GATSBY*
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Gatsby’s my name, character of Fitzgerald fame.
Nick saw through the façade and my game.
I partied and danced through the night,
Chasing dreams that weren’t quite right.
Then there was Daisy, jazz’s grande dame.
I lived in a mansion that sparkled at night,
I threw bashes hoping to be Daisy’s shining knight.
But the glitz and the glam,
Were a mere flashy sham,
Alas, George kills me, a vengeful, murderous sight.
*The Great Gatsby, a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, follows the story of Nick Carraway, who moves to Long Island in the summer of 1922 and becomes entangled in the lives of his wealthy neighbor, Jay Gatsby, and Gatsby's former lover, Daisy Buchanan. (Wikipedia Encyclopedia)
Admirable
Tough
Lots of energy
Abrasive
Sunset
Trusting
Hardworking
Original
Mature-ish
Accommodating
Sociable
Balanced
Ultimate edition
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant
Agile
Neighborly
There’s a teacher out in Morro Bay
Who won’t celebrate Presidents Day
Washington—Lincoln
Sure—Now you’re thinkin’
But Pierce and Buchanan? No way!
2/18/22
In Utah, it gets downright chilly
So people are prone to act silly
The Mormons will faint
If you ain't a Saint
They don't have what God gave to Tilli? *
*Tilli Buchanan was arrested and charged
with child abuse for removing her T-shirt inside
her own home whilst helping her husband shift
drywall.
Miranda
Witty, wife, sister, mother
Sister of Cindy
Lover of freedom, grace, and hugs.
Who feels close to God, much love from my husband and the need to help
Who fears car crashes, dogs and my last daughter at home leaving.
Who would like to see, the country from a cab of an 18 wheeler, island sunset and plays on the stage.
Resident of Buchanan MI
Hawley
Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.
Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To make a Monday holiday,
That’s what they chose to do.
The 40-something other men
Who served the USA
As presidents were not awarded
Their own special day.
So sorry Adams, Jefferson,
James Madison, Monroe,
John Quincy Adams, Jackson
And Van Buren – all are no.
Poor Harrison and Tyler,
Polk and Taylor, Pierce and Grant,
Fillmore, Johnson and Buchanan,
Hayes and Garfield – no, you can’t.
Arthur, Cleveland and McKinley,
Harrison and Teddy R.,
Taft and Wilson, Harding, Coolidge,
Hoover, also FDR…
Truman, Eisenhower, JFK,
LBJ and Nixon, Ford,
Carter, Reagan, both the Bushes
And Bill Clinton – not on board.
Last, no day off for Obama.
As to he who’s right now serving,
I can’t think of anyone who might
Be any less deserving.
I SAVED THESE WORDS FOR YOU
By M.A. Buchanan, copyright 2014
When crying for us makes you sad
I saved these words for you.
Don’t fear the tears sweetheart.
Their rain serves you well;
They keep your heart clean.
And though the road
Burns dry and dear for me
In Spanish said, “ lluvia torrencial” with regret.
Such tears will rinse away these fears.
Your inner road will judge and deem
And gleam and gleam again.
Once started, that road will not end or need to,
It does not leave you because it is original
And though our love may not seem to fit - it is the same,
It is authentic and upright and has value,
No matter what road may bear ahead
Or what others want to say
Your spiritual light and education
Will stay and never leave you.
And with its tears, serve you well.
M.A. Buchanan
COPYRIGHT 2014
LOST LOVERS
THE RAIN IS THE MATTER.
IT’S WATER TEEMING ABUNDANT
WITH WILD ABANDON
THE LOVERS SURRENDERED
WITH COMING AND
GOING SUCKLING THRILLS
UPON STOLEN PASSION
THE PASSION’S THE MATTER
FLOODING AND FLASHING
SHEETS OF DESIRE
OVERLAPPING
AGAINST
BUTTERY SHORES
IN WAVE AFTER WAVE
BRINGING UNDULATION AND
SPREADING SEA OVER-LAND
DRAGGING THEM DOWN UNDER
HIDDEN PLACES THEY BUILT
STILL YET, THEY THOUGHT THE
STARS AND HEAVENS APPROVED
EVEN THAT PROVED DEFENSE-LESS
AGAINST IT’S SCUTTLE- BY GUILT.
Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014
THE FATE OF ATROPOS
I like to tell myself
“I am a dreamer “.
But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops
Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.
I dread being poor, and worry
The fury of telling false truth.
The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-
Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.
I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?
COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan
OCTOBER SUNSET
We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and
Stalk the trees to smolder
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold!
Watch it tuck its red heart
Into the cold ground.
Water Witch
Alcazar’s crystal pools
Rim their ancient holes
Of time and place where the minx
Links her Pagan spells.
She watches them perform
On me,
Her dry, untainted lover
Where’s there’s no escaping
Her magic
She swims and circles my body
That’s begging
She smiles and spirits me
To her astral home
And Sinks me into her
Wet forever.
M.A. Buchanan
The impressive buildings on the Glasgow sky
Compliment life on the River Clyde
With its many secrets it cannot hide
But that is life in Glasgow.
From the understated Squinty Bridge
And George Square to Buchanan Street
Makes it hard for a "Weegie" to leave
But that is life in Glasgow.
A "Weegie" takes the good and bad
Supporting a British with Scottish flag
And tension flows between the clans
But that is life in Glasgow.
It's music and it's celebrity stars
Do not hide its gangster past
No such thing as a "Weegie" facade.
But that is life in Glasgow.
Glasgow life gets under your skin
The richness of a life it brings
A melting pot of good and sin
But that is life in Glasgow.
When you stop to think about it…
I’m talking old movies with
All these old familiar faces
How names incredibly pop into your head
Bit players
In movies 70 and more years old
Edgar Buchanan
Leon Errol
Binnie Barnes
And strangely lots of names
Some of the more famous actors
Names escape memory
When you stop to think about it…..
How miraculous
They live
All dead but quite alive