, loving person whose years were too few;
Each day, dear sweet Carolyn – we miss you!

Premium Member Tribute to Carolyn Devonshire

"Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality."  — Jean Paul Richter

It has been stamped in my mind
     The day you caught that red grouper
     On Memorial Day in Florida.

Dear Carolyn, how can I forget
The kindness you always showed me
     Although we lived so far away,
          You in USA and I in Malta
Thousands of miles away.

Your last contest entry so sad.
     It is a tribute on its own.
How can I ever forget 
Your last soup mail,
          Informing me that you were
          Going to hospice to die there.

     I trembled in fear until
I read that a week later
     You were cremated 
And your ashes spread over the ocean
           That ocean you loved so much.

Now after so many years,
     You are still my favorite poet.
And occasionally I search
And read your precious poems
All over again.
           They are now written in Heaven.


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My Favorite Devonshire

Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire

Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
      My 40-year career
     Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare

Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
     There’ll be no rocking chair
     As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump



I love “Aging with Flare” because it goes against the stereotype of retiring and sitting around and relaxing. It’s about still having fun in life and about the life inside of us, and how life is whatever we make it to be.  Adding soup friends to the poem is a fun addition, along with humor - “ might end up a clump.” There’s risk, but the fun is worth it, because then we are truly living. The concluding line reinforces that mentality, along with the rocking chair symbolism. It makes me NOT want to be that person watching life, instead of living it. I want to be like Carolyn and make the most of my life.

Premium Member My Favorite Devonshire

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life


*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase. 

Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago! 

"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )

Carolyn Devonshire; Poetry Soup Pals. Love

Carolyn Devonshire    U.S.A.   Poetess and Contest Sponsor. I Think She Does Both Well.
And here is one of the Great Voices in The History of American Popular Music to Amplify
that Thought...

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Mr. Nat King Cole.

LOVE   ( Sung to the tune LOVE by Nat King Cole.)

L is for the LIFE you lead each day.
O is OFTEN for the words you say.
V is VERVE that you bring to the or-din-ary
E is EFFERVESCENCE- summing up your special story. and...

LOVE is something that is truly you.
LOVE is something that is warm and new.
LOVE will test-i-fy
that what you have, I can't deny
that LOVE resides right there in YOU.

L is for the LIGHT that burns in you.
O says OR-DIN-ARY words won't do.
V is for the VOICE that speaks in poetry
E is ELEGANCE in how you craft each word to be.  and..

LOVE is something that resides in you.
LOVE is constantly so warm and new.
LOVE will cert-i-fy
that what you have, no one can buy
for LOVE is simply, truly YOU.    ( All right, boys, hit it, yeah...)

L is LESSONS that you teach to me.
O is OFTEN what you let me see.
V are VIRTUES that I can't begin listing here.
E is ELAN that I can't resist, so let's be clear. that...

LOVE is just the word to say to you.
LOVE describes the way we think of you.
LOVE will ver-i-fy
that what you have, I can't deny, yes,
LOVE resides right there in YOU.
LOVE resides right there in YOU. ( one more time.)
LOVE resides right there in YOU!

Carolyn Devonshire

I almost thought she was the one that made
Neil Diamond sings like a confetti parade
You know that sweet Carolyn thing, why not
She has the warmest soul, this sweet griot
This investigator of mysteries, and writer 
Of myth and pale anthropological history
This lady, this encourager, this fresh sister
That brings a solace to each swift anxiety
This humanitarian, this dreamer, this friend
I say nothing when I read her poems again
Lest words reduce her to something defined
For words only say correctly that she is kind

And she drives the land from post to post
Bringing care and playing nurse and host
To every prayer balming pain, to each need
That plays her like winds play a reed
And make her sing her gentleness, sweet
And succulent songs, darling of gentleness
God, how your love in human form bleat
With ravishing light, and milky tenderness.

Devonshire

oh what it must be like 
to have a name like Devonshire
a name so Royal
belonging to empires

chisslied in stone
in swanky neighborhoods
streets with large gates
or statues stood

the name of the restaurant
or the name on the deed
so high up in the building
somewhere having tea

a heavily Britished accent
with eyes half way closed
a chin lifted up
wearing butler clothes

they really do wear ascots
like they do on t.v.
but we'll never see them
there to high to see

away in their clubs
or on the golf course
watching the symphony
or getting divorced

you might catch a glimpse
of them if you travel abroad
sunning topless on beaches
or bottle popping at night

their such a restless little crowd
to them the world is small
they wrestle with there empires
and try to take it all

i hope i didn't offend anyone
by using their name
i sat down to write this poem 
and this is what came

any similarities 
to persons we know
is purely coincidental
it's just part of a show

My Favorite Devonshire

Will  You

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Will You?

Will you walk with me?
I’m not looking for marriage
Past loves left me so lonely
This pain – I come with baggage

Will you talk to me?
For you erase my sadness
Your counsel helps so much, you see
Without you, I fall to madness

Will you accept me?
Trust issues I tote along
I have fears of what’s to be
But I vow I’ll not do you wrong




By:Carolyn Devonshire

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Carloyn Devonshire.One of the brightest stars of this site.A poet with a big heart.
And she bares it in her poetry.Very few poets do so.I remember when I joined this
site she always used to encourage me with her inspiring words.That time I felt my poetry pages were incomplete without her comments.She is one of those who
helped me to grow as a poet.In reply to her questions in the above poem,I would
say-- YES CAROLYN, I WILL!!!
© Kash Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Carolyn Devonshire

Caring and 
Amable too,
Rich Spice in
Our Poetry Soup
Lady of Wisdom
Yummy great poet
Number one,You!

Dedicated and loving,
Encouraging to friends,
Violin playing in verses
Orchestra in her magic pens.
Nice and Kind to all,
Sweet as Candy,even more.
Historian,a great teacher too,
Intelligent,bright person,
Rain of  Silver Glitters
Enchanting Eyes in blue.


(To  dearest  Carolyn Devonshire,A talented poet but mostly a great friend)
                                                                                     Charmaine

Happy Birthday Carolyn Devonshire

Well here‘s another birthday
My how time does fly!
It almost seems impossible
Another years gone by!

Several moons have come and gone
Since the Doc first pulled you out!
You’ve had many joys and sorrows
So you know what life’s about.

But it really makes no difference
How many years have passed
It’s how you use the ones you’ve got
That determines  if you’ll last.

Carolyn, have a happy birthday
And have a little fun
And count your many blessings
Like your Poetry for one!

God bless and keep you and have many, many more.

Carolyn Devonshire - An Inspiration, Andrea Too

Live your life such a way
that when you pass away
you leave your footprints on the way
inspire others in every way
to lead life in better way.
They should want to emulate your ways!

You should be fondly remembered each day
for small acts, thoughtfully done every day

Carolyn Devonshire left an indelible impression on many minds through her actions. Many die, how many are remembered?  She left many sad as she touched their life in a positive way. She is an inspiration to me.

Also Andrea Dietrich for her blogs and comments she left for Carolyn Devonshire. In a world where people don't do for own family, she is doing so much for a friend. My highest regards and appreciation to her. 

she inspired me and showed that world still has many good people around

Thanks to both of you!

May her soul rest in peace.

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