C-omposer
E-mploys
C-onnotation
I-n
L-iterary
E-xpression
C-learly
H-aving
A-pplied
R-ighteous
C-reativity
O-f
S-cribe
Topic: Birthday of Cecile Charcos (August 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Imagine a thousand fireflies blinking at the same time,
not a fly and not a bug but a glowing, flashing beetle;
as a child I caught one in a jar and named him Cecile,
in a marsh among the long dense grass they climb.
Father said, let Cecile go for his life is only a few days,
so now, I just stand and appreciate their lantern displays;
imagine a thousand fireflies blinking at the same time.
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October 4, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Cecile the Firefly
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1186-170-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
C-omplete
E-quipment
C-arried
I-n
L-ife's
E-xperience
Z-one
A-bates
C-ruel
A-dversary
R-eaching
I-ndividual's
A-mazing
S-uccess
Topic: Birthday of Cecile Zacarias (February 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-learness
E-rases
C-hill
I-n
L-ovely
E-ffulgent
C-oolness
A-s
S-un's
T-winkle
R-elieves
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Cecile Castro (November 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-old
E-vening
C-hanges
I-nto
L-ight's
E-ffulgent
C-lear
H-ues
A-s
R-adiant
C-oolness
O-bliterates
S-hadow
Topic: Birthday of Cecile Charcos (August 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Criticism slips so easily
From unempathetic tongue
That we even blame ourselves.
Still are we not to appraise ourselves
And others, all the time...
Praying for Grace's wisdom?
Shame and blame
Are often all we hear
But surely are not love?
There is no God but God,
Jesus but a shadow of His Love,
Can we claim the same?
Though we are His children,
Let our pride be in Christ's blood,
Not in our own deeds.
Such grace, such beauty, such love,
Loved by God before creation...
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord!
Long Tooth
August 9, 2016
Poet’s Notes:
Inspired by a poem by Caro Cecile, a FB friend and poet!
through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings
Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016
Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which is more bird-like than that of any other insect. They migrate thousands of miles following the same path of their ancestors, even returning to the same trees that their parents inhabited to mate and lay eggs. I love the suggestion that their path might be traced by pine needles that have been disturbed and rearranged as they pass.
I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
I'm petite with small bones
I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel
So she decided things had to change
Lifting weights at first felt strange
Her trainer pushed gently
Encouraged intently
Her life she happily rearranged
Now building bone density and power
Her muscles sprouting like a flower
Strength is now her friend
Workouts are now her trend
It takes discipline and willpower
No longer thin rather lean and fit
Liking the changes she does admit
Active body and mind
Healthy diet combined
This lifestyle she'll never quit
06/01/2016
*I been working out for 6 months now : )
sparrow's song floating
cloud burst drowns our connection
lips too lose their purse
Brian Johnston
April 27, 2016
Inspired by Caroline Cecile on FaceBook's Japanese Poetry Garden Path.
bee eye fantasy
seeing you a thousand times
every moment
Brian Johnston
April 10, 2016
Inspired by conversation with Caroline Cecile on FaceBook's 'Japanese Poetry Garden Path'
I once knew a poet named Cecile
She thinks her poems are a big deal
Saddened when not placed
Heart sinks in disgrace
C'mon let me win and hear me squeal
~ For Skat's Sensitive community *a pd contest* ~
Dear Cecile, when you upped and left, did you
happen to notice that someone had poured a can
of paint over the Bentley’s bonnet?
and the other curious thing…my golf clubs have been
found in various places around the town.
I’m also getting a lot of emails from the Swiss bank
asking why so much cash has been withdrawn from my
investment account, and assuring me of their future loyalty.
Mother has been on the phone in tears, saying that a
woman with a foreign voice, has been calling her a lot
of rather unpleasant names.
It’s all very strange;
anyway, I thought I’d send you this email, in the hope that
you might be able to cast some light on this mess:
Incidentally, did you iron a shirt before you went, can’t find
any clean clothes,
yours, Toby.
Over my eyes,
the unveiling of a secret kept
within my breast.
Just a simple touch --
the songs spilling out of your eyes
your hand in mine.
Sudden snapshot
And the light beam brings such focus
the dark gunshot
Not a shred of doubt,
just a simple touch to let me know
Your deepest thoughts.
By Caroline Cecile
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER
Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,
She’s there whenever/wherever she’s needed,
And if this was to be her lot in life,
She’s definitely succeeded.
But whatever she is to other folks;
A friend, sister or other,
She is to me, and will always be
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER!
BY
WENDY LEE KLENETSKY: PROUD DAUGHTER OF CECILE SEIGAL
at hand
a pen and a paper --
tears I've never ...
Written by (Caroline Cecile & Hemaidy).
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