Hurray! Hurray! Today is your day!
Always and ever, best wishes forever.
Pleased to wish you happiness,
Perfect serene life – away from strife.
You deserve the best. Happy birthday! Yes!
Elena's cooking is so much desired.
A wonderful chef, she is to admire.
Her Lasagna is all our favorite.
You want to eat slow, and just savor it.
Italian dishes are her Specialty.
Marinara sauce over Ziti with cheese.
She has many mouth watering dishes.
They are worth their weight in Gold
and riches.
A sweet aroma comes from her kitchen.
Great food there, you don't know what you're missing.
A wonderful wife and mother she is.
Judy and I, send her this Birthday wish.
May all your days be filled with love,
and receive great blessings from God
above.
May all your wishes do come true.
Great health and love for Gus and You.
Tavi G, Rusty, Judy, Me and Gaston
want to wish you Elena a Happy and
Wonderful Birthday today. God bless
you and Gus (Tavi) Briana, and my boy
Brandon.
North Carolina ballerina,
sweet lady of the Piedmont,
she so sterling,
died from the selfishness
of a drunk driver.
Gliding into a pirouette
as she enters God's
garden of youth.
The anguish tatters the
sails of my psyche,
as the rain gently descends
from a sorrowing ash sky.
I drink the bitter taste of loss
from the goblet of the ages.
No, please, no,
she is a precious one.
The dew glistens on the
peach-hued roses of
maiden innocence,
as if tears on an infant's cheeks.
Elena, our ballerina of grace,
death passes into life,
your beauty of a June magnolia
blossom-
charming the angels who
attend you.
Elena, Elena,
your lovely dancer's legacy
still dwells in our midst.
Your name whispered in
summer's evefall starry music. ~
Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat,
You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about,
And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized,
Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture,
Like a masterpiece,
And these yellow eyes, like sunflowers, while sitting on a such big stone, on a such long road
When you are not a red cat, or white, and not even lost, but
Just an easy touch of lilacs that comes with the sunrise and leaves at sunset on the shores of volga,
My friend, Watercolor Cat, when I see you standing up like this with all your pride, sharp years, and flying tail,
You suddenly are the most blue-yellow cat in the sky, like you swallowed the sun with your wondering eyes.
Why do you wonder my dear friend, watercat, why do you wonder and look like you are waiting for something wonderful to happen.
Tribute to Russian painter, Elena Verzilova, and her family,
Moscow, Sept 2022
PS MEMBER..lElena Eagle
God was sitting in heaven, thinking of
a wonderful thing to do.
“Aha, I have got it, He shouted!
And off to the drawing board He ran!
And then, He created, beautifil you!
“I know the woman who needs her!”
Thus,He sent her right to me!
Thank you for all you have given to our
family, relatives, friends and the USA!
Truthful and compassion are your shining
qualities!
With gratitude, blessings and love~
Your Mom,
Panagiota Romios and Irene,our cat
~ ~HAPPY BIRTHDAY ~ ~
Beside a creek, I saw a Fae,
upon a warm, summery day;
When she looked up and said “hello”,
my finite mind was truly blown.
There she lay upon the grass,
never flinching as I passed.
“You won’t remember me tomorrow,
imagining you’ve had too much Bordeaux”.
Not a word, could I dare speak;
a cat appeared within that creek.
Right beside her, on a boulder and
a lantern hung above her shoulders.
There in diaphanous splendor,
she lay so innocent and tender;
So sad that I will not recall,
the majesty of what I saw.
~~Elena, Elena~~
Dances Salsa, Macarena and
the Bossa Nova, till Rio's dawn!
Elena and her love, Bebo, sway
as she is his adoring, dancing fawn.
Outside, the welcomed raindrops
bring a sweet coolness, to her
flushed, tanned cheeks.
That to the touch, have a loving,
velvet smoothness that men seek.
Ah, Elena and Bebo are anything
but mild or meek.
She dreams of Samba School each
night of the week!
To march and dance with outrageous
pizazz!
In the Caraval Parade, with
a sequins aflash.
Add her hypnotic brown eyes and
her flashing, purple and gold sash.
For Elena, life is her very own, colorful
and most musical toy.
You'll find her dancing through the
streets of Rio, teasing the hypnotized,
mesmerized Bebo.
~~~~~~
August 20, 2019
Maria Elena
M-is for Motivated, that really is you.
A-is for Aliveness, all the year through.
R-is for religion,you are a lover of God"
and shows in all that you do.
I-is for Integrity, that honest spark,
that makes you,you.
A-is for the Alacrity'with which you get
jobs done.
E-is for Endurance in work, home and
play.
L-is for Love, which in reality, your
name should be.
E-is for Eager at each task at hand.
N-is for National, a woman proud uniquely
proud of this land.
A-is for Attractive, your skin, eyes and body,
that set men reeling.
July 27, 2019
Noon PST
I
I never understood what happened
I never erased your evidence.
it seemed magic not science
Still lives in me your presence ...
II
Something strong without comparison,
as adherent as a dementia
suppression of my consciousness
primal puzzle without explanation ...
III
I feel suchlike an airplane without fuel.
in the air without emergency landing
only you to cerebrate, without stopping...
IV
Even to death, I am insensitive
nothing has for me so much urgency
if only I live to recall and dream ...!
I know a lady of old
She is of child like mind
I've known her for some time
And this what I find.
I know she's kind to a fault
And generous with her love
I often think of as an angel
That has flown from high above.
I know she's extremely sensitive
And will break down easily in tears
Or she'll readily seek comfort
When plagued by many off her fears.
I know on judgement day with certainty
She'll see God's blessed son
He'll smile and bless her gently
Then he'll say to her, "Well done!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Golden waves
roll in from a distant shore,
but would she
offer me her neck?
Lithe form
like the undulating sands
along the Nile
shifting with each step,
but would that step
end at my door?
Tall and picturesque,
as if formed
from the same stone
that the Greeks carved
their gods and goddesses,
but will I be able
to brush off
the last chips
from this living statue?
From a town
filled with catacombs
and an illusion
of mystery,
and still I wonder,
will it be something
that I can explore
and seek its wonders?
With all that life throws,
the foreign seems pristine,
the untouchable
draws you in,
but is the intrigue
worth the sacrifice,
is that which falls on my plate
what I deserve
or just the distractions
that I find at every turn?