"She was small and flaxen,
lips curved in a bow,
cover never blown.
Here lies Melissa,
lost on a map,
origins unknown.”
One Year of You, Melissa
One year ago, the stars began,
And heaven said, "She is mine."
A small spark, a breath so new,
The world was brighter all for you.
Your giggles flower like morning sun,
Your eyes, two stars that brightly shine.
Each step you take, each sound you make,
Turns average days awake.
You've taught us love in its pure form,
In warm fingers and sleepy sighs.
One smile, a coo so soft,
The world seems new with you.
We have witnessed you grow, in wonder, in awe,
Each step taken in love and law.
From lullabies to weeping whines,
You've filled our hearts, you've filled our skies.
Here's to you, our birthday star,
Our miracle, just as you are.
May grace and happiness be with you,
With oceans broad dreams to chase.
A single candle today, but, oh, the flame
It shines hope, it whispers your name.
Happy birthday, little dove,
You are our world, our limitless love.
The sky fades to black.
You lie on your back.
It’s time for your dreams to take flight.
You gaze at the stars
Through those hard iron bars
And you’re missing Melissa tonight.
You won’t get no thanks
For robbing those banks.
Your chance of redemption is slight.
You’ll pay for your crime
One slow day at a time,
And be missing Melissa each night.
You lived by the gun.
What’s done has been done.
Don’t know if it’s wrong or it’s right,
But one thing I’m sure,
You’ll be pacing the floor
While you’re missing Melissa tonight.
finding myself
a discovery unto
itself thinking
simplistically
yet knowing
lately not
being
able
to sleep finding
my mind is unto
itself on another
shelf in some
other sort
of library
to be
read
i need not page
through herbal
lore but simply
go from my
front door
taking me
to my
back
yard where bullfrogs
eat unwary fairies
grows a sleepy
herb a plenty
and if any
weren't
so ap
ropos
i'd sip from the lips
both above and
below witness
to this that
her chalice
is my grail
foretold
in tale
that the drink not
be monthly but
everyday i can
consumpt
concept
ually
her
to
me
her name
is the poem
say no
more
she's greek
to me
A lil poem for Melissa..
I can tell ya I sure do miss ya!!
The sounds of your childhood laughter...
Alwayz stayz with me 4 alwayz n ever atfer.
I'll never 4get all the happy times we had...
When I think about what I missed, it makes me sad...
Then I think about all the happy times yet 2b had..
N It makes me feel warm inside n glad...
That the best of times are ahead so don't be sad...
Please never 4get that your dad loves you...
N wood do anything 2cu smile ×2!!
I can tell you have a heart of pure gold..
Don't ever let it cloud over or grow cold..
You'll never really know how proud u make me..
You make me wanna screem it out loud..
How my Daughter Melissa makes me so very proud!
My love 4u will never end or lesson
4 me your always be a blessing.,!!
A fair wind blows
into my soul
—its breath to steal my heart
In verses only
you can sing
—of love to never part
(Your Father, May 2nd, 2016)
Your voice called out early
when I needed it most
And you turned me around
providing great hope
I was lost till you found me
from the heavens beyond
And the love that you sent
in my heart would grow strong
I knew it was you
calling out to me clear
In the depths of my wandering
your voice was so dear
You opened your heart
and my spirit was yours
A life we now share
with each day evermore
As the years have progressed
our memories have grown
Through marriage and distance
and grandchildren sewn
You rescued my spirit
when I needed you most
From my depths of refusal
you vanquished the ghost
I’ll never be able
to thank you enough
For the light that you brought me
your angelic touch
And I still need you now
more than ever before
To love me and guide me
to save me once more
From the future you called
in those darkest of times
My heart yours to reign
—cherished daughter of mine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May 2, 2018)
On the Rockies,
on the Kilimanjaro,
on the Himalayas,
and even on the
Everest.
Sojourn wherever
you please,
my desperation
will surely
find you.
Melissa The Vampire
Melissa is a vampire
They say she is a disgrace.
She never brushes her hair
Or puts make up on her face.
But Melissa has a problem;
A handicap you will agree.
When she looks in a mirror,
Her reflection she cannot see.
Barry Stebbings
24/10/16
You are the blank canvass
On which I would ever paint,
The art that no ill will surpass
Neither could hatred make faint.
Each time before me you pose
Like a replica of the Mona Lisa,
My ink is aroused to compose
Beautiful arts to you, my Melissa.
Oh, I wonder what I would do
If I was gifted like Michelangelo...
Perhaps all I'll always paint is you
If I ever become like Picasso!
Yet I need not to be that excellent
To paint you my love, every moment.
deep look to her pic
shows the art of da Vinci
Melissa Lundeen
The epic behind the satellite epic that was and remains...the career of lewis Findlay.....
He who calls his brother races is endangered of council
Thank you twiggy for all those dedications of carly simon
And you're re so vain
Vanity of vanities
My darling Sheba
You were my joy and pleasure my sorry shame.
We brought the midnight sun to rise
Across the eb,ny starlite skies
Again like us more shall not come
Barbara srreisand , Kris kristofferson
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Every moment of my sanity is you
Loving you is more than a fantasy
Incomparable among the rest
Some might tell me you're beyond reach
Some says stop dreaming
All I can say to them, I won't and I will keep it that way
Melissa Lont
1825 - 1911
How does one as low and humble as I
Sum up my life of 86 years
In a mere poem as brief and short-lived
As life itself?
And what is the secret to my long life?
What do I know that you, my friend,
Would like to know
About success and survival?
About good health and good luck?
My answer is this:
Do not complain and do not explain! Never!
And as for being married all those years to Doctor Lont?
Well, truth be known, like Hera,
I knew of my husband’s infidelities.
But I also knew to look the other way
And pretend to not see or know!
I admired Ida Kincaid for her sacrifices to maternity.
But I loathed Ida Kincaid for her matrimonial mendacity.
At her funeral in June of 1903
I aloofly stood across the way
There on dusty Broadway Street
Under the bulbous blue jacarandas
Screaming hallelujahs!
As Mr. White lowered her cream-colored coffin into the Netherworld!
And when Doctor Lont, my husband of 41 years, died of the consumption,
I did not cry nary a tear!
Why should I have?
Now I too am resting within this hard ground next to him.
Next to the man, my man in perpetual suspenders from Springfield,
My man who never ceased being a boy.
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