I swore that was you at the show yesterday
Chatting in line, bright young smile on display
But of course, it can't be
Now you'd be old like me
Yet I'm still glad you don't just fade
No one ages in our memory
They stay the same though old they may be
It is indisputable
No one stays as beautiful
As they were once when young and carefree
by Belle Bellevue
11/12/22
Can you imagine a bond with one I have hardly seen?
But if I can call someone my bosom buddy, it is Maureen.
We contact over the phone daily as a routine.
In keeping our friendship intact, both of us are keen.
We first met accidentally at the office canteen.
Soon she went away to another place and was never seen.
She was then so very young, hardly nineteen.
Her appearance and manners were quite clean.
She was petite and lean with a pleasant mien,
Endowed with a heart with qualities umpteen.
She seldom says or does anything harsh or mean.
Sane in her decisions with a disposition serene,
In my heart’s innermost shrine, she stays ever green
Also brightens my life with dazzling sheen
She reigns in my heart as an unrivalled queen.
In my sorrow and in every need, on her, I can lean!
October.4.2022
Resubmitted for Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Single Stanza Monorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor. L MILTON HANKINS
when i was a shell
read your poem ~ but a spell
the hollow dispelled
nourished by wisdom got well
~ ton esprit libre est belle ~
# Best wishes Maureen Mcgreavy #
~ your free spirit is beautiful ~
By
David Kavanagh. Cheers
One privileges wars and knitted eyebrows
One explodes graceful candy in virtual rows
Dear Maureen
Fellow poet
If I were green
Would you know it!??
You have a gift
It’s clear to see
Your poems are swift
But, you “see” me
I’m pleased to know
I’ve caught your eye
But running low
On muse supply
I can’t begin
To comprehend
How, such a talent
Could squeeze me in
How could it be
You find the time
And gracefully
Address my rhymes
Though not your taste
Not your style
My words, won’t waste
They make you smile
Perhaps it’s small
But not to me
Your words are all
I need to see
Thank you, friend
more reen
i miss sting
ing in my
red eyes
from perhaps
too much swim
ming in your
poetry
but i did try
wearing googles
and it was worse
then google
every word had
a sales tag on
something special
but i didn't especially
like that much
i just want to
as crazy as it
might sound
touch your words
for i know that
every word
choosen
is not
darwinian
selection of
the strongest
and fittest but
how you choose
the perfect word
though awkwardly
fits
the
finish
of your
poem
Beautiful butterfly, Maureen!
Serendipitous creativity sails
on chromatic borealis seas
brevity breathes longevity.
bEaUtiFuL bUtTeRfLy, Maureen!
12/11/2019
Tribute to Maureen McGreavy
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I need a massive shot of adrenaline
In order to restart my poetry He - Art
So petty , pretty please
Go ahead stick it in me
Ink me give me your best shot
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
And pray God willing , any form of reaction
Dredge my Pen of this pesky Invisible Ink
Bring my Pen to life again
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I am in desperate need of a shot of adrenaline
As i have an Epigram to write
And anything is preferable to my Pens
current anaphylactic comatose state
Buddy can you spare a Epi-Pen
For Maureen McGreavy
Hit me with your Epi- Pen
Epigram Poetry Contest
29 November 2019
it wasn't done
with hostility
or animosity
simply please
empty your
pockets
your purse
and wallet
and take
off your
boots
and
shake them
out so if
you've
tried to
hide any
that's
where I'd
look but
you don't
have to
worry
i'm
only here
for the poetry
and the last
place i need
to ask you
to recite
any new
ones you
knew you
we're going
to write so let
me write this down
by definition
of recognition
always waiting for
her next submission
a risky mission
it's never to late
in my admission to
send in the Maureens
just composing
thoughts Berlioz
my favorite but
since my wife
is sleeping i can't
bang away an etude
on our piano
so i will
turn up
the volumn
of my finger
tips that tap
morse code
supposing
that you
caught that
as if a coon
dog barking
that i've
treed you but
won't let you
down
navel as in ships
oops add an "a" still gazing
galaxies of breasts
Get into Shape Maureen
Scary words for a Square
Or if you are a fat get like me
My head is the shape of a potato
My waistline resembles a Burger
And my bum takes the shape of a Doughnut
Because I can't keep my mouth shut
And I have Pear induced childbearing hips
And my thighs pass for ships in the night
So I can't wear anything tight
For fear of splitting the seams on my skinny jean's lol
And i have to wear a sport's Bra to flatten my bust
So I don't get asked out on many date's
And on-line dating is out of the question
Unless I fail to mention
When asked to describe my body Shape ?
Because I then would have to reply ?
Round a kind of figure of 8
Not so much a Shape
More a Pyramid with uneven side's
Or a Poached Egg attached to a head
You say Shape
I say Clay
Or children's putty
For Maureen Mcgreavy
Get into Shape poetry contest
Maureen the poet of fame
Said she liked my footle the same
She felt love intense,
For “The Little Prince”,
Hope she comes back again and again.
There are some sad things that happen,
and here is a story of love broken . . .
Maureen lived in a small quaint house,
with her dog, hens and maybe a mouse;
but she was getting old and forgetful,
and Molly her dog was also old and feeble.
Maureen's health declined and she became needful,
now, neighbors take old Molly for a walk,
the hens were sold- hope not for the cookpot;
in a care home Maureen just looks at the clock.
This tale of sadness doesn't end right there,
with old Maureen alone, no one to care;
a carer moved in there, to cook and clean:
Maureen is now the happiest I've seen!
The carer Pascale is so very kind;
she doesn't mind Maureen has lost her mind;
they go on walks in parks, the dog behind,
or tea in cafes, rides by bus or train . . .
She loves to stay inside her own domain;
an end for sure to all Maureen's old pain!
___________________________
February 11, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Maureen, Molly and Hens/
Collaboration with Jack Horne
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1015-725-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
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