Best Florence Poems

In Ouachita's tales, where pine needles sigh.
I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown.
Silvered river forgotten secrets float by
And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now.

A flame ignites, dispelling shadows deep,
A beacon for lost souls on twilight's rim.
Forgotten songs within my spirit leap,
A lullaby for weary...

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She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way.  
She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence, 
she was like our new toy.  We had been afraid of her for years 
due to her wizen face and her propensity to...

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Florence Nightingale,
from England did hail.
Nurse extraordinaire,
she revamped medical care.

8/20/15...

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Come help me Florence Nightingale
I need your healing hands
I need your guiding lamp my lady
Meet my one demand
The people, oh they told me
That I’ll never be the man
If I don’t bow down to their decree
Then “Cursed by God, I am!”

Come be my saviour, Nightingale
To you...

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Florence McLane

1889 – 1902


Psst… over here!
My toppled tombstone is the one 
With the somber seraph carrying a cross.
My grave is the one that no one can see or find.
My hidden final resting place is in the digesting shade
By the willowy walnut tree.
Can you find me?
Olly...

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"The Lady with the Lamp," Florence Nightingale
  Icon of Victorian culture. Her life, an exciting tale

     White pinafore over colonial dress, she wore
She served as first woman nurse in The Crimean War...

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Florence Nightingale,
born on 12th may ,
was a British social reformer,
a statistician by day .

She was a nurse
who had a magic touch;
helped all the men around her
would never make a fuss .

She was called the lady,
the lady with the lamp
who'd come and provide aid
all throughout the...

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Her
Light Was
Compassion




For Brians caricare contest...

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I remember seeing her sitting there at a table in the recreation  room of the nursing home, staring out the window.  As I passed by, she looked my way, so I smiled and waved and she waved back.  Since I was there...

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Dreams dashing in daring dragoon 
People prancing in purple picturesque paintings
Tourist touring transubstanciating terrain 
The world is not just an oyster
The world is my oyster 
Like a sunrise in aix 
Or a sunset in Florence 
It connects my inwardness to the vast labryinthe of world...

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No one is like unto thee
Ethereal goddess of mystery
Of your voice do sirens envy
Only to find themselves unworthy
From you lips rapture of bliss
To hearts of men, a sacred kiss
Virgin passion feeds my soul 
Fainting, breathless, ecstasy, all
Beautiful excellence of shimmering light
Exudes from your being as...

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*****

beyond the archway,
a hope-filled star glows bright,
burning the ghost-war

*****...

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Crafted in marble
Over a period of years
Discarded by the master
For it's impurity smear

Newly down from the cross
Lay Jesus Christ
In the arms of faith
Thrice

Nicodemus
And Mary Magdalene
With the Virgin Mary
Complete the scene

This sculptured beauty
In rebuild recommission
Completed by Calcagni
Is Michelangelo's
The Deposition


  My entry in Raul's contest "...

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The sacred lily of antiquity;
                      vital, that centuries have not defied.
             ...

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They took Him down from the cross,
Joseph,both Mary's,mourned their loss,
From any angle,it was 'finished'-
In dead marble,the moment preserved,
Yet by living power,in Him, we're cured.

Inspired by Raul's photos of the Deposition...

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