Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass
Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass
She had large goals, and wanted to get things done
Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun.
But some boys are truly special, her older sister said.
I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change my mind or head.
There are many years between now and when I go to the other place.
Right now, I can barely keep up with my own self-imposed pace.
Fiona was in clover leaders of the world, and on a robotics team.
She had designed a specialized drone, and a new flying machine.
Fiona was a scientist, a writer, an artist, a woman with an active mind.
She was not on the hunt for a man, difficult to find a similar kind.
Categories:
fiona, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!
MRT/4-27-10
Categories:
fiona, best friend, dog, eulogy,
Form: Sonnet
Fiona mutesi
Will be queen of the world
I remember
The king of katwe castling
His opponent's queen
Categories:
fiona, africa,
Form: Tanka
For Fiona Meyrick, poet and musician; a Petrarchan sonnet
Fiona, in the silence of the night
Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key
That sigh above all formal melody
In cadences that dance like birds in flight
She rests within the dark, composing light
In subtle shades of sweet philosophy
Transposing on the stave a mystery
In spills of sound like ink on paper bright
Fiona; at the stroke of midnight blessed
Plays pianissimo the ocean’s rage
Transforming all the sins of man confessed
In gentle rhythms traced upon the page
A modern muse, an ancient truth expressed
In lullabies to sooth our restless age
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
fiona, muse, music, mystery, night,
Form: Sonnet
Don't cry my dad, for your single tear is as deep as ocean of love,
Don't cry my mom, for your care is as pure as a dove.
Don't cry my brothers, as your company is all I ever require,
Don't cry my sisters, as your memories are all that I can aquire.
Today I am not going to a new house, as it was destined to be my own home,
I will also receive the same love, from his mom and dad under the soothing dome.
I thank the heaven, its keeper and its lord,
For giving me a family which is like god.
Today i promise nothing will change at all
As to love, care, accompany and cherrish everything, my soulmate will stand tall.
My loved ones, you have not just given a daughter with charisma and corona,
How can i explain you, you gifted shrek his fiona...
-'panchi'Panchal Hitesh D.
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Categories:
fiona, emotions, family, father, feelings,
Form: Light Verse
Each poem must have a purpose;
Each verb, each certain noun, fawning adjective,
needs a place, a form, a hole, to fit.
Purple is not a word for a poem, it has no place.
"No rhyme?" say cat/rat/bat,
"Outrageous" say sebaceous/herbaceous.
So purple is resigned to prose.
Purple must have a partner, a pair, a comrade
To be worthy in the poem.
Everyword must be accounted for.
"But oh" says Purple, alone, "I am not alone."
Look, see my face adorning royalty.
See my majesty, my set-apart/set-aboveness.
There is no one like me, and I am enough.
Cat/bat/rat squirms at his feet.
Categories:
fiona, recovery from...
Form: I do not know?
I first met Fiona at a Christmas party
A beautiful woman in a young girl’s body
Fiona was far more mature than her years
And she chose me that night
Despite a host of more suitable suitors
And we danced into the night
Her firm body pressed against mine
Her intoxicating scent enveloping me
Arms clinging tightly to me
Her breath against my neck
In full view of envious eyes
And later in passionate embrace
Just the two of us in the darkness
As I kissed her goodnight
Categories:
fiona, love
Form: I do not know?