Clairaudient Claire clambered to cling to her cliquish closeted clan
Clutching cloistered clues, clarifying a clumsily closed clergyman.
A racecar Claire wanted to drive.
Oh, madam if you want to survive
refer to these notes;
she sees it’s for boats.
It’s a kayak you need, sakes alive!
At the laundromat a girl who could not find a chair
Sat in a dryer, her attitude was beyond compare
She did not care who gawked or gave her a stare.
I know her well, she is my self-confident cousin, Claire.
I once had a doll named Claire
She's like a maiden fine and fair
When I was with her, my world was bright
Like everything was just alright
But then one morning, she was lost
She disappeared just like a ghost
As to what reason, I don't know
What I know is I miss her so
June 24, 2023
2nd
Poor Claire with arthritis she’d battle,
Her bones would shake like a rattle,
She was always tight-lipped,
But her dress she finally zipped,
Relieved she would go on and prattle.
To Ireland, Claire went on a hop
And promptly was caught by a cop
Her face was so red
For in drink she was bred
Till they fed her with milk and a sop.
No one knew what kind of car she was because she was an antique.
She had a mind of her own, a colorful one at that, and she ran.
She lived in a small Alaskan town, so people knew about her.
That’s Claire, an old timer told me when he saw me taking her photo.
She has a name? Sure, he replied, “They all have names, don’t they?”
All cars have names?
No. All spirits have names.
You mean she is a spirit and a car?
We never think of Claire as a car, but we always think of her as a spirit.
When I left the state, she followed me to the edge and then honked goodbye.
No one believed me, because she had no driver.
But I have never forgotten Claire.
Childhood friends helped each other
Known since we are 8, 9 years old
They helped me with Gen. Austin- a scammer
I fell, was hard but I accepted
Now, there are those who’s she’s hurting
God and me
We’re hurt because she’s committing a sin
She is living in a world of lies
She was hurt when I told her
Starting to say hurtful things
It is okay I love her
Was helping her
It hurts but there is love
That’s what friends are for
Bewildering frustration
Adoration
Admiration,
For a life-long friend
Gone:
Leaving
Desolation.
You left in a hurry,
So much left undone
But you could not run.
Darkness left its claw,
On you a sister, daughter and friend we all adore,
A beautiful person, outside and in
Our Heroine:
No tenebrous arm
Will do you harm
Forever we appreciate
Your wit and humour resonate,
Your honesty and kindness magnified
Glamour and Style - so dignified.
Vibrant and
Raw
Your warmth will last for evermore.
A unique star,
A ray of inspiration,
Guiding us through our devastation.
Your patience and humility will never cease
Dear Claire please Rest in Peace.
Sweet, sweet Serena Claire
With your tiny arms reaching
An heavenly soul can’t hardly bear
To show you all her teachings.
As your blue eyes are staring
Looking up, filled with wonder
Hers looks down watching
And admiring you over and over.
Your presence on earth
Will be sheltered in love
Every step that you taketh
She will guide from above.
Sweet, sweet Serena Claire
The world’s at your feet
Her prayers now to God
Is that you’ll live life complete.
Happy Happy Birthday Claire Holt
To the 'ABSOLUTELY most STUNNING,
'SOPHISTICATED BEAUTY OF ALL TIME '
with the most
'SPARKLING, PERKY, ENCHANTING PERSONALITY
that goes with the
'BRIGHTEST HOMETOWN GOOD-GIRL SMILE'
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
'LYRICAL Toast'
just as 'TOMBOY NATURALLY FLAWLESS'
and 'ENTHUSIASTICALLY, SINCERE, and ORIGINAL'
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
'CELESTIAL GODDESS'
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a 'BELOVED VISION of LOVELINESS'
as 'Angelically enchanting, and ADORABLY SOPHISTICATEDLY KIND'
irreplaceable CLAIRE HOLT wonderful you
Claire was born disabled, no left forearm,
And at school hid it well under her jumpers,
But swimming let her accept, love her body,
Such that today she’s a swimming medalist.
Born in Redditch in Worcestershire county,
Which is in the north-east of fine England,
On the 21st day of May’s month in 1988,
From Leeds she has a linguistics degree.
Her biggest medal haul was London 2012
Where she won two very beauteous silvers,
One for the 100 metres breaststroke SB8,
And one for the medley. And a bronze free.
In the Athens Paralympics she won bronzes,
One for the 100m S9 back, one for the medley,
And in Beijing she took home another bronze,
For the breaststroke this time, the 100 metres.
In 2016 at the Euros in Portugal she won gold,
For the 4x100m medley relay, also two bronzes,
One for the 100m butterfly, another for breast,
Which took her to Rio 100m breaststroke silver.
Claire is 21 years of age, a boccia player,
Who was diagnosed with dystonia at 16,
Says “[dystonia] causes muscle contracture
and shortening…abnormal hands,” clean.
“There is no known cause for it…unlucky.
In the…years [just] before my diagnosis
I found it very hard ‘cos I didn’t, [positivity],
have a name to put to it, [my kinesis],
or know what it was but [after diagnosis]
it was a relief that I wasn’t going mad…
I got closure on what it was, [aegis],
and so I was able to adapt” lots, or a tad.
Claire went to Larne Grammar School,
Because she comes from N. Ireland,
And so goes to Ulster University cool,
To the sports institute (SINI), a garland.
She likes music and keeps tortoises,
Along with some other scaled reptiles,
And she won gold for her purposes,
At the 2015 Euros - done the miles.
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart.
She wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
disappointment to absolute bliss!
As the cool night crept in
And only the sound of crickets chirping could be heard,
A sedulous young witch studied the spell
That would supposedly bring back her loved one.
Time and time again she had failed
Missing the key ingredient- a paragon diamond,
Or perhaps she also needed a dark object to channel
She simply wasn't skilled enough to cast the complex spell.
In my possession lay a paragon diamond the size of the sun
On my shoulders lay a thousand years of darkness
If only she would realize who the real enemy was,
She could bring her wayward sister home again.
Your beauty beams with patent rage
Undiminished and unharmed with age
Like the primrose of the spring
You are the jewel that sunshine brings
Your kindness is without compare
Unprejudiced and unimpaired
Like the music of a hymn
You are the song that angels sing
Your joy inspires the world to smile
And makes the trials of day worthwhile
Like the rain upon the leaves
You are the water all life needs
Your compassion is unlimited
The purest and most noble gift
Like heroes in the books I read
You are the person I want to be
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