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Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved. 
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

My Perfect Girl, Rebecca

Your Beauty glows like an apple,
Blossoms as sweet as the rose in the purest hope of Spring.

My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps 
like a wolf at the soft whisper of your name, Rebecca.

The evening ascends on a great vulture wing. I am calmed by
you glowing smile that I carry into the twilight of the night and
hold for eternity in my mind. I am filled with such hope that I may
dry your tears of water.... your tears of Loneliness.

As my body descends onto my left side and enters the Sandman World, I envision your Natural Beauty as it gives me Hope and Change for tomorrow. I await in the crystal moonlight for your secret mental invite prior to entering through The Sandman. 

Then, we enter as one, two souls becoming one, in search of the glorious Chosen One and eternal spiritual connection of love.

The Veiled Rebecca

The Veiled Rebecca

The neoclassical Italian sculptor  Giovani Belzoni created The Veiled Rebecca in 1863. It depicts the biblical character Rebecca, wife of Isaac (son of Abraham ) who veiled herself on meeting her future husband .The artistry and high level of skill of the sculptor is evident in the establishment of stone as a fabric covering the body with folds chiselled with such skill that it appears real. A veiled woman during those times had become an allegory for Italian unification .
        Benzoni's workshop made a number of copies , one of which is in the Salar Jung Museum in Hyderabad , in India.

A few lines on the famous sculpted image are presented below:


The Veiled Rebecca 

Melody in marble , a sculptor molded you as a fount of mystery ,
You remain cherished in the sacred vaults of history,
  Carved in stone , veiled , as you stood before Isaac  , immaculate art,
Cloth folded  in stone, did Benzoni adroitly  insert,
Your face , hidden yet alive, millions of watchers admire,
A countenance that blessed tales inspire,
Every awestruck voice your enigmatic grace does ponder,
You remain , a perennial source of mystery and wonder,
For eternity, O Rebecca , would you remain behind the veil,
Your hallowed story  time shall repeatedly tell.


Rebecca Redfern

Rebecca was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, 
Aged seven and was born in 19th December 1999,
In Droitwich Spa which is in Worcestershire county: 
She trains, works out at Worcester Swimming Club. 

Spotted by a British Swimming Vision for Rio guru, 
She debuted internationally in Funchal, Portugal, 
At the Swimming European Championships 2016, 
Where she claimed a silver, missed gold by 0.02.

In Rio she came second to take home the silver, 
For the SB13 category of the 100m breaststroke, 
Striking the wall in a speedy time of 1:13.81 mins,
Just behind Fotimakhon Amilova of Uzbekistan. 

Her local community honours her at Christmas, 
By asking her to switch on the Christmas lights, 
The Droitwich Christmas Lights, and she was, 
The local year’s Junior Female Sportsperson.

I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

Princess Rebecca, Princess Rebecca, Will she ever date me
No need to speak French fluently; just say Oui, Oui
I fear thy will say No, No; please do not make me beg and plea
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

Our date is nothing too fancy; just simple and very merry
I shall read her romantic Coleridge poetry under the red maple tree
Her soft feminine skin will have the sweet smell of a Tulip Tree
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

Her long blonde hair waving with the calm wind under the tree
She gives a tenderhearted smile sitting toward the sea
Hearing the waves coming in, Mother Nature singing a song of love to we
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

I am scared to ask her, oh so selfish and silly is me
Her deep brown eyes look like a colorful tree of mahogany
I need to know if yes; what ever happens shall be
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

My heart and brain just do not want to agree
It feels like a Pirate battle in the deep blue sea
I shall ask her for afternoon scones and Earl Grey Tea
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

When my heart controls my brain, I shall gracefully ask Becky
A picnic date in the park reading dreamy melodic poetry
I pray for her genuine fondness and affection, a true blessing to me
I Want To Date Rebecca, How Shall I Ask Thee

Premium Member Impeccable Rebecca

Rebecca's poetry is impeccable
I am totally blown away
By this writer of beautiful poetry
In a class by herself, Triple A

Not only is her poetry totally divine
But to hear her recite it, I melt
With a voice as soft as an angel's voice
As delicate as I've ever felt

Honoured to call Rebecca a friend
This talented very sweet soul
I'm touched by this kind hearted lady
Rebecca with a heart of gold

Rebecca's poetry is impeccable
I am totally blown away
Her voice is as soft as that of an angel
She the sunshine of my day


My loving tribute to dear Rebecca Lucas

© Jack Ellison 2013


Rebecca & Michael...Remember

Rebecca & Michael....Remember
No matter what you ever do.
No matter what you ever say.
I might not agree with things you do.
I might not agree with things you say.
I will always Love You.
You might not agree with the things I do.
You might not agree with the things I say.
You make me happy.
You make me sad.
I will always Love You.
While you are growing up.
I was growing old.
I wish I could wrap my arms around you.
Keep you safe all life long.
I will always Love You.
But I know that one day I must let go, and walk my way.
I will have to be strong.
For if I know you as well as I do.
It will be just as hard for you too.
I will always Love You.
And so one day when you have children of your own.
You'll feel one of life`s greatest Loves.
All of your own.
I Will Always Love You...........

My Starbucks Crush, Rebecca

Walking into the strong coffee fragrant Starbucks cafe
On this cool, brisk September day
My eye catches a tall and slender blonde barista
I slowly got out of my daze, but I was not in a siesta

She is a Female ADONIS, very tall and slender
Watching her make a cafe latte with a blender
I do not bother her at work, she always looks too busy
When I see her sometimes, I go into a daze and feel dizzy

I fear talking to a pretty princess; for a man it is not so easy
I may say something dumb that sounds oh so cheesy
Like the nerd I am too shy and nervous; so uneasy
At least I am not a typical college football hunk that is all sleazy

She works diligently on the latte, extra creme
Looking at her working, I feel like I am in a dream
Ask her out with confidence one day, I ponder and daydream
I fear she is too good for me because of my low self-esteem

I shall write to her how I feel in a Secret Admirer Letter
She is so pretty and gentle; I try not to upset her
A Starbucks blind date with her may be better
If our blind date and future all fails, for all eternity I will never forget her

My Dreams of Rebecca

In that midst of night slumber I find her once again,
Just as I first found her that one summer day years ago.
Still that most beautiful woman to this day I've ever seen,
Even so this man fell in love with her magnificent spirit.

Sleeping now is my favorite of times on this earth,
For once again I am joined together with my angel.
Yes I do touch her and she me just as if awake,
This woman I idolize letting me enter heaven.

Not many mortals ever allowed to visit such a place,
At least that's what they all tell me when I arrive there.
Then they are all gone and only Rebecca stands before me,
Without her my life would not be worth an effort to breathe.

So I'll dream on now until that last breath sends me to her,
Finally wrapped up in each other's arms through eternity.
My dear friends never ever give up on your true dreams,
For they can take you to that paradise of no waking hour.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

Years of loneliness; She hast lived a life of no aspiration
Everyday yearning for closure at the next station
Dreaming everyday of the hopelessness cure
My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

She reaps the suffering and lots of pain
Not finding her one true love from Moscow to Maine
Praying everyday with such intensity; such words of pure
My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

She has almost given up hope; but still had just one small wish
Finding her one true love and soulmate; very hard to fish
But, she accepted the pain and knew she can endure
My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

A life of just day after day intensive praying
When will he come for me, before bed she kept saying
When shall this suffering end and for eternity be over
My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

A day she got a mysterious Secret Admirer Letter
After being fully amazed, she felt hopeful and so much better
She gave praise for her blessing from her lifelong endeavor
My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her

Rebecca - a Poem For Halloween

Spume and snow on a cold green sea 
wherein phantom fish and spectres creep; 
she lies in fathoms forty three, 
as still as death within the deep.

She slumbers there beneath the waves, 
serene beneath the ocean vast; 
languished in the sailors' graves, 
a memory of a life long past. 

Preserved by chill down far below, 
her hair with seaweed is entwined; 
she smiles in ebb, she smiles in flow 
with ghostly rictus ill defined.

Dark shadows flicker on her face 
and coral forms a clammy shroud; 
sea breezes whisper of this place, 
inside my head she speaks aloud. 

I mourn each day, I grieve each night, 
she calls my name from out the deep; 
so animated, green and bright 
when the witching hour disturbs her sleep...
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.

Bio of Rebecca

Rebecca
Caring, loving, faithful, devoted
Sister of Bev and Brian
Lover of John, animals and science fiction
Who feels fortunate, blessed and loved
Who fears snakes, being a burden to her loved ones and cancer
Who would like to see the Grand Canyon, Ireland and Maui 	
Resident of Louisville, Kentucky	
Beirne

Rebecca Grey Hewitt

Rebecca Grey Hewitt was born to a Grey
But she married herself to a Hewitt today
All the Greys in the country protested this plot
For the Hewitts were common and they were not
They came to the wedding but sat in a bunch
With eyes closed and noses up-they sniffed at the punch
But Rebecca Grew Hewitt did not seem to see
Her eyes were on a Hewitt however common I may be.

O Rebecca, O Rebecca Thy Starbucks Princess Is Waiting

O Rebecca, O Rebecca Thy Starbucks Princess Is Waiting
I am so nervous to ask her out; just procrastinating
Sitting here sipping my daily Teavana Earl Grey Tea
I daydream of her one day in my arms; to be unshackled and free

O Rebecca, O Rebecca Thy Starbucks Princess Is Waiting
I fear her saying no to me; It would be so devastating
My passionate burning heart beating faster and accelerating
Just the two of us in Bryant Park gracefully ice skating

O Rebecca, O Rebecca Thy Starbucks Princess Is Waiting
She is all humbleness; I feel her heart also is intensifying
I see her soft glowing face; my baby blue eyes are dilating
"Ask her out, ask her out" my heart keeps advocating

O Rebecca, O Rebecca Thy Starbucks Princess Is Waiting
Her long legs and silky blond hair are always fascinating
Why is asking her one simple question so complicating
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, my courage and self-esteem one day will be elevating

Rebecca

She was eight years old
Left out in the cold
Torn by the lies
And stories she's been told
But through the pain
She would grow up bold
Here are the events
Watch her story unfold

Her mom didn't care
Step-dad always beat her
Only one who seen the signs
Was the school teacher

But when it came time
She couldn't tell the truth
Cryin on the bench
next to the telephone booth

Drinkin and drugs were 
In her family's daily use
She got the worst of both worlds
Mental and physical abuse

She tried to escape
And break the evryday strife
But couldn't visit her dad
He's doin twenty to life

But one Sunday
She hears a loud sound
Cops with a search warrant
Sayin get down on the ground

Handcuffed and read their rights
The little girl was blessed
They were sent to the pen
She could finally rest

Twenty-five now 
With a husband and three children
She realizes life 
Is truly worth livin

A sad shadowed past
That she left long ago
Still stays in her mind
But Rebecca can finally grow

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