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Topic: Birthday of Bro. Cyr Willworth Bonto (May 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
cyr, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Seems so much is left unsaid,
Leaving regret and dread.
Hurt and betrayal leaves a mark.
Exposed wounds open and dark.
Too much time spent saying goodbyes,
Unfinished lines broken where they lie.
Tears of sorrow cascade unrelenting,
No openings for the mending.
Broken lines in need of repair,
Silence remains full of despair
Years of memories lorn.
All that’s left is treachery and to mourn.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17, 2010
Categories:
cyr, lossbetrayal,
Form: I do not know?
loneliness
laying empty in chest
waiting for salvation from bleakness
to open this locked heart.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
Categories:
cyr, depression
Form: I do not know?
BELIEVE ME, I WOULDN'T LIE TO YOU.
I love you baby and you are soo beautiful.
I am soooo in love with you, I'd never do you wrong.
Verbal roses, meant to trick,
Verbal roses that truly stink.
I didn't do it, honestly I wouldn't.
Who's she? Not sure who your talking about.
Your the only one I see, You are my heart.
Verbal roses, meant to trick,
Verbal roses that truly stink.
Your friend saw me where, with who?
You know I was visiting with Bud.
Your friends are lieing Your my love.
Verbal roses, meant to trick,
Verbal roses that truly stink.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
Categories:
cyr, lost lovelove,
Form: I do not know?
Been pondering a year strewn with loss and pain,
Illnesses and breakdowns seemed to have control.
But then little things looked over, thinking again,
The year has not been bad at all, just forgot to see.
'HAPPINESS SNEAKS IN THROUGH A DOOR
YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU LEFT OPEN'
John Barrymoore
Now looking back the joys come to light.
Friendships that have grown stronger.
Reunited with family long left to be.
Children grown and making a go of it safely.
'HAPPINESS SNEAKS IN THROUGH A DOOR
YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU LEFT OPEN'
John Barrymoore
Though somethings have taken work,
It was with satisfaction to reach the conclusion.
Some doors may have closed but many more opened.
Happiness is in the allowing it to be there, not locked out.
'HAPPINESS SNEAKS IN THROUGH A DOOR
YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU LEFT OPEN'
John Barrymoore
Seems that seeing the bad and having it stick,
Is the human way, but so much more good happens.
Let the less wanted go and search for the positives
that really could be the natural cure, for happiness
'HAPPINESS SNEAKS IN THROUGH A DOOR
YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU LEFT OPEN'
John Barrymoore
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
Categories:
cyr, life
Form: I do not know?
Our world is our home, when will we care?
Greed and industry destroying the air.
Time is growing short, change is needed.
Our job was to protect and care, we never heeded.
On the field of manly endeavors, eyes need to open.
All need to do their part, get into the motion.
The more we pollute and kill, it's time we loose.
Get up off that easy chair, awake from ignorance's snooze.
No one knows the future, it is ours to secure.
For future generations need to live somewhere.
When will the human race learn, the time is now.
Unite, find the solutions, quit squabbling somehow.
Our world is our home, when will we care?
Greed and industry destroying the air.
Time is growing short, change is needed.
Our job was to protect and care, we never heeded.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17.2010
Categories:
cyr, lifeworld, change, time,
Form: I do not know?
Getting older, mortality is questioned.
Never knowing how long is left.
Has enough been done thats right?
Has everything tried been done to the best?
Doubts and regrets sometimes cloud the vision.
Sometimes judgments given carry there weights.
The path taken may not always have been right,
Maybe time has changed and made the road better.
Maybe those looking into memories will remember,
The colorful child of long past with kindness and love.
For it is time to remember the effort made and forgive.
The smile and flamboyant youth may be fading, not dead.
Maybe somewhere in the passing from this world,
Colors effervescent will bring back the warmth once held.
For all have unique roads to travel, challenges to meet.
All one can ask is to have left there hues of heart behind.
Getting older, mortality is questioned.
Never knowing how long is left.
Has enough been done that's right?
Has everything tried been done to the best?
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17
Categories:
cyr, introspectionmay, time,
Form: I do not know?
In dreams I return to a former time.
To a home long left behind,
To revisit the mountains beauty.
Bluffs covered with soft moss,
Woods where we often played.
Paths remembered for long walks.
Deer, moose, and bear could be seen,
In splendor they walked the hills.
Such magnificence held in memory.
When awake always wish to be,
Back home walking in scenic beauty.
Paths covered with trees multi colored.
To once more climb to cliffs far above.
To race to creeks flowing at mountains base.
To hear the rush of waterfalls deafening.
In dreams I return to a former time.
To a home long left behind,
To revisit the mountains beauty.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17
Categories:
cyr, lifehome, home, mountains,
Form: I do not know?
So old the pages, fragile and worn,
Delicately I turn them, looking, wondering,
What was written on these pages before.
Some ones story, or just facts treasured.
Why did the words disappear, what happened?
The book was so carefully wrapped in cloth,
Placed in such a beautiful box, time tarnished.
It must have been very special to the owner.
Can't do it, can't just get rid of it.
If stare long enough maybe will see,
What made this faded paper so important.
Sad and frustrated at not knowing.
Wrapping it up again gently, have decided,
To replace it in the tarnished old box.
Some ones words, treasured, have disappeared.
Maybe if kept safe they will return for the book.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17
Categories:
cyr, fantasyold, old,
Form: I do not know?
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
Running in fear, gaining no ground, heart racing,
Praying for salvation, freedom from this fate, now facing.
Memories, regrets, flashing with speed, forgive the haunted soul.
Lord please wake me from this nightmare, dark as the devils show.
The track runs on in constant rhythm, taking the unworthy in.
Lives in shambles, wrought threw foolishness and sin.
Oh morning come, let this train pass me by, leave me be.
I hear the message, change will come, it will set me free.
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
Categories:
cyr, fantasydeath, me, dream, death,
Form: I do not know?
BUTTONS, BUTTONS
Buttons , buttons everywhere, I just love buttons.
What's this, please don't push, but why?
I walk in circles desperate for the reason.
Curiosity has me begging to push the button.
Oh come on it can't be that bad can it?
Please someone push the button, it's driving me crazy.
I edge closer staring at that untouchable button.
How i want to push it. hovering there in need.
what could be the harm if i did.
OK anybody looking?
I'll just say,"THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT!"
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 10, 2010
Categories:
cyr, funnyme, me,
Form: I do not know?
Loyal and blind, I believed in you.
A mother, even though not of birth.
Trusting your love and caring true.
I grieve as dead, feeling no worth.
Mourning with heavy heart and soul.
The clues of truth run through my mind.
Little things, telling things, won't let go.
Denial and disbelief, in thoughts do bind.
To know but not to believe, overlook.
I am to blame for this blind heart ache.
The signs ignored, years it took.
You can't hide now, you were a fake.
DOREEN CYR
SEPT. 11, 2010
Categories:
cyr, heart, heart,
Form: Free verse