Then when it's time to go to sleep
Lay your head upon my chest
And listen to my breathing, deep
And strong, excluding all the rest
It's only you my heart beats for
My bluebird, you're who I adore
I love you to the nth degree
And hope that soon you'll be with me
She captures your heart with loyalty.
Holds power of living life joyfully.
She’ll be herself with vulnerability.
While fools choose imposters they can not see.
Her bionic ear will bring on smiles
Hearing ice cream trucks from a hundred miles.
Befriends outcasts lacking social style.
Her X-ray vision sees what’s really worthwhile.
She stirs emotion from a heart of stone.
Her presence will loosen your funny bone.
She is a treasure in life to have known.
Call her friend and you’ll never be alone.
Skills and marvel talents are a plenty.
Flys above the cookie cutter many.
A living hero for Maeve and Maddie.
She’s wonder woman of twenty twenty.
J-oyful
H-ands
E-xercise
R-etains
Y-our
L-ungs
L-etting
M-outh
A-nd
E-yes
V-aliantly
E-vade
M-icroorganism
O-nce
R-emarkable
A-lcohol
L-ogically
E-mploys
S-anitation
Topic: Birthday of Jheryll Maeve G. Morales (April 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
H-appy
E-xpression
R-elieves
Y-our
L-ife's
L-onely
M-oment
A-s
E-njoyable
V-erse
E-rases
M-emory
O-f
R-ugged
A-tmosphere
L-ike
E-astern
S-torm
Topic: Birthday of Jheryll Maeve G. Morales (April 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
H-ave
E-nthusiasm
R-egarding
Y-our
L-ife's
L-oad
Topic: Birthday of Jheryll Maeve G. Morales (April 6)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Cheers to my mother I’ll share a tale,
After a swig of lime-soaked gin,
To which I’ll use the drink to avail,
Words worthy of an eyesight’s spin:
There lives a queen with hair so red,
Whose crown was her very cerise hair,
Which pours from her head as if it bled,
A tindered incandescent flare.
Her eyes are curuscating refined malachite,
That see through all that glows,
For they're sharper than unrefined aragonite,
And show there's little they do not know.
For she can see through all times and spaces,
With her mystical clairvoyant senses,
And befriend the hidden elemental races,
That dance between temporal tenses.
Her beauty is bound in her face and affection,
She loves with adamant ardor all that live,
Who for she feels a psychic connection:
A sovereign protection from the love she gives.
I know her as Queen Maeve the Red,
And 'tis better that it's said,
That this divine lady who's oh so calm,
Is my marvelous and magical mom.
Forgive me mother, for like father I have awoken,
To a rocks glass full of Bombay sapphire,
A drink inside my mouth before a word from it has spoken,
Disregard my drunken adage as it’s nothing but satire.
For Maeve… Bloom!
Bloom!
More perfect than an Angel, so you captivate the room.
Light!
Your smile a thousand fireworks to see me through each night..
Sun!
You know the power to burn is there but the danger is such fun!
Moon!
So cool and soft as moonbeams, your lips I hope to capture - soon!
Stars!
The instant I first saw you I just knew how good we are...
Dawn!
As you wake each day all sleepy, keep me there & keep us warm!
Leaf!
Every day a new adventure, with some new love lines - good grief!
Bloom!
More perfect than forever - let forever start please, soon!!!
Mxx
For Maeve... ‘Moth’ !
I am but a moth,
Beguiled by the light:
Your radiance a beacon
for attention: Now, I might
be speaking out of turn;
These words may sound undue.
But I thank you for the Brilliance
that shines from inside You!
So, I am but a moth
(No butterfly panache)
who just wants to fly so close
for his wings and yours to clash.
Though I’d never fly away
for your light is what I seek,
and the thought of seeing you
gives true purpose for my week.
If I was but a moth –
I’d flit from place to place,
charmed often by the light
shining from a pretty face..
But I’d rather be a Bee
with a sense of purpose true,
whose favourite flower each day
is the heart I come home to..
Martin x
There is a castle standing still.
Where blood was shed
to protect our free will.
When foreign foes
dared trespass,
we kicked their ass.
There is castle standing still.
Where wine flowed free
and pigs were killed.
To celebrate our victory.
Music and dance all night long.
Loud bursts of song.
There is a castle standing still.
Named Dun na nGall.
Where Maeve was thrilled
to wed the high chief Fegal.
Ulster and Connacht
united as one.
Slan agus beannacht.
There is a castle standing still.
Not derelict or overgrown.
Where visitors can mill.
See steps worn down
by passing feet.
Soldiers on the beat.
Forever now asleep.
I ponder on what I would like to indulge
Had I but enough time and money
And the only thing good I judge
Is a room filled with books and sunny
A space of my own to escape at will
A sanctuary wherein no other can chill
A chamber of glass, with the view of clear sky
A place so large with shelves up high
Rows of books lined up by a roomer
Of genres consisting of romance and humour
A collection vast to read and ponder
of Jude, Judith or Maeve in order
With soft music flowing to soothe my mind
And shades I can lower as I wind
If only I had enough time and money
How I would relish this dream euphony
© Nadiya (06 Feb '15)
*Won 1st place in the contest 'Indulgence' by Shadow Hamilton on 11 Feb 2015
Five Parrots and a Cat
Prior to bed
Maeve covers no cage
She binds the beak
of four of the five
that cruise all day
all lemon and lime
from drape to drape
while on the divan
Maeve weaves, Maeve sings
The fifth she thongs
to a porch rail
to screech
until morning
A week from now
Maeve will drown
the last Siamese
when unlike her brothers,
the cat won’t stop pacing
Donal Mahoney
sentenced to hell at the age of birth
and living within the living well
the urn of fortune casts the wheel
and stones test me hub pin
the frozen frustration, the liquid fire
ignites the lift, into the light, and sets
the gong of fortunes keening,
at a wicked glance.
eyes, i senses your grapid beauty
the column ant that endless be
the insisted insistance that closed the gap
and widened the meaning of buttress
thought i saw, a space of grace
in you
thought that lonely plane of war
was you
thought the gott-ya, before the
answer, got the better of ri
and the frozen, bones, of hallowed, grave
soulfulled inside the rivers maeve,
and gladness, tried a few steps, upon
the thin ice.