there is a young lass named Tracey
who always wears a solemn face
whenever asked why
she always replies
to keep the lusty lads from first base
Categories:
tracey, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Would you compare me to a summer’s day?
No chance, you look more like a wet week-end
But we’ve been married 30 years, this May
And all that time, you drove me round the bend
We’ve had three kids, of whom we’re more than proud
I’ll give you that, they’ve all turned out not bad
And you are never shy to say aloud
I know - that you’re the best I’ve ever had
But we both know I was your first and last
And I knew that you’d loved and lost before
But now our love has settled, strong and fast
I guess that’s true, I’m sorry I’m a bore
You’re my bore, Wayne – and we’ll both be OK
As long as we survive Valentine’s Day!
Categories:
tracey, love,
Form: Sonnet
Missing you has never been easy.
Its gets harder every year that comes.
My heart was ripped in two
I wish you were here.
But life was oh so cruel.
Now I cry in silence
Remembering that goodbye.
You walked away laughing,
I yelled that you had to come back.
You promised you would.
You said you wanted to see your nephew
You promised you would be there.
But that was our last goodbye.
If I had known,
That was it.
I would have never let you go.
Now I sit here wondering what to do
Wishing to hear your voice
To see your face
or to just say goodbye
You went to fast
You went so young
No one saw it coming
I wanted to thank you
or to say I love you
or give you last one hug
But that can't happen
At least not yet
So until then I will hold on tight
I will never forget all of our memories
You are my aunt my best friend
To the depth of this universe.
I will always love you
I will never forget,
until we met again
Rest In Paradise
Enjoy the view
I will see you soon.
Categories:
tracey, bereavement, death, goodbye, grief,
Form: Free verse
Tracey.
Since the first time I saw you,
I wanted to hold your hand.
I wanted you to let me, become your man.
I wanted to tell you, you’re so beautiful,
But I was so scared of messing up
And losing you like a fool.
Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you, Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
I think I’m truly falling for you Tracey.
So come pretty lady, let’s go travel the stars.
Come dance with me and I surely won’t,
Miss a single step and tread on your foot,
Kiss my lips and my heart could become ours.
Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
Because you’re so cool.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
tracey, beautiful, cool, dance, love,
Form: Bio
An apology to Tracey Emin for "Not Feeling Tracey's Badger"
Tracey and the Boar
I woke this morn regretting it
Saying Tracey’s Owl is s**t!
With one mean and sarky jerk
I cast aspersions on her work
The opinion that I hold of Tracey:
Brave and bold and rather racy
I’m just jealous of her balls
And that she has her stuff on walls
The girl’s been doing it for years
Painting truth through joy and tears
An artist’s path is long and rough
What right have I to knock her stuff?
The animals were pretty cute
(I swear I heard the Owl hoot)
Hands up, Tracey, I repent
For you are truly Eminent
If I were Tracey I would draw
This sorry poet as a Boar
by Gail
Categories:
tracey, animal, art, betrayal, england,
Form: Light Verse
Her name is Tracey she is my friend if I had to start over I'd choose her again we never fight we only express love there is no one sweeter than my dove we laugh at each other we dance all night and never miss a beat in the pale moonlight no one had ever loved me like this and our fate is sealed within a warm loving kiss
Categories:
tracey, beautiful,
Form: ABC
The old building creeps out
your steps to me,
as I follow,
through winding halls of
open doors
and scattered rooms,
holding memories
of other
needy hearts.
I hear your breath,
as the breeze winds through
the cracks in the windows,
injuries of another time,
as we make our own memories,
scattering through
the empty space,
chasing each other,
in vain.
Categories:
tracey, life
Form: Free verse
T is for taking the time to be with me.
R is for giving respect when it is due see!
A is for asking questions when things need to be known,
C is for caution to those who pretend to be grown!
E is for expecting the unexpected, and
Y is for you to not to be neglected!!
Categories:
tracey, husband
Form: Acrostic
THIS MOTHER'S LOVE IS LIKE A FIST OF GOLD
TO OTHERS, HARD TO GET AND SO HARD TO KNOW, BUT NOT FOR
HER OFFSPRINGS. HER LOVE IS LIKE THE RADIANT RED ROSE, THAT'S SO SOFT TO THE TO
TOUCH, BUT TO HER OFFSPRINGS HER THORNS PROTECT, BUT HURTS THE SPOILER.
SOME LOVE WILL MAKE YOU CRY LIKE A WEEPING WILLOW.
SOME LOVE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN REACH THE SKY, ITS WHAT SHE TEACHES
HER OFFSPRING WITH SPLENDOR AND JOY. THIS MOTHER'S LOVE IS THE REASON WHY WE
NEED TO BE. YES LOVE IS EAGER TO STAY, BUT LOVE WWON'T LET YOU WASTE HER
AWAY. THIS MOTHER'S LOVE WILL MOVE ROCKS AND MOUNTAIN TOPS. THIS LOVE WILL
PART THE SEAS, OPEN THEW EARTH, TO ALLOW HER OFFSPRINGS TO KNOW THEIR WORTH.
HOWEVER, THIS MOTHER'S LOVE WILL NOT LET YOU PLAY GAMES WITH HER
WAY.
SUCH IS OF THIS MOTHER'S LOVE AND ALL MOTHER'S OF THIS UPCOMING
AND MAJESTIC DAY. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TRACEY AND ALL MOTHERS.
Categories:
tracey, dedicationmothers day, love,
Form: Romanticism
Tracey is a poet
Raging in her car
Accelerating quickly
Cursing those on the road
Exceptional driving
Yawning now she is tired.
Categories:
tracey,
Form: Name
Tracey
Daughter, sister, friend, and poet
Sister of Molly and Wesley
Lover of Jonathan, Mom, and siblings
Who feels sorrow, love, and anger
Who fears death, failure, and heights
Who would like to see Molly and Wesley succeed, Europe, and Niagra Falls
Resident of Bedford, Texas
Kraft
Categories:
tracey, adventure
Form: Bio