Long Marguerite Poems

"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and...

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Needles and pins.
Needles and pins.
When you grow up I hope you have twins.

Yes, this was written into my mother’s  slam book when she was 12,
Setting her up to have twins at the age of...

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In The Meantime (Somewhere Between)

You are somewhere between Politically Correct, And nothing at all
If it weren’t for the fact that we work together, my existence stalls
But I am thankful that I got to meet you
Cause...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold,
Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed,
But in the shadows of self-doubt, her potential was concealed.
Then entered...

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I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a nice bee to land,
On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather,
I would wait for hours,
As if the future of the planet depended on it,
I would stay...

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Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and...

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Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now. 
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.

Heading toward a communal...

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It all still sounds like a dream
Since I heard the saddening news
Of your rather sudden end.
It seems like yesterday
When we sat together,
Ate drank, and slept as one
Under the same loving eyes.
We would chatter, cavort, full...

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I couldn't believe the word on the streets 
It ran through every nook and cranny
and with urgent feet.
The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told.
A calculated wanton cruelty unfold.
The story began with a father's...

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That evening
we took a flat-bottomed boat
and swam it up the Thames.
Douglas the middle-aged queer
served martinis out of a crystal pitcher.
Lurching for lips, he kissed me.
I was surprised how sweet it felt.
Jenny in a canvas chair,...

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Alone upon a foggy night, 
With waxing moon a ghostly light, 
Resounded wings.
My mind contrived a murders flight, 
While lack of cawing did rewrite, 
Infernal things.
Resigned to capture budding fright; 
I drew the curtains snugly...

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(A Piece in Triplet Addressed to Dr Monir Táhá)*

Yes, we’re mountains, all together yet alone,
From foot to crown of rock and with hearts of stone.
Unmoved by all, moving none, we’re on our own.

To this song...

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Her bedroom was a sunny yellow
The paint reflecting her charm
She disarmed every morning, smiling
With enormous baby grins greeting each day

As she grew, this sunny disposition
Came from her soul,
As much a part of her, as arm...

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A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the Danish Dinosaur, 
(said with love, she was my hero) used...

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Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
                      a bar of soap, to scent the...

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POETESS  MOTHER MAYA ANGELO
by James Edward Lee Sr.

Mother warrior, wordsmith poetess
Maya;
Sister, daughter of the almighty Father
Maya;
You set the world on fire;
Fearless
Breathless a world that's in a  mess;
God lent us this person
Maya;
A wordsmith, poet,...

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I often saw her in the patterned garden
Tending tenderly small children,
Until their parents came to pick them up.

I was absorbed in her antics as children laughed.
Oh dear Marguerite, how exquisite she looked.
How children prayed their...

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Poor Jane Doe lies on a slab
When they found her she looked drab
Worn-out clothes and no I.D.
No purse, no money, no front-door key

Surely someone wonders where she's at?
Even if it’s just her cat
Her red hair...

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That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering 
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards a wooden pergola
that glimmers in the darkness,
a temple built in...

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As I amble along, a trance me shakes

an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes

A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity

my stroll in timelessness and spirituality

A joy of mind dancing in thrill and...

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MADAME MATISSE 1
green with envy
a master's wife-
portrait-not still life
MARGUERITE 2
oh marguerite
oh so sweet
in pretty dress,so neat
HAIR 3 
la chevelure-
locks in shocks
matisse,ma cher
LORETTE 4
lorette,ma petite
so sad,so sweet
THE SISTER 5
one of three,enfamille
her gaze,engages,we
AN ODALISQUE 6
curve and shape,for...

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You were like a delicate flower so fragile and pure,
But you would never bloom again as you did before.
Maggie my dearest friend,
We'd known each other since the age of ten.
No longer will I see that...

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In the arms of the angels
No words could be more fitting
I raise my voice in loving tribute
To Ken with your permitting

A celebration of this loving soul
Such a kind and gentle man
Always upbeat, ready with a...

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In the arms of an angel
No words could be more fitting
I raise my voice in loving tribute
To Ken with your permitting

A celebration of this loving soul
Such a kind and gentle man
Always upbeat, ready with a...

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Mother Nature makes seasonal progress 
as cold autumnal winds crimson our cheeks,
grandiose trees shed umber morning dress
mackerel skies on fire behind mountain peaks 
reflected in slow running pumpkin creeks,
from long hot humid days to long...

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