Best Mae Poems
Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
Miss Mae may not have been,
a famous writer with ink nor pen.
But enjoyed to crochet and paint,
and mastered the art of motherhood
and that of quiet saint.
She reared eight children with humble means
and loving gentle touch.
Each child she taught the golden rule,
right from wrong and for that they owe her much.
Miss Mae stood regal and tall
and walked with grace above the fray.
She always greeted others with kind words,
any others she would not say.
On Sunday morning you would find her
quietly in pew with Bible and smile in tow.
She showed her love of Christ and the
faithful walk and path for all to go.
So when Miss Mae left this world,
as quietly as she came.
There were no grand farewells reserved
for those of wealth and fame.
There will be no statues or monuments
built in peaceful parks.
But the monument her life has built
is deep within our hearts.
Isla Mae
By Nathan Hannen
My dear, Little thing, Who is young and sweet
You blessed my life by chance, Your little pattering feet
You fill my life with joy and love, My sweet, Your my love
Precious baby, With skin so soft, You were given to me, By the Lord above
Your sweet little hands and your small face, Filled with beauty
The best thing I have, My little Tooty
One day you will be older, But I don't want that yet
You will always be my baby girl, Please don't forget that
I love you my darling and my eternal friend
The End.
Linnie Mae Ethel you were christened.
I never knew you by that name.
No one ever called you Linnie.
Now that really is a shame.
I surmise you didn't like it,
Ethel is the name you used.
Mother is the name I called you,
And all others I refused.
Even Daddy called you Mother.
Ethel too with love infused.
Total strangers called you Mrs.
Hoping you would like that best.
Each and every name but Mother
Lacked the flavor of our nest.
Written: 3/23/15
My husband fell in love with the beautiful Mae West.
I knew it was because of her oversized breast.
"Mae is beautiful," I retorted, "but small chested girls also like to hug."
"You and Mae," he laughed, "is like comparing a Cadillac to a Volkswagen bug."
Mae West
one of Brooklyn's best
her quotes were more witty than kind
like "A hard man is good to find"
contest: For Andrea's - Seeking a fresh crop of clerihews -
9-27-2012
(4)
Tried abstaining but my morals shifted
I observed that my curves were God-gifted
Hey, it ain't that complex
It all boils down to sex
I used to be Snow White but I drifted
Author: Mae West - One of the first liberated ladies
Quote: "I used to be Snow White but I drifted"
Frank's contest
There was once an old witch named Mae
Who got her spells wrong, every single day
Turned her cat into a bat,
And sister into a gnat
Salem found out, now she's a horse and eats hay
Alexis Y
10-23-16
Marvin and Abe went fishing all day
all they caught was a lady named Mae
she was tall and thin
she loved to drink gin
both men didn't like her to sing rae
Miss Mae West
Party animal heart in her ample chest
The wily lady a player without reservation
"Come on up and see me" her not so subtle invitation!
** for contest"You Who...Yo Clerihew"
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Martha Mae
Pretty and gay
Loved to sew
So, her husband to-be
Stacked onesies in a row
But it came not to pass, you see
For he soon discovered her strange addiction
To keep from being bored
She began to hoard
Children, permanent babysitting, or abduction
He couldn’t give her a child of their own
So Martha Mae took a few out on loan!
One became two, and two became four
And soon dozens and dozens more
He would beg and plead
“Martha, let a few leave!”
For she had so many children
It took the whole church to seat them!
He worried and fretted
Cause he aided and abetted
But George, you need no attorney
When you’re raising your own army!
Steadfast was she
“So mote it be,” said he to me
“My fortunate son,
But just today
She brought home another one
And I fainted dead away!”
Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!
Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.
HANNAH MAE
However more remarkable than simple words can say
Always putting on a smile to brighten up someone’s day
Never taking things for granted, always with a grain assault
Neither thinking of yourself, taking others blame for fault
Almost everyone you meet notice’s that you’re quite a pick
Hands over, you “rock” and you’re an all-time snazzy chick
More than that, to my heart you hold the key
And a wonderful daughter you are, as well as a BFF to me
Eternity isn't big enough to display, the love I hold for you Hannah Mae.
I love you Baby Girl
01-07-15
I could tell you stories, brief,
Short as the time it takes a raindrop to reach the earth and oceans.
In this life, I won’t be able to say
Everything that could be said, should be said
About the jars near Xieng Khouang, the bombs of old
With their dreams of flame and scars.
There are eternal pairs of birds, friends of our fathers,
Great beauties of flesh and stone, voices longing
Among the sharing, the generous, the witnesses who remain.
A whole cosmos awaits.
In this life, I won’t be able to say
Everything that could be said, should be said
But I’ll say as much as I can.
If you won’t spare twelve words for your family,
Your people, not even enough to compete with a soup can label,
How can you expect strangers to tell your children
Of your yesterdays and all our future tomorrows?
I will tell you stories, brief,
Short as the time it takes the sun to set one last time on a nation,
A life,
Hoping, always hoping, I will hear a story from you, too.
Mary Jane ‘Mae’ West
Her double entrendre was simply the best
On how her life should be depicted
Said ‘I used to be Snow White ~ but I drifted’
Written 21st March 2019
Contest: Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
1st place
Contest Brian's Select 8
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd PLACE