Her impish grin, her throaty voice:
I clearly never had a choice.
It's such a thrill to watch her grow;
this precious thing, I love her so.
And when we play at "Let's Go See",
she truly seems enthralled with me:
at what I share, at what we find;
It's great to watch her little mind.
Her eyes just sparkle at new things.
A simple game, such fun it brings!
We both could play it for an hour;
What is that? A bird! A flower!
And when she lays upon my chest,
the world just stops, and I am blessed
to be suspended, caught in time,
just savoring the sweet sublime,
and contemplating how I got
a thing that money never bought:
a precious girl, a work of art,
attached quite firmly to my heart.
Categories:
genevieve, granddaughter, love,
Form: Couplet
I had seen this girl around my workplace,
one day she handled a problem with grace.
We were nurses and things could get nasty,
and this was no place to get all sassy!
I complimented her and then we talked,
and on our breaks in the park we walked.
The flame of friendship ignited in us,
our spirits entwined like twin blazes, yes!
We became a beautiful matching pair,
with a special friendship so very rare.
Then the unthinkable- she had to leave,
gone my counterpart and chum, Genevieve!
Oh, I was filled with sadness and deep loss,
and I wept and wept for my sweet friend lost.
Who would listen to my poems eyes closed,
and I had made her a lover of vintage old!
When she left I was in a dark chasm,
it will took a long time to find my awesome.
I never heard from her ever, ever again.
How could she not look back? How do I mend?
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May 2, 2018
Poetry/Couplet/Genevieve, My Lost Friend
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1018-953-18
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
genevieve, friendship,
Form: Couplet
Genevieve Stoddard
1892-1912
Whose footsteps do I hear
Up there above my sleeping bones?
Whose unghostly shadow stalks me
Here in these dark parameters?
Whose blood stream has inundated me
Here in these forbidden avenues?
Avenues of green and gray and alabaster?
Is that you Trudy dear?
Up there frolicking with the night rats?
Dancing with the barn owls?
Oh I remember him well indeed.
The picture of the perfect boy
Stamped inside my dead brain.
Stamped like a frozen prayer at Sabbath time,
Unheard and unanswered.
A splendid boy for whom I pined.
Roscoe my love,
I was too young to taste your eyes.
Those big blue orbs from the skull of Apollo himself.
So, in homage to you, my love,
I was the silent witness of them,
The ladies of the full moon
Skipping and jumping
Swooning and spasming,
By his huge imposing white stone,
There amidst the night rats,
There amongst the barn owls.
Categories:
genevieve, dance, death,
Form: Epitaph
I am the robed red-eyed rabbit
iconoclast of radiant reverie
I am socially inept and intrepid
unfit for heaven
left unforgiven
in deevy eyes of Saint Genevieve
beneath the ice of silence
Genevieve dreams she's a rain,
in need of a guidance
beaten in Eden
she's a runaway train
I'm her perpetual
crescent corrosion
boorish reject of a stage play
acting erratic
a nightshroud in slow motion
kicking the dust alive from decay
Genevieve's mortal, whispering loud
among the trees full of mysteries
she is my sneaky nun with a gun
and I'm her wayward terrorist priest
I'm triple echo of violet velvet
gliding through halls of a twilight manor
I'm boyhood decorum held in secrecy
silhouette left of former manners
but Genevieve knows
what's the matter
it's a disorder of highest order
feeding on heart pierced by the dagger
Categories:
genevieve, imagery, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
GENEVIEVE
Notice me
Talk to me; we both wished in secret admiration
Every time I tried; something unseen holds me back
We both waited patiently; time shall fade away
I couldn’t wait on time any longer; I did what I have to do
I did it all; I noticed her, talked to her, and said my mind
Amazingly she felt the same thing I did.
At first, it was lust; hunger and thirst for her body
Hers is an appetizing body; food for the gods
She is not the first; there were others before her
Others; just as pretty and sexy but something is different this time
Her innocence enthrals me; delicate delicacy
She has the inscription on her face that reads “handle with care”
That I did and still doing; she is my precious jewel.
Genevieve
Now, I have fallen deeply in love with you
Nothing else matters except you my love; I love you
I feel things like I never felt before; you changed me
Now I know what true love is; you have showed me the right path to love
It’s complete; love, trust, understanding and all
It’s no longer a secret that only we know; I love you
With love; words of Pascal my brother...
Categories:
genevieve, cute love, desire, emotions,
Form: Carpe Diem
My precious Grandbaby
I was there on your birthday
Eyes so deep blue
Who would have knew
You're so sweet and innocent
Because you were Heaven sent
My tiny little angel
You make my heart full
No matter what should ensue
Know I'm always here for you
Categories:
genevieve, family
Form: ABC