Oh... I'm Evelyn the seagull
eating rubbish, squawking down the sea.
Oh... I'm invisible and a detested bird flying around.
Not admired by anyone, but privileged I feel flying next to the ocean I love.
Oh....unforgettable mornings with my "mews",
my lovely or hated music to be listened to.
Up and down, just flying above sometimes,
but miserable when you push me down.
Oh... I'm a hated bird all the time.
I'm just feel loved when you meet me next to the coast.
Oh.... then I know what it means to be loved.
The only time you say: "I'm happy to see the seagulls because we are home". Then, I feel that I was born
for a reason.
Emagi Evelyn BOOK of COINS
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Her first name was Evelyn
And her lived life Lovelyn …
A not easily won bread
But many gladly fed
Including those that fled,
As strictness was The Head
For long years others led,
Often picked as Their Head:
Did not think she should wed;
Men’s life had made her red …
Up to her I would tread
Like The Graceful I’d read;
Did try to lift The Dead
From funerary bed,
Before swift hands stopped her:
My mum she loved, now far …
By my Mum much worshipped,
To her listened wings clipped;
Five years later to sister,
In my mind A Blister...
To me what many aren’t
My maternal first Aunt
Is it a sherbert day?
Any day is
for our particolored poet.
She waltzes in a mobile gown -
peaches and plums,
lemons and cotton candy pinks.
The rivet of cold sherbert
or lemonade stirred,
painted - her prismatic words
gently placed upon her plate.
we gobble them up or slow down
to catch the crystal shake -
the windchime of her mind.
2/28/2022
I caught you in the corner on my eye
I wonder why they say corners are blind
You spun all my senses around
In that moment you hijacked my mind
Everything around you collapsed
I lost count of the time that elapsed
You dominated the ground around you
Like a goddess with diamond crown jewel
I tried to make myself glow in your eye shot
An attention as brief as a blink is all I got
I hope it’s enough to keep my face in your memory
I hope it turns into the beginning of my love story
My hopes ebbed when you stood up to leave
The love at first sight was not hard to believe
Afraid that I may forget and never see you again
I decided to remember you by the name Evelyn
I love you Evelyn my almond eventide
Hazy stars shy in the sky hearts are equalized
Let us sing the song of roses those sleep in peace
Let me sing it for you dear to my heart's release
The clouds drift over us they must go undisturbed
They are going to the east and they are well garbed
They will join the festival of rains at the Tains
How long shall we keep our souls in the pouch of pains?
Let us bless our bodies under Margosa Tree
Twine chords of love fibers hand to hand knee to knee
Let the Gods speak from podium to bless our vault
We have dipped our green hearts in the earth's common salt
The evening trickles down the milky wall of sky
To the night of seeddropping, to the field of rye
This is an elegy for a famous suicide from New York in the 1940's whose glamorous death photo was in Life Magazine. - Chris Reilley
EVELYN MCHALE
You always were a shining star
despite what you were always told
Stay just the way you are,
never ever let yourself grow old.
Though your heart was truly scarred
by what you thought they thought
Your exit choice was just too hard
to win the fight that you fought.
And how am I to simply carry on?
I am undone by your last faithless leap.
No flowers in fields, no manicured lawn
Your memorial is all that is left to keep.
You held your beauty even in death
your style was yet quite committed,
And with your final mint-sweet breath
your apologies you scarcely omitted.
How I wish I had known how to hold your heart
With the grace and the love it deserved
For now we are fated to forever be apart
as the track of your life’s ending swerved.
Would that I could undo your last deed
And walk with you under warm summer skies.
If only I was able to answer the cold need
that I still see in your death-dimmed eyes.
REMEMBERING EVELYN
AS WE WALK TODAY IN HER MEMORY.
WE REALIZE JUST HOW YOUNG SHE WAS.
53 WHEN THE DREADED C WORD CAME CALLING
TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM US.
EVELYN MAE, MOTHER OF 10
GREAT GRANDMOTHER OF MANY.
SO FULL OF LIFE,AND LOVE AND LAUGHTER.
SHE LEFT US ALL TO MOURN HER MEMORY.
LET'S WALK FOR A CURE.
IN ALL OUR LOVED ONES NAMES.
DO ALL IT TAKES
SO WE CAN END THIS NEEDLESS PAIN.......
GONE 26 YEARS BUT NOT FORGOTTEN SEPT.6
[ Poet' View: "WALK FOR A CURE"
A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER
EVELYN MAE DOWD- FRANCIS
JOIN A GROUP IN YOUR AREA
THIS POEM WAS CHOSEN AS LAST YEARS INSPIRATION
FOR THE CANCER SOCIETY IN OUR AREA. ]
BY:MAFLongfellow