Best Maddie Poems
A sweet young thing named Maddie
Found her a rich sugar daddy.
"He's lousy in bed,
But after he's dead
I get his solid gold Caddie."
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare.
Trod they further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare!
Trod they, further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she, now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act, all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he, strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…………
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All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name,
Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame.
It was our love very pure and not lusty lure,
Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure……
Will not otieously shed another vainful tear
But in earnest long for you my Dear to be near.
Messed up our bond with blatant, glaring guilt & shattered our own heart,
Guess that’s the only reason we in our lives drifted apart.
Cannot truly imagine that I let you go,
But for us to be happy I did so,
I own up and take the blame,
To silently blow off our love’s flame…..
My heart I am sure you did not know,
Was tattered and torn from the time I let you go,
Ours was a bond carefree and Boehme,
I Own up for our broken weeping bond and take the blame.
I wish our bonds could have fondly stayed on,
Woven intertwined with emotions, enameled with love’s lacquerers firmly bound.
But I still take the blame,
And not dampen loves flickering flame with a sense of shame……
Now that my love, its end seems so near,
Sense its icy claws draw up and stealthy steps I hear,
I own up and take the blame……………
And fling my heart’s longings up above without aim again and again…till our laden guilt we overcame….
Meddlesome Maddie liked to invade and intrude
A busybody with plenty of well-earned solitude
She tried to stick her spoon in her new neighbor’s biz.
He stopped her right away, and he was no kind of wiz.
Maddie a little girl of eight, l dreamed of helicopters
She drew three of them in pictures for her grandmother
Her grandma wondered about it, but kept them on her refrigerator
Maddie and her parents were in a car wreck on the freeway.
Maddie was airlifted out by a medivac helicopter.
Grandma heard the helicopter as it flew over her house.
She had a sad feeling and began to pray.
Maddie did not survive the wreck.
Uncle Wilbur said Maddie was old-fashioned.
I was thinking 50’s or 60’s
He meant a throwback to the seventies.
I had not met anyone this calm since life before Woodstock.
Maddie had glazed eyes, there was a smell of patchouli.
She was blowing slow easy smoke rings.
Her blonde hair was fashioned into messy dreadlocks
Her casual cotton sundress reminded me of flour feed sacks.
I looked at Uncle Wilbur in a new light.
I had never before thought of him as a risk taker.
This one would run away with his heart.