Long Maureen Poems
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look around
you can always
find a bread
crumb or
piece of
string
some have been
compromised
suddenly
stop
when
with any
food trail come
hungry animals
including people
unknowingly eat
what may have
led to your
destiny
victory in death
following back
the string path
after killing
Minos' son
Minataur
or from the cookie
jar crumbs that
may lead to death
in the candy house
in the witch's
oven
but above all what
paths before me
lay on display i
can't say any
of them
spell
fate
they all seem
benevolent
and meant
for me to be
enlightened
lighting
what was once a dead
end darkness now
intended to shine
and show me a
way of trans
cendence
evident by names
such as Maureen
and Melissa and
another Melissa
Mark Sean Don
and Dooley
blessed be
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10 November 2018
For the "One Word Wit Style Poetry Contest" sponsored by Maureen McGreavy.
(6th Place)
I’ll pluck the poisonous parrot with a PROVERB:
‘Nob’dy can make you feel inferior without your consent!’*
(But WHY
Would I give my consent,
ANYWAY?)
(Because it’s a habit!)
(Because DREAMS are SCARY)
(The mean little P.P. SABOTAGES words with words)
…a little advice: pull out the tail-feathers first,
Then pop the poisonous parrot in the pot,
And it will resolve into a fine glue
With which,
You can stick words together
(best use of raw materials!)
*Eleanor Roosevelt
Written On: 1/8/2019
For: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP
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Each of you write poetry so fine,
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All of you have supported me from the start,
To Winged Warrior, Gershon Wolf and Owen,
For all of you Christmas cheers I throw in,
Sylvia, Darlene, Brandy, Connie and M.L. Kiser
Such awesome poets each of you a whizzer!
Hey Robert, James, Mike, Laura, Jim and David,
Thank you for all comments that I have saved,
And also Michelle, Sand, Maureen and Poetic Flame,
Your poetry rocks when you post a poem and
Gain more fame,
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Hope that your new poems will be almost due!
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As well as the whole Poetry Soup pack.
There’s still more Wayne, Sydney, Dean and Frank,
Also Michael, Charles, Mark, Word and Harry,
Don’t forget to say Happy Christmas with a port or sherry
There’s, P.W Awtry, Bobby, Sandra and my dear Sunshine Smile,
Each one of your comments I keep in hard copy in my poetry file,
Not forgetting Agustin, Honestly J.T and of course Warren Doll
A blessed and wonderful cheerful Christmas I wish to you all,
And for my dear friend Besma although far and not near,
I wish you a heartfelt Happy New Year!
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I may have accidentally omitted a few names, my apologies, my Christmas
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The familiar face looked grotesque.
Indelible imprints of blood stains,
scarred the contour of his body.
His skull had crushed on the windshield..
A rampage had ripped his nerves naked...
Kinetic ardour of the car, exiled him to static rust
in a vegetative state... bereft of cognition.
But his mind still addled... in lucid ambition.
His skin could still touch rain..
His eyes could still see lightning..
His ears could still hear thunder..
His heart could still feel pain.
Glint of two black marbles looked at the window..
Is it dusk or dawn?..
Searching for cognitive crutches....
Interim thoughts grope his head.....
Is he alive or dead?
29th December,2018
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand Jan Wk 2 contest
Originally submitted to the Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
The theme of contest : "BRAIN INJURY"
One look is all it takes to spark romance
Heartstrings can feel the slightest gentle tug
An unassuming way, a playful glance
Then hearts begin to beat rhythms of love
Obsession fuels unquenchable desire
One stolen kiss will melt her in your arms
A slap of virtue sets a face on fire
Soft spoken words will quiet all alarms
But love is never easy, thus it's plight
Old fashioned customs build a brickless wall
To earn love and respect one has to fight
It seems at times love's power conquers all
Ironic how love makes us fight for peace
And quiet men will fight for love's release
September 14 2016
Inspired by the movie "The Quiet Man"
starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara
Suddenly Swans
I was at a lake, so beautiful lake and just before sunset;
There arose in the timid cooling waters a royal bird;
Genera Cygnus so lovely long neck with webbed feet;
Grace and beauty associated with love, music, and poetry-word;
Sacred to Venus, the goddess of love;
Related to Anserinae in the family Anatidae;
This bird is often pictured singing to a lyre;
As I walk on in the waters there’re …Suddenly Swans;
In the morning dawns, along the water’s edge, on the lawn;
Suddenly, suddenly dawns;
As the lakes edge suddenly, suddenly swans;
Such a vivid pretty picture;
Royal Bird Cygnini all of the geese, ducks and fawns…
Play amidst those …Suddenly Swans
In the morning dawns, along the water’s edge on the lawn;
As I walk on in the waters there’re Suddenly Swans;
Wonderful water bird, just beyond the lawn;
Floats in the lake suddenly swan;
4/12/19
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Shape of Fountain Turning River
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Fountain falling from mountain
dances on madness with zeal
hitting hard stones on fast skill
Prison of mountain broken in thrill
Pebbles rolling not to restrain
water droplets sprinkling again and again
sparkling in sunshine and rain
No stress no strain.
No agony, no pain.
Falling restless,
flowing ceaseless
spring careless.
Waterfall thrashes reaching plane.
Slender stream in passionate dream forming wide broad river
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07/07/18
Get Into Shape Contest by Maureen Mcgreavy
Shrubbery leaves and foliage, all these very gloriously and graciously green,
In my verdant jade roof top garden, reflect greenness on my laptop screen.
Verbose prolixed, scattered, strewn fill up spaces all around in my jade garden,
Soak and fill me with haunting memories of Rita, Irene, Jeanne, Jolene and Celine.
Of sweetness and tenderness envious nostalgic musings ever so green,
To my mind’s eye these imagery still emerge at will very pristine and clean.
Between fourteen and eighteen up here they broke my warm, gentle and fond heart,
Then at nineteen it was here in this greenery with Norma Jean, we abruptly fell apart.
Green the world seemed to me when I sat here all these years alone and lonely,
Scripting and crafting dense verses of earthly passions that are profound, eloquent and comely.
Glorious greens, gorgeous greens, jade greens,
All mankind reveres the vitality you create that is meant for kings and queens.
But for me the color green,
Often remind me of my recent sojourns with Maureen and Pauline.
So to now to reflect and meditate splashes of green I imagine feel and use,
my heart chakra to open and feel love , empathy and compassion and forlorn thoughts to diffuse.
Green… green…green….. I have now sensed and seen….
Will come before me for times umpteen and as a routine.
The Colors Have It Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Debbie, Doris, Patti, Eydie, Skeeter, Brenda, Lesley, Holly, Sookie, Millie, Tammy, Sandy, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patsy, Claudia, Julie, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley, Stevie, Laura, Carole, Mary, Melissa, Maureen, Patti, Agnetha, Anni-Frida, Randy C, Angela, Vesta, Deniece, Linda, Crystal, Teri, Whitney, Jane, Jacklyn, Morgan, Sondra, Sandra, Nadia, Olga, Kelly, Kim, Michelle, Debra, Geena, Ashley, Renee, Diana, Liza, Bette, Ann, Nancy, Keren W, Michael S, Chaka Khan, Isabella, Rebecca, Jeanne, Faith, Beverly, Alicia S, Alison, Leigh, Avril, Laura, Maryam, Izabella, Josie, Elena, Silvia... from East and West, I surely do.
From North and South are my classmates, friends...
and You!