James Montgomery Doohan
was for the engineer part a shoo in
he was given a rank greater than ensign
and was always yelling I got nae power in me warp engines
a rare moment spent with an octopus ~ is a cherished life's memoir.
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
in my thoughts today
mister of montgomery-
a pure-bred collie
with our three young kids
he seemed like a fourth with fur-
just one of the gang
he played beside them
retrieved twigs and rubber balls-
wrestled on the lawn
at each school day's end
on time, top of the driveway-
met them at the bus
he protected us;
strangers beware, yet always-
our gentle giant
one sad day he laid
outside the back shed, lifeless-
our hearts were broken
at this favored place
where he loved to rest, we shared-
forever goodbyes
September 2, 2022
Contest: Writing Challenge: In My Heart- S Forms - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Lost To Heaven - Mister Dog
Once lived a Montgomery La Verve
He met his end on a winding curve
He was driving too fast,
With his hand in his lap
The rumor was that he was a perv.
Written March 17, 2022
[His epitaph simply reads:
Montgomery La Verve (1950-1995)]
When Defendant Montgomery Lee
Delivered his opening Plea
He showed such charm and grace
That the court dropped the case
As the Jurors cried “Let him go free”
Montgomery
Leave her here upon the hillside amongst the trees
And the markers and flowers where the dove did flee
The peaceful river flows by and the dogwood blooms
Where breathlessly she sleeps in the midst of my gloom
My tears only disturb the sweet scene of her rest
The leafs are at their richest, the sky at its best
The earth at its sweetest, its leaves of gold and red
Are falling ever so softly all around her bed
Let me go home and leave her in her estate
Without a tear; and not looking back at the gate
Oh let me go back home where she will be no more
Step up on the porch and slowly open the door
There’ll be no sound of her voice; no smile from her face
But her song will go on and flowers in her place,
Will beautifully smile and so gently ease my pain
She is with me still; even through the pouring rain
And though tears come again, from my eyes they bloom
And my heart grieves in silence in my darkened room
It is all in heaven’s plan till He comes again
To me it’s darkness; it’s morning to her and Him
Elizabeth Montgomery-Bewitched
Bewitched
Got hitched
Written: 7/7/15
Theresa Marie
Judy Konos Footle contest
Repetition is the father of learning,
an endless corridor of
narrow stairs;
anger blossoms self-discovery.
Tickling ivories and black keys,
tickles the soul into musical
paramount--
retrograded toward amnesia,
feels no more;
striking chords on a harp
in an angelic paradise.