With the surprise arrival of the stormy might
Came to pass the long-feared fight
First standing proud and quietly brave
Then bled white by wind and wave
The ocean rose, there was no lee
Her trusted timbers stole by the sea
And as their initials floated away
Pained authors huddled ashore to stay
Her planks once were the open hand
That invited us to relief from the land
A bench to rest, a rail to lean
The simplest wonders, untold serene
She gifted the site of dolphin or two
And delivered each day her readied view
Our walk upon it was one of a kind
That pier, that day, and you entwined
Sue Ellen a wastethrift who frittered her parents’ money
Married off to Chuck, an old goat in need of a honey
Devious Chuck thought he would be rich when her parents died.
They lived to be a hundred, a long well-lived, happy ride.
Sue Ellen never changed, she spent Chuck’s money too.
They ended up in a studio apartment outside Waterloo.
Here lies Geraldine Ellen MacAdoo
Who fell into a pot of molten glue
We couldn’t decide what to stick her to,
We thought of this ... she would concur
So, we wrapped her in her sable fur
And, this is where we buried her.
written March 16, 2022
Again, I sit beneath the trees,
Pen and paper on my knees.
I yearn for something new not old.
I crave for story never told.
Between the branches squirrels leap,
While at my feet the critters creep.
I wait to see what words will form
A quiet tale or one of storm
Leaves they move, dance and rest.
Sun moves too, towards the west.
Moons will rise and birds will flock.
Days will pass and months will clock.
And so with all the passing time
I wait upon the proper rhyme
I touch the old but never the new
Still I write on - with thoughts of you.
Conjured by gravity,
she shape-shifts in adventitious magic
Apprehensive of resistance,
she folds, bent into his charisma
Rough rocks spiny are smoothed to bubbling baubles rounder
Rough rocks silent are cajoled to gush repartees that thunder
Inside their walls they shine beguilingly,
holding her in radii, even as she spreads,
spilling her misty veils on them to escape-
Ellen first, she gliding-sways,
serpentine-sculpting with ease,
longing for the deep stillness of his pull
where she can pool
Long her limbs grow,
as she turns into Carrie under control...
Ellen or Carrie, autonomy of form’s forever beyond her scope
Never was a fate more apparent –
to flexibly flow and drown
(6/17/2021)
Ellen DeGeneres
hats off to you
~ you’re loved ~
more than you know
with cheerful words
you make our day
fun caring jokes
tickles trigger
a smile or
laugh
-o-
your message
be kind to one another
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
an English striker
named White
into France 2019
had the goal always in sight
left foot or right
her golden boot
from all angles
could shoot
with skill not chance
or luck
this latest world famous
Aylesbury duck
June 27 2019 Fifa Womens World Cup
Sponsor-Mark Toney
Miss Ellen DeGeneres
Dislikes face powder adheres
It stains all her Armani
No more makeup for honey
3/22/2019
Poetry Contest: Celebrity or Famous Person
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.
She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.
His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.
In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.
Written on 28 January 2019
Energetic
Laughing
Lovely
Enchanting
Nature-loving
Her name
Is on my mind
It is a lonely day
My hand needs hers to find my way
My ears await her never calling sound
I wait for her to come around
I will sit I will stay
On my mind is
Her Name
I hear the songs of yesteryears
They play upon my eyes with tears
And like a hymnal above her grave
Her notes to me are what I save
I lost her somewhere in my past
so many years ago.
How could I have thought
a brief hello -
would linger so,
deep within my heart.
So many times she calls my name
in the darkness of my days.
My dreams reveal -
what once was real,
now deep within my heart.
written 06.21.2016
Every ounce of sacrifice you offered along the way
Like a flashlight guiding us on our darkest journeys
Looking for our way to get out on our destination
Even providing us the company all along
No other to describe a mother's love such as you do for us.
Thanks for being there for us, Mom. :)
3/19/2015
Tomorrow is uncertain as the hour,
Whilst each minute pulses borrowed time,
And breathes, seconds closer to my rest,
I praise thy living love, nestled in my breast.
Attend, knells a distant wistful tolling;
Forsooth, only thy love can disavow,
So phantoms lose their ghostly grasp on me,
To lend a moment, nay eternity;
And if time becomes a gauzy mist,
Upon a hearkened final fading beat;
Remember all you were to me that hour,
Blooms more beautiful, than any flower.
My love, my love, a moment shall I dream,
Til midst the stars, I reminisce agleam.
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