Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
Mr. Jeremy Brown
His students he had to calm down
He tried to teach them English
But ended up in confused anguish
Miss Courtney
The principal who hated men's blarney
Paid Mr. Brown's class a surprise visit
Not one correct answer could she elicit
10.22.2021
"Mind Your Language" comedy series
For Joseph May's "Clerihew 2" contest
Courtney
Nerdy, honest, creative, funny
Mother of Darian and Cash
Lover of a good book stash, thrift store trash, and travelling without whiplash Who feels empathy for the homeless, the hopeless, and disgust for the useless
Who needs my family close to me, a bit of morbidity, and my writings validity
Who fears death by falling, the Burger King, and life without a wedding ring
Who gives her kids a kiss, her boyfriend loving bliss, and her enemies a hiss
Who would like to see New York City, Italy, and my family being happy
Resident of Springfield, LA by way of Glendora, CA
Hubbert
"COURTNEY LYNNE WILSON"
Counting the blessing, I feel today
Oh Lord than you for bringing this child our way
Understanding the joy, that she brings
Reaching for her tiny hands and caressing everything
This is my Granddaughter, I'm so happy I could sing
Now the moment of this life, makes me proud
Every moment of her life, I'll be on a cloud
Yes this is the beauty of life
Loving you is going to be so easy
Your beauty is like a bloomin rose
Never worrying as we bring you home
Nurturing you for life, you'll never be alone
Each and every day until you are grown
Wondering what life's roads will come your way
It's a quest to see that you reach your goals
Love, laughter, a tear or two
Simple life, getting you through
One day at a time we watched you grow
Now your a Woman, starting your own home
You began starring as the Brigadier in Doctor Who over forty years ago.
If you're wondering if people will forget you, the answer is Hell no.
When I saw you starring in Doctor Who, it was always great.
Now your fans mourn because your death is something they hate.
You starred with Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee and several other Doctors too.
You were Brigadier LethBridge-Stewart and you were a great asset to Doctor Who.
You starred with William Hartnell in the Daleks' Master Plan.
Besides being a great actor, you were also a nice man.
You starred in 107 Doctor Who episodes during its 26 year run.
Sadly you died of Cancer in 2011 at the age of eighty-one.
(Dedicated to Nicholas Courtney who died February 22, 2011.)
His name was Courtney
Met him on trip to New York
I rode in his cab
Courtney
Daughter, mother, wife, poet
Daughter of Brenda Horne, Teresa Fowler, Steve Horne, William Stakelin, Ronald Biles
Lover of psychology, classic movies and poetry
Who feels grateful, scared and depressed
Who fears bugs, social situations and death
Who would like to see Laura Ingalls Wilder museums, Paris and Japan
Who resides in Orlando, Florida
Dyer
So young, barely legal,
but the begining was the end.
I never thought I'd see this day,
but it came quick as the wind.
I wonder what went through the mind
as the lights came down...
Were your last breaths painful?
Was your soul heaven bound?
Why did he have to drink
then get behind the wheel?
Why didn't you just walk away?
Is this nightmare real?
So many questions never answered;
dreams, that will never be fufilled.
Thanks to what the alcohol did
the night that you were killed.
Call out to me in the night
On days that are not so bright
Undo what cannot be changed
Right now will never be the same
Till I face time and become a man
Now I’ve finally come to understand
Even if love says our time is due
You and I both know how much I love you
Courtney
Oh, I see the solace now you seek;
The warmth of such hallowed spaces;
The valley of commerce upon which you
Staked no claim – the sudden quick miss-aim –
Toward the vaulted value of the day – in all I seek this
Sway within you.
My heart seems out of pace near you…
My words obliterate their best intentions;
I say this much: I am followed by that shadow
Too – it grips my sterling soul, sometimes –
Its hectic gait sinks and rises all at once; it storms
Around my brain – yet –at times it seems a
Calming beast asleep near the fire – I hear its measured
Breathing low, its idle power roils at my feet; I am its master-for now, a moment, a
second; for this truce shall come undone, without the help of anyone,
It will come about…diamond clear, I say.
So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.
Your warm tears only leave me frozen.
Ice flows through your veins
Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!
Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into your abyss.
Your fangs of poison limit my days as your words ravish my soul.
Everything you touch crumbles, I witness you punch the blood-stained rattle, and I fall
into a loveless void.
Barren of empathy, your actions bring me nothing but hostility.
Tell me again the definition of bliss.
For in this wretched life this fact I have missed
I imagine dying, naked in the snow; you dare not to see
I endeavor in wanderlust, wanting courage to flee.
Yet I am no longer your snow queen; I am fearful and icy.
You offer me no benevolence, solace, or a trace of a happy sensation.
Now I hold my garnished gun, fantasizing of the bloodbath of your obliteration.
Let me introduce you to my wife
a woman I have known most of my life
21 years and counting
and to her I am constantly returning
for in the 21 yrs I have known her
all others are just a blur
her beautiful face
and her subtle grace
hair of spun gold
and a bust line so bold
for this is a story that needs to be told
We wed in 97
oh wedded bliss I was in heaven
but I was use to hell
and thats how I treated her not very well
in 2000 she left me she did
but in 04
I was back in the door
twice we are married
and the toll she has tarried
for once again I am a fool
drowing her in misery an emotional pool
but to her I say
from here on out til my last day
for what you are owed I will repay
just kep you another day
I have a friend named courtney grimm
she is so very trim
She has a stalker who loves her crazy
BUT shes in love with trevor who drew her a daisy
She is the coolest girl i have ever met
She is a good mormon girl who would never bet
Courtney is my best friend
hopefully she will be there till the end
No other girl can compare to her
of this one thing i am totally sure
She is helping me to get over clint
I only wish that he would get the hint
that i wll never be over him that much is true
So court i need your help i am feeling blue
Your the only one that can make me laugh
And the only one thata can do my math
So thanks for everything you do
I will always love you
My darling, the light in my life, you are.
You’ll always be to me, my brightest shining star.
My sweet little girl. So intense are you.
How much I love you, you just haven’t a clue.
You were the first born to my very best friend.
I’ll always be here for you. On me you can depend.
Every time I look at you, I still can see,
the look on Mom and Daddy’s face. You were meant to be!
Such deepness in a child your age,
I can’t say I’ve ever known.
I want to be a part of your life, on every page,
even after you are grown.
I’ll be here for you, the first time your heart breaks.
No matter what the reason.
Whether it’s some silly boy, that your heart he takes.
Or when you have a losing baseball season.
Everything in your life is important to me,
my beautiful brown eyed girl.
In your life is where I always will be,
until the end of the world.
Some fragment of a memory
stems off into an abyss of pain,
you can't hide from it
when you're all alone with a glass
that looks empty,
green olive on a fancy toothpick
with some small red void of love
for you to seep into,
your ramblings are getting deeper
and we are your only listeners,
take another sip and be thankful
your memories are all that lasts.
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