Long Cecile Poems

Oh come, dear, sit on this bench with me. 
We don’t like all people,
Now do we? 
But yet we watch, indubitably!
With spring trees so evergreen, 
Dandelions pristine.

Annie, can you see?
There’s a cardinal in that tree.
Oh,...

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You’ll never be an Olympic champion, Cecile,
After your accident on the ice,
Just walk, only,
There are so many beautiful things to do,
While walking, only, doubly,
Walking makes happy, calms the heart,
Walking inspires the brain, frees it,
You’ll never...

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Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you are no longer here,
yet I still feel your strong presence, smiling while shedding a tear.
Although you've gone, so many memories reflect through my mind,
in times...

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Dear Cecile, when you upped and left, did you 
happen to notice that someone had poured a can 
of paint over the Bentley’s bonnet?
and the other curious thing…my golf clubs have been 
found in various...

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I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
   I'm petite with small bones
  I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel...

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Criticism slips so easily
From unempathetic tongue
That we even blame ourselves.

Still are we not to appraise ourselves
And others, all the time...
Praying for Grace's wisdom?

Shame and blame
Are often all we hear
But surely are not love?

There is no...

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through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings

Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016

Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path

Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which...

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Imagine a thousand fireflies blinking at the same time,
not a fly and not a bug but a glowing, flashing beetle;
as a child I caught one in a jar and named him Cecile,
in a marsh among...

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MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER

Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,    
She’s there whenever/wherever...

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