Best Missy Poems
you possess an amazing aura of love and care
just like me
we sometimes use our words
to deal with the storms in our life
the little battles no one knows about,
sometimes disappear
just because you decide to smile
and share your wit,
rather than dwell on the things
you have no control over --
we don't need a lot
to make our friendship work
just our mutual madness,
care, laughter and the internet or sometimes snail mail...
You are an amazing person
and I am blessed to call you my friend ---
*mwahugs*
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There lived a young girl in the town,
so sad and a little bit down.
Her Grammy lay sick in her bed
and had to be cared for and fed.
Each day she would get in her car,
though Grammy was not very far.
Dressed up with her red-hooded coat
with basket she'd visit, devote
an hour, maybe two, by Gram's side,
who'd smile with eyes open so wide;
Gram called her 'my Missy Red-Hood',
and loved her as much as she could.
One day she saw Grammy in bed,
but something was strange with her head.
She quickly moved closer to see
why Grammy looked so differently.
At once she was pulled down, amiss...
received a romantic big kiss!
'Neath blanket hand rose up to bring
a beautiful bright diamond ring!
Now Grammy, in corner aware,
relaxed in her brown rocking chair,
enjoyed this great drama just staged.
Her Missy Red-Hood was engaged!
So Missy's boyfriend and sweet Gram
were pleased to unfold their great plan.
They borrowed the old fairy tale...
Instead of a wolf, there was Dale!
Then Missy and Dale soon were wed,
and Grammy got well, left her bed.
Their life was as good as can be.
And so this tale ends happily!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Theme: Little Red Riding Hood
Judged: 02/06/2016
When we found you at the pound,
your eyes showed your despair,
all the others jumped around,
but not you, you just laid there.
dull chocolate coat, and painfully skinny,
you didn't even lift your head,
I watched you sadly, just a pup,
yet you seemed so grown up.
Half Lab, half Whippet, who could imagine such a dog,
we brought you home,lean and scared,
but soon to us your soul you bared,
your antics always make us all laugh,
you've long forgotten your dreadful past.
Your so full of life and vigor,
so very different than what we imagined,
our lives will never be the same,
you came and livened up our game.
Thank you Missy Lou, for being in our life,
soon you will be two, and we sure do love you,
you make our day brighter than sunshine,
and at night, when your day's play is done,
all your toys are put away.
By my side you lay, sleeping so gently,
as I stroke your silky coat,
sometimes you open a honey colored eye,
and look up at me contented, and then give out a little sigh.
Dedicated to our wonderful dog Missy Lou
who we adopted from the local animal shelter
in March, 2009. She didn't turn out to be what we
thought we wanted, but she turned out to be just
what we needed in our life. She is truly a ball of energy!
We love her!
Missy ~ The Leprechaun Cow
The Leprechaun Cow
The Leprechaun Cow
You’re very lucky if you have seen her.
Strolling through the mists at twilight,
Riding on a crescent moon.
She’ll protect you through the dark night
And you’ll know that very soon ~
The Leprechaun Cow
The Leprechaun Cow
Will lead you safe to a new day dawning.
With a flick of her tail
She’ll bid you good morning.
And leave you to tell
Of the time that you saw
The most magical Leprechaun Cow!
Barbara Dickenson
Autumn 1992
My mind runs wild as my wish is addressed
Aromatic oils against my body she's blessed
Soft is her touch, heightens the desire in me
Sweet caress as she kisses me free
Aligned astride my shoulders released
Granting of sighs in surrendering feast
Erogenous zones allured in sensuous tease
Motions, her rhythm, as I sense her excite
Emitting groans of pleasure this delightful night
Manly senses ignite the fire in me
Inertial I am in positional degree
Sensuously we shadow against candlelit walls
Sharing of two as our loving enthrals
Yearnings are cried into each other we fall
Missy Sue makes malted milk shakes
and she savors marmalade,
macaroons and snickerdoodles
and sweet souffles she has made.
Sue is messy slicing melons,
strawberries and mangoes too.
Sue munches seeds and celery sticks.
She mixes meats, making stew.
Milk chocolate -mouth-watering,
sweet and marvelously mild -
satisfies Missy Sue
mainly if it is Swiss styled!
Streets are dead in many ways
as ever looms the reapers snare.
Those asleep have now arisen,
that vacant swarm with deathly glare.
A deadly tide of hungering souls,
for whom the church bell gloomingly tolls.
A windswept scape engulfed by death
and patrolled by corpse with stifled breath.
Tomorrow has nowt' but a bite,
an endless plight of fight or flight.
With future plagued my final sigh
succumbs to fates cold lullaby.
A year has past & my heart aches for my young friend.
I was your mentor & I couldn't stop your suicidal end.
Missy,you're always in my thoughts & in my prayers.
I wish I would have sensed the depths of your despair.
My own misery blinded me from seeing a friend's grief.
You've always had a positive message for everyone else.
Seeing the potential in others & letting no one see it in yourself.
I will never forget you,no matter how old & crazy I get.
I who sense your angelic heart throughout the internet.
You've engraved your love & your memory into my soul.
Your passing made me rethink my prime goal.
The darkness in my soul & grief hides the light I'm unwilling to show.
I wonder how many lifetimes it to for you to learn what you know?
You're my guardian angel.My immortal friend.
I wonder how many lifetimes it will take to see you again?
Missy Mouse left the house,
Skipping down the lane.
She was happy dancing among the flowers
And splashing in the summer rain.
When the soft rain stopped, she hopped
Upon the moss lined forest path.
She twirled and danced among the trees,
Happy to breathe the fresh cleansed air at last.
Missy Mouse returned to her house
As the sunset began to glow above.
She loved the beautiful world around her
And thanked the Creator for His Love.
Chula Fleming Copyright © 8/9/2024
Missy Dee was as fashionably dressed as any duck ever was.
We saw elaborate clothing on her duck tail and her fuzz.
There was extra pizazz in her little duck waddle for sure.
She was queen of the pond. The cattails bowed at her demure.
Missy is a priss
Living in bliss
Who does things her way
Laying in bed all day
Her smile is so sweet
Always wanting a treat
Husky eyes all lined in black
Intelligence she does not lack
When she barks no sound she makes
A strange howl you can’t mistake
Daddy’s favorite she will always be
The only girl of the three
A sniff or a tear
Quickly she draws near
With a lick and a hug
Making you feel loved
Outside she loves no matter the degree
Ears flapping in the breeze
When I call she will tease
Wanting me to come out to freeze
He is a bit unusual, you will have to eat outside, my pet.
I was warned, but still, did not understand quite yet.
It was a blind date, and he came wearing a Russian hat.
But wait, it was not a Russian hat at all, it was a huge cat.
You must be Shirley, he said. He had a lovely sweet smile.
I am glad to meet you. May I sit down for a while?
We had a lovely conversation about the weather and my job.
He introduced me to his Cat her name was Missy Mob.
Missy Mob hissed at me a couple of times after my food came late.
Don’t mind her, he told me, she is angry she does not have a plate.
I offered to give her a bite of salmon, but he said an emphatic no.
She will get feisty on my head, and then I will have to go.
At the end of the date we each pretended we would meet again.
I knew I’d rather jump off a cliff into a wild starving wolf’s pen.
I imagine he also knew this would be the last time we would say “hi”.
I have to admit I could not wait to tell this weirdo a strong good-bye.
Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.
Giant tiger laid herself over the enormous hill.
Staring down the tanks, guns and soldiers down there still.
She knew on the other side of the hill was an elementary school.
Tiger stood guard until the army got frightened by her toothy drool.
The soldiers began to turn away, terrified by the giant beast.
She held her ground, staring them down, anticipating a feast.
The few who ventured up there got gobbled up right away.
Only the villagers knew who the giant tiger had saved that day.
She was their heroine now, and they made a national Tiger Day.
They took care of her the rest of her life and her babies Tom and Tay.
Few creatures had ever saved them from a fate like this.
They adored their super hero tiger, whose name was Missy Miss.
Snail Brother decided to walk past the mushroom grove
His friend Missy Turtle came along. She smelled like clove.
Have you been baking? He asked, with a wide smile.
Her famous cookies they could munch on for a mile.
Missy admitted she had brought a bit of food with her.
She liked Snail brother, so she shared her gingerbread pure.
They walked and they talked, and took a nap under an oak.
When they woke, they told a riddle, sang a song, and shared a joke.
The Snail and the Turtle, friends now, and probably forever.
Never got into an argument, and I mean truly – never.
They were friends for sixty years, two months and a day.
When angels whisked them together, to heaven, to play.