Her Name Was Renee
Her name was Renee Penee
She was a sweet old cat
Friendly and vocal
Even though our meal schedules differed
We did nearly everything together
But mostly without feathers-
We even conversed
She gave me some advice
Before she passed away
I just need time to figure it out
Preferably without any pouts
Yes, her name was Renee
Not Fay or Kay nor even Rey
But it was better than her original name
NOT MAD SAID RENEE
THEN SHE TRIED TO DRIVE AWAY
HER SOUL WE DO PRAY
Renee Nicole Good,
poet, writer, mother of three.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
Stuffed animals in her glove compartment,
the family dog in the backseat.
Renee Nicole Good,
Loving, forgiving, and affectionate.
She had a whistle strung around her neck,
They came for her with guns.
Roving gangs of masked Gestapo.
Renee Nicole Good,
A domestic terrorist.
They shot her three times in the face.
She had it coming to her!
This spring of compassion and kindness.
Renee Nicole Good,
exuding Christmas everywhere,
pure love, pure joy, a star-studded night.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
They murdered her with impunity.
Renee Nicole Good.
Somewhere, she probably sees them and forgives.
And yet, they failed to kill her.
They cannot extinguish her.
Her vital principle still grows and spreads.
Her quintessence will not die.
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Snowballs met with red iron bullets
Someone
Has lost their compass
On the neighborhood streets of Minneapolis
The direction
Of wet splat on an officer’s back
To the metal response from a pistol splitting a windshield
Then a brain’s mesh
No one really knows
How the Albatross finds her way
Three times around the globe
Gliding on winds from one Pole to the other
What pulls her what pushes her
What power gets in her head
Ruffles her feathers and tickles her wings
Points her in one direction rather than another
It is to wonder
From the ice cold shale tumbled by glaciers
How she bares but one child every few years
While she shields with her feet and belly
A nest
From carbon bombardment
She can only fight with snowballs
Ducked under
By the President’s soldiers
Weighed down
With the oil and Crypto of Teflon vests cannisters badges radios
All our heads
The entire world
Spinning spinning out of control.
The ends Noem says justify
The means and my ICE crew’s bold lie!
Kristi murders dogs
But adores masked hogs—
The Gestapo who had Good die
'Cogito, ergo sum,' René wrote
I doubt the following is what he had in mind
(I think, therefore I am) take note...
if you think you're thirsty
in need of a drink
and find yourself in a bar
then you probably are
or if you think you're dirty
need a bath really stink
and no one's around you
then perhaps you truly do
and if you think you're crazy
in need of a shrink
no ands ifs or buts
you definitely are quite nuts
POEM TO RENEE, MASTER HEALER
Perfectly proportioned Greek goddess
except her philosophies were
somewhat eastern
or eternal
Gold locks alight
magical medicine woman
aflame with Sakara heat
feeds us walnuts
wrapped in dates
Blond lashes thick as a
witches broom
crown holding
vine veins entwined
Serpent spirited
she blows crimson notes
into our stretched out
poignant palms
Dissolve untenable
unfathomable fears !
dissipate sorrows of souls…
silver wing tips of nightingales
come, come, pierce skin
fly far with Masters and
angels into Olympus
of open oracles
Remember Power, balance
peace, ChristLight
Mother Mary, ease
Michael and Chamuel
clapped clanging away
sores sliced ignorance
opened organs
spun wheels
Too urgent, so urgent
forgetting Love is
patient
I did not know
her time was
very near
I am mourning
My Beloved Master
©ghairodanielspoetry&song2000
Light, Bright,
Your Sight, .... I Say!
Starlight Branches Brighten Up, Might's Wake!
Just Soon In Praise, Renee, .... With All The Words That We Say!
This Song's A Lead To Finish, ..... Brown, Has, ... Made!
shall i love a maiden fair
whose favor i'll not see
or will she grant within her heart
a special place for me
i take no lead in this affair
but follow her desires
quiet patience tames my beating heart
engulfed in passioned fire
love, reciprocated love
it cries from deep inside
not guaranteed for one like me
brings tears i cannot hide
she is worth the chance i take
i feel she is the one
with arms outstretched my offered heart
for her to take and own
she and time shall both decide
the future of our lives
be separate or two as one
bears fear and hope to thrive
must this love be muted as
a silent castaway
until the time when she'll confess
her love for me one day
i can only hope and dream
until that day is come
i pray the Lord to give me strength
when all is said and done
Who would have thought?
This early morning would unearth raw gem
I would see history, mystery, and strength
An Ebony statuette so adorned,
The Queen of Sheba would seem nude,
But you were captured in simplicity,
Conservative for sure.
Who would have thought?
My adventure would stretch, and
Swell beyond the beach, beyond the hills -
You showed my curious hurting self, flowers, not arrows.
Who would have thought?
I'd have you accompanying me
My mind in revere, looking
Stretched beyond darkness I'd once seen
The weight of earthy raw gems, as
Lovely as eager hands of worth.
*
Amid burgeoning buds on many rose bushes,
Bridal Pink floribunda just filled early season blooming wishes.
On wide low bush, tiny shell pink buds spiral open,
A blanket of blooms soon rewarding my devotion.
Edges pale and centers darken as they age,
Compelling view at any stage.
Three inch blooms of thirty petals blushing,
This 1967 rose resurges, all season flushing.
With a fragrance sweet, spicy and light,
Truly an early season delight.
Pale pink bearded iris vie for attention too
A living room window spray in full view.
Protected by overhang from weather strain,
They’ll soon pass while sturdy roses reign.
M. Renee Taylor
5-24-18
Each night when I go to bed
I think of all the words I've said
And ponder on the things I've done
How your love I had once won
Many tears I've made you shed
Too many sleepless nights in your bed
When all along I owned the key
To keep your love for only me
Now its me that sheds the tears
My life now full of empty fears
You say uncertainty prevailing
Caught up in all my mistakes and failings
My love for you has never faded
Lack of commitment, your feelings jaded
Baby steps, I moved too slow
I did that because I love you so
I wanted for us the best of life,
Messy details, cleaned before you became my wife
Now lost you are, trying to find you way
My mind consumed, what to do, what to say
Now is the time to use our voice
Together or separated, its your choice
I am beside you, can you see
You are the only one for me
The love we shared, captured all my desires
Burned hotter than the devils fires
So my Angel we both must try
To grow our love, not let it die.
Erika Renee, my little child,
you are growing too fast,
seems like yesterday I held
you in my arms, as I rocked
you to sleep.
I remember when you called
me papa in such a cute little way
and the enchanting smile you
gave me and still do.
I remember cute little things
you used to say, like when
I would say, let's go get
some fast food to eat,
you said, why not some
slow food.
I remember when you pretend
to be a doctor, then you
would say, oh, oh, I see some
cat hair.
I remember the day
you were born and
the first time I held you,
how proud I was to
be your grandfather.
Yes Erika Renee,
you are growing up
way too fast, one
thing is certain, I'm
still proud of you.
Loving you more
each day my
little sweet granddaughter,
please don't ever
change.
wrote 2-19-10
for my granddaughter
Erika Renee Foulk
Born March 31, 1999
and will turn 11
on March 31, 2010
With a smile
that stabs at your heart
this elegant starling
floats on the breeze,
flitting here and there
warming the souls
of those
that she graces
with her presence.
Watching her
chew on her lip
pulls at my soul
to know
what's on her mind,
but I'll sit back
and enjoy
this angelic sight
while I gnaw on my pen.
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