Beth Poems - Poems about Beth

To Beth: Rochester Falls

You tried to lead me
	(surely)
by the hand
across the shallows
but we were both too drunk
and the stones too slick
so we slid stumbling and laughing,
falling toward each other
all the way across and upriver
	(rocks bruising our feet)
until we were concealed by the night.

We held each other close
in the dark noisy water
that swirled lovingly over our skin
like a mother’s

Beth the Chef

There was a woman named Beth
Who said she was a accomplished Chef
But she burned the food
It looked like glue
And the dog refused to eat what’s left

Beth And Happiness

Beth And Happiness
*
Beth lay in her bed
Waiting for a good night
Sleep to begin.
*
Her adorable feline
Guardians Sophie and Kisa
Her endearing canine
Guardian Meika
They are with Beth keeping watch
Sleeping comfortably
*
She gently strokes their fur
Whispers good night
And closes her eyes.
*
In the twilight of her life
Blessed with the 
Unconditional Love around her
Beth welcomes a good night's sleep.
*
In the morning 
She

Beth

Reel me in, I’m feeling further
My Desmond daze reaps a soulful yearn as you cross my plain
Reaching out yet only my eyes feel you
She’s God’s oath
Betwixt my folded arms that stitch, twist a soulless gaze In which I cannot define
More-so, Regretfully refined
But as I realize that she was right
The moment has come for her to

Joe and Beth, Together

his guitar is raunchy and moody and his singing voice raspy
and if I close my eyes I am in a rundown jazz bar
down and out on luck and drinking alone
drowning my sorrows in the booze and loud blues music
his name is Joe Leonard Bonamassa and he reaches my soul
he is a blues rock guitarist, singer

Joe Bonamassa and Beth Hart

As whirlwinds in the musicscape that blow so wild,
The duo sang, played guitar, and albums compiled;
Both rocked like vigorous rocks in a rough earthquake,
Their unbreakable records they only did break...!

Played and sang at their very tender childhood age,
Like tornados they shook many a music stage;
Joseph Bonamassa, at only twelve, did plan,
Smokin' Joe Bonamassa - his

Beth Hart

She missed out on music lessons as a child.
Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild.
For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster.
And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster.

She preferred Brian May over Freddie Mercury.
Elton John fan, she felt the piano music was a nursery.
She should have taught the guitar, yet

Beth Hart

Her pink okra fingers play violoncello,
Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow;
Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale?
Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...?

An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven,
Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean;
Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion,
Her heart and hands try all with perfect precision...!

Venomous feelings of

Beth

Laughter and sunshine
Was our daughter of joy
Humor with spark divine
Laughter and sunshine
Rich did our hearts entwine
Death could grin and enjoy
Laughter and sunshine
With our daughter of joy
1/31/2023

Silent Night Left Beth

The star shone in their fiercest manner
for today the birth of a night's illumina
our love was soft until the pang went gaga
shall i then hold beth or ring lehem saga
tis today i became strong as the lord jupitar


The cold of winter brought us before nayers
My lover is set to become a the negate-slayers.
Where are the

Amelie Beth Harris Mcgeehan

Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan

Acknowledgment of birthday gal,
whose invaluable priceless worth
exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars.  

First born of Boyce and Harriet
(both long since deceased,
albeit cremated whereby their ashes
- cremains scattered to the four winds)
in Paterson, New Jersey
December first nineteen fifty seven.

A protective big sister
to yours truly
her one and only rolled together 
into hypocritical, poetical, and

Beth Has Left Her Mark And Made Me Smile

I just met a woman with an aura so positive.
We only talked briefly, but she made me smile.
It’s a random meeting like this for which we should all live.
Those are the ones that stay with us for a long, long while.

We’d all like to think that we have a role to play,
But it’s finding that

My Eldest Sister Amelie Beth

My eldest sister Amélie Beth...
ever the amateur family entomologist

Upon texting her a picture
(countless moments ago
since October ninth)
unfamiliar delicate looking critter -
(seen inside the apartment many times),
she quickly identified crane fly
agilely affixed to lampshade.

I figuratively tip hat at Tipulidae
long legged dainty insect
poised to strike proboscis,
where adults buzzfeed on
nectar from flowers or other outdoor plants
unlike larvae whose

My Dream of Beth Hart

In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this tattooed lass just wandered down the stairs and sat down

One Up You Beth

You think they are snooty to you, she said. Here is a story for you.
She is my friend, but I call her One-Up-You-Beth in my head. 
Because no matter what story you have
She will one-up it.

I had worked at a place for fourteen years, she told me.
Fourteen years!
She always says things twice.
Not sure why.

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