Irene Poems - Poems about Irene

("Dreaming Gaia", 2020, original encaustic) Good Night Irene, Sweet Dreams We live in a time of two competing visions; The creation myths of sudden and gradual change, Or monotheism’s creationism on one hand And scientific materialism’s evolution the other. Both...Read the rest...

Her long eyelashes are fetching. Irene has beautiful eyes, most donkeys have. When I call her, she comes, but not right up to me, she trots to my side turns, facing the same way I am looking. I am not looking at anything much, we...Read the rest...

The charming Lady Adler Irene; Was strangely nowhere to be seen; As revealed by this clear blanked out scene; Where those who knew her said she'd been, Where oft she did appear. That splendid genius Sherlock...Read the rest...

whenever she says hello without bowing look at me Not with the eyes, but with the light of heart look at me And I'm soaking in the joy of life like that time....Read the rest...

It was the year of `Spirit in the Sky.’ I kept your picture Irene. We all thought we would die young. Your grainy wedding photograph (cut at the time from a local newspaper), has emerged again like a yellow submarine. I...Read the rest...

For Princess Ann Gilmore ~Across the Pond~ I wish I could meet Princess Ann! I just know she would like me. My royal calico fur, my gentleness. My kind green eyes, she’d see. I was just...Read the rest...

Her Majesty Queen Irene a most elegant royal cat folk take one look like an open book with her majestic royal aura they simply love and adore her her colours are so special ...Read the rest...

Listen to her death certificate’ Who’d fought for life’s duplicate “Severe Anorexia Secondary to status asthmaticus”. Oh! How it had rung worse than Amnesia And had meant some asthmatic curse. Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’ As death...Read the rest...

Dearest Irene Queen of Cats Your dear Panagiota Will soon be back Wait patiently Irene And before too long You'll hear her voice Singing you a song And she'll be dressed In her feather boa With a spring in her step Looking just...Read the rest...

It would be so wonderful to break into the impenetrable heart of Irene who opposes my advance and feels serene; what is the reason for her resistance? Am I not what she expects in essence, or even a liar so...Read the rest...

This is just a freestyle poem I really don't have much time I love to sit and wonder I crack up every time I rhyme all you have to do in life if you want to get ahead...Read the rest...

IRENE ^~^ zzzzzzz... Now my friend has a pussy called Irene She is regal She writes poetry She is known as the Queen Each day she eats salmon from a golden tureen But one day last spring A fat rat wandered in Falling...Read the rest...

Stress pulled Me Myself and Irene went from nice to stubbornly mean had to change to help me because nobody was helping me No respect a joke and clown treating me without a care as you expect broke me...Read the rest...

Irene....My Mother and I. I cannot believe I am her daughter! She always dressed in the very best taste. Very little jewelry, conservative dresses, no slacks, are you kidding? A white-gloved perfect lady,she. Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones. Never a babushka...Read the rest...

The night light burns, Flickering candle in a Jar of clay. Shadows Become rats running And then forming a Circle of dance. I rub My eyes in dis-belief. It's gone 12. I should Be in bed asleep. I am Not. I am...Read the rest...