Best Fv Poems

Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens,
she is nothing much like grandma.
If anything, I am more like grandma
for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality.

Doris, nicnamed Dorie, how we tease her when we hear
her name like the name of the spaced-out fish on “Finding Nemo.”
Dorie,...

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It was such a long time ago,
but I still remember the day
she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she had pink cheeks,
her real name nobody remembered.

My sister and I became her instant fans,
not because she was such a...

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It's way back before I reached 
       Age of double-digits
     But very clear in my memories
       Is a book-store boy
    Little taller than us
  ...

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A NAME ABOVE ALL NAMES  -- fv

There is a Name above all names.  His Name is Jesus.  He is the only Begotten Son of God, born of the Virgin Mary, had a cousin named John the Baptist, and at the age of...

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Everyone needs someone through whose eyes he/she can do no wrong,                                  ...

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I am named after my grandmother.
Christened Sarah Jane, she was known as Jeanie.
That is often the way where I come from,
that deviation from the written proclamation.
The first three of my siblings
were never called by their primary
baptismal names, after family relations.
But the second, more meaningful to...

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We shared the same DNA running in our blood 
and embraced with love was our deep bond.
It was always completely understood with faith
that we shared a divine friendship so beautiful. 
She was blonde, me brunette, looking nothing alike,
though we were one and the same without...

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All I know of my namesake
   is a photograph
   
   a young attractive 
   smiling woman
   with long red hair
   holding me

   beside it in my mother's handwriting 
  ...

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Depression

I have lost the will to live-
a hollow shell on grey earth

I sit placid and worthless in my room
contemplating not taking another breath,
contemplating strangling my aching brain

There is nowhere more deep and terrifying than my mind-
black cancer swallows brain-cells and chokes the life from limbs

I...

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I was thirteen  the first time I pinned my eyes on her
She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet 
each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress    
She told stories of Sir Lancelot and knights of the round table....

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Her name is Miriam Rivka*                            *'Rivka' is Yiddish for 'Rebecca.'
  Her grandmother's, Rivka Miriam
a woman as pure...

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Florence The Goat Lover – FV

She had a wicked laugh, witchlike
Bringing forth Gingerbread House Fright
She lived with goats
They walked through the house gladly
Front door was gone
She wore men’s clothing
Overalls, and she wore a black derby
Her gray hair stuck out in crazy ways

We were terrified of...

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A gentle curve of the lips
Eyes so soft they put you to sleep
A faint crimson across his cheek
You see all that was
All that will ever be
I feel the breeze beneath my wings
As an icicle forms beneath my feet
What was love, returns
Ages ago, this loss
Pain within...

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Named after the king of mountains.
From ancient myth a Sanskrit name.
A mystical mountain made of gold.
With a summit home fit for the gods.
Life can be a dizzying adventure.
When named after a mountain king. 


date-3/3/19...

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As a child I began hearing about a little
town in the next county with an interesting
name—the same as my surname. 

I gave that fact no more thought until I began
teaching in that town years later. A few years later, 
my daughter and I moved there.

One...

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