Best Neve Poems
"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick
I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and run"
Some think of me as inconsequential
To the haughty I am nonessential
It's a thought I refute
And would gladly dispute
Cuz nothing I say is confidential
I read Jan's limericks about Tess Tickle
But did you know Tess spent her last nickle
Buying new underwear
Cause she hadn't a spare
She kept leaking in some sort of trickle
Tess had a good friend with the name of Neve
Cheated by keeping aces up her sleeve
She thought she was smart
Until she got caught
That taught her it doesn't pay to decieve
And then there was the one they called Maisy
Made faces that caused her to look crazy
One day her eye got stuck
And she looked like a duck
So now everyone calls her Miss Daisy
There once was a gal whose name was Mary
Wore wings pretending she was a fairy
Then I swear on my word
She flapped 'em like a bird
And started singing like a canary
Heard them tell about a gal named Sally
Made money hanging out in the alley
But then she got greedy
With those who were seedy
It was curtains in her grand finale
I used to know a chesty lass named Pam
She had to tote them around in a pram
Then had an operation
A booby castration
I heard she now goes by the name of 'Sam'
Did you hear about the one called Yvette
She can't remember and started to fret
It made me want to cry
I can't figure out why
Umm.. umm.. I'm too old and tend to forget
My Goddess
I
Met A
Goddess! FroM
The very starT
Of course it was heR
Had dreamt of this daY
Pierced my ennuI
An unseeN
KnifinG
ShiV
LifE
NeveR
More clearlY
Defined. The patH
It changes in A
Flash now she is neaR
Mind is openeD
I n t u i T
Key tO
LocK
Eyes
Each glow
Pleasant smile
Moment lingers
Your curly brown hair
Showering strong shoulders
Every breath filling bosom
Lusciousness, sinuously moves
Flowing across the room, wild river
Frozen deer I become, looking but not,
Round, wide eyes misdirecting intention
Obvious I’m caught. Could you be too?
Meeting for the first time, crowds part
S m i l i n g d e s p i t e m y s e l f
Te l e g r a p h i n g i n t e n t
All pretense forgone
Reaching deeply
I asked you
Now my
Girl
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
B een too long since my last vacation travel trip.
A bsolute island beauty does relax my job’s grip.
H alting busy is easy on heavenly beach strips
A long this islands’ multi jeweled peaks and tips.
M y tropical gratefulness shall never dip.
A ll main island life moves at a fun paced clip
S o I may stay with paradise at my fingertips.
... CayCay Jennings
January 20, 2017
Phase:1
I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And my sleep was sound..,
Phase:2
A big giant face against mine.,
I got the intension..,
Yelled 'No., please don't...'
But no mercy or its sign..,
I lost all my rhymes of life .,
Colors were smashed that night.,
Scratches yielded screams.,
Force gave me fatality.,
Bites turned to bellows..
And his pleasure putted sobs..,
Voice was choked and..
My tears were alloyed with sweat.,
The delicate places I reserved for someone special..,
All were now messed and unset..,
My tall neck I dreamt
to be loved by my future husband.
Was now scratched savagely.,
By his rough rigid and ruthless hand.,
Each time I afforded some courage..,
But hands were caught and mouth tied with bandage.,
Lost all my senses.,
But felt each jerk..,
He was pride at..,
each stain he created dark..
Phase:3
My service was over..,
No scream,nomore shriek,or shout..,
Jammed muscles were relaxed now.,
I was plugged out..,
All my world..,
World full of dreams.,
I embroided earlier with my own gilt.,
Was now transformed to this.,
Dirty, filthy and quilty quilt.,
Tears were dried., breath was back.,almost correct now..,but I know ...,
I was turned from a girl to a women in a single go..,
Never I will eye myself again..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will return to my family..,
Neve will be able to.,
Never I will find that someone special..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will get healed.,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will dream at night .,
Never will be able to.,
This nightmare digged deep in me.,
And a lifelong terror created by that unknown he.
Why not we all protest?...and get a full stop ...why?. Always LET IT BE.
Have an appointment
Waiting, waiting, long
Too many waiting
To see the doctor
All waiting their turns
One child very young
Screaming loudly
She can not settle
It is neve racking
Waiting, waiting, wait
Waiting, waiting, calm
Waiting, waiting, calm
For my turn to come
So I sit and wait
Creating this poem
Just to sit and look at you,
To admire the person you have become.
To see how much you have grown--
Makes me happy and sad all at the same time.
I am happy because you followed my directions,
And you are succeeding in your life.
You have set goals and have overcome obstacles.
You neve give up and you do the very best you can.
It makes me happy when I see that smile on your face,
To hear your voice giggle and to know that I can still
Hug and squeeze you like the little child you once were.
But my heart is sad because
You can't walk and dance on my feet no more,
You cant sit on my lap and play pat-a-cake like you use to,
And I cant carry you in my arms like I use to.
You are growing up, and although there is a
great big world out there for you to discover,
Each new day is a new leaf turned ,
And an old memory put into the past.
There is such a unique bond between a mother and her child,
It is too special to fathom or even explain.
You want your children to grow up and become someone special,
But you dont want it to happen too fast.
And before you know it, their whole infant and toddler years
Have flashed by in a moments time --
And you are looking and thinking back of when you use to
Hold and cuddle them and sing them lullabies to soothe them to sleep.
So, my dear daughter, although you got some time still to grow,
When you outgrow your shoes and you have left home---
I will still be looking back and will remember
The person you were and the wonderful person
You've grown to become.
Alicia Griego
10/04/06
The bus driver and a rowing boat
I remember a song “A slow boat to China”
There was a man a bus driver who took his wife on holiday to Spain
where his wife ran away with a shepherd
The bus driver went home alone but had the house which exploded
(a gas leak) when he sat on the loo; he was unharmed but somewhat
embarrassed. When the insurance money, came he bought a rowing boat
which had a mast and he could set sail when the wind was right.
He landed in Falmouth before the winter storms.
When spring came he rowed and sailed to the island of Neves where
he met John Cleeve, who wrote a funny article about the brave man
and suddenly the bus driver was famous.
The rich people in Neve gave him money which put in a bank
(there are so many banks) when he went to the bank to draw
out money for an ice-cream, he found he was a millionaire.
High finance is a mystery and something had gone wrong
not for him to ask questions, but he did transfer the money
to a Swiss bank and took the first plane back to Europe.
The bus driver is now a prosperous cattle farmer in Andalusia.
Welcome winter month into my little haven of dreams and joy
your rouge cheeks and your fresh air kisses will do us all good
Let me worship in your ice rink of fun and chatter with my friends
while I sip on cocoa from a foam cup and share a story or two...
Winter tide greetings from Jack Frost is always a warm embrace
when it comes from the heart, we neve tire of the lit up snow
Sunshine loves to shine especially on a cold cold day, and we
are the lucky captives of lovely rays, each time we put our faces
up to the beautiful ice blue sky.
Hospitable season that you are you are generous with inventive games
such as ice skating, sledding, skiing and angel making techniques,
Oh let us not forget ice fishing for those wonderful sportsmen
who love to fish...
I welcome you winter, dressed to the nines with wooly attire
the only thing you do to me dear January, is inspire to aspire.
When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.
"Were you online again dear half way through the night" the wife said to me,
My thoughts were simply " I wish she would let me just write and be".
2010 I decided that I was going to get my real wish to take some real flight,
I could do what I want when I want without any type of nosey drained out fight.
2009 I decided the big divorce and would be free and go my own way,
I would open up blog after blog without hearing a word that she would say,
Between tulip, dan, the rev and 2010 explosions of neve and many more,
I would write until my fingers bled, and barely walk outside the front door.
I would let my health take a plunge and not take any good advice spoken,
I would rather let everything around me become a mess, my life broken,
But when I am told to change things from those who love me like they do,
I gripe they are judgmental even though I gained many pounds or two.
**we never want to hear advice from those who love us when our lives
hit the toilet
this is for the dans, the tulips, the jeremies, and the rev's, oh and now
neve...
a 2010 explosion...in more ways then one..an explosion
My daugthers Kate and Niamh (Neve) are great
They're different if you please
Ones a driven climber
the other takes life at ease
Kate the elder can shake and melder
Till you give in at last
she cannot wait to grow up mate
And party at your flat
The cooler Niamh street wise at ease
Has money and saves a lot
Don't buy that dress I'll keep this mess
and wash the dirty blot
The party girl a temper whirl
poor daddy is a wretch
He'll pay one day I'll get my way
I think it's evident
Niamh the one who'll save the day
her money stacked away
When Katy's spent she'll nag and vent
For Niamh to pay her way
Dear Girls I say come back one day
To me I'm good to say
I'll balance you out without a doubt
My love goes all the way.
Only early July the summer heat is brutal
days will over a hundred degrees in the shade
The evening does little to cool, her breezes warm
So hot the stars seem to melt away as the moon crisp
to a golden brown, the ground thirst rived with cracks
as your clothes feel like loose skin layered onto your wet body
by the sweat from the sweltering punishing summer heat.
The sun does not shine it scorches and burns
delicate plants wither their leafs browned
Never enough water for any life abused by this heat
In direct sunlight you feel your skin burning
you sweat excessively, you are drained and fatigued
as your soul exhume itself from your body
ounce by ounce drop by drop dripping away into the
shinny shimmer glimmer of the horizon as it dives
into the belly of hell to cool itself off.
The refuge of indoors with fans blowing and air conditioners
churning air that neve feels cool enough.
Too hot to sleep, too hot to eat. Your will to work
long has evaporated into the glorious magnificence
of the mighty harsh Sun.
Outside the world becomes an oven baking away
sizzle and crackle of life itself buckle by the summer heat
Long pass the cold of December snows, so far from the freezing
of January. In my youth we played outside in this heat
riding bikes, roller skating, swimming at the public pool.
Drink from the garden hose cool off with the slip and slide
Mother would bring out a pitcher of ice Kool Aid.
Summer tan us brown as we spit watermelon seeds
for fun. We didn't even have air conditioning until I was ten.
How did we do it back then? it was just as hot, we were not as soft
You just lived life as it came and made the best of it.
No complaining, no worries, just living day by day
and those hot summers were expected and okay.
Race you to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee.
I saw the obituary on a Monday eve.
Her services had been last week, our own little Neve.
A woman I had run into many times before,
She had asked me to lunch two or three times, maybe more.
I always said, "I can't now, I am too busy today."
Never knowing she needed me in every kind of way.
She had seemed a bit overwhelmed last Monday morn.
She'd ask me to lunch, but I had a dress that was torn.
She had a great smile, she was at school a lot more than most.
She was self-less, and seemed happy, always smiling, never a boast.
I barely knew her, because she was fairly new in town.
Her family had only been eight or nine years around.
I called her husband to give him my sympathies and regret.
"She always wanted a friend," he told me, "But they just never met."
"She hanged herself in the garage, with a noose and a chair.
"It was last Monday, after her shift at the school fair."
I had no words of comfort I could give her husband or me.
That was the day she'd invited me to coffee or out to tea.
I told her I was too busy, and she had smiled sadly.
I had no idea it would hit her this terribly badly.
I felt anguish that I had spoken to Neve on her very last day.
I wish I had taken some time, to help her dream, hope, or pray.
I've learned my lesson, and I've learned it well, thanks to Neve O'Dine.
The next time a newbie needs my attention, I will carve out some time.
life is deep but love is a mountan that steep we still fall untilll someone catches you you look all over untill you find the right one you make chances and changes neve let go you say and he says i will never will he says i love you she stuters alittle bit then says cuz shes scared of being hurt but what she dont know is the boy is turly in love with her they are due for a baby everyone tells him that she only got pergo to stay with but hes was already planing on stay there forever i love her to death and nothing can change that marriage is not a must be i love her and she loves me so no matter what im here till the end i love you girl and everything about you and the stuff you do you mezmorize me
some times love keeps you saine but some times it make your heart pain people forgive and forget but neve quit always listen to you heart you might get love at the stat never leave the ones you love becouse your heart might get stomped look for what god gave you becouse you will find the one thats true