When silent time stills
As fix as rend
Lilting embrace
In want
Havana's seventh sorrows
Shantee in brail
I expect
no respect
for the vet
from my pet,
I regret
as of yet
I’ve not met
Dr. Yvette.
Nice enough,
she’s tough
a bit rough
on Fluff!
I agree
that her fee
could not be
cause for glee
for Fluff or me.
Written August 26, 2022
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet,
last year’s death toll amassed far too much grief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Lost my loud and crazy best friend, Yvette,
we had just spoken. I’m still in disbelief.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet.
Aunt Queeny and Cousin John met June’s debt
with weariness and time stretched not so brief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Shakespearian Sawyer ended his verve, met
unending anguish from Issac’s unborn sleep.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet.
Five more red curtain calls left us bereft,
Mom’s Song of Farewell brought lasting relief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Casket palls placed, welcome new life, netting
God’s comfort for the kin and the deceased.
What does not kill you makes you stronger, yet,
we count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Hi guys, i have not been on here for quite some time now. Some of you still here remember my wife, Yvette who passed away on Thanksgiving Day 3 years ago.
She was an Author , a Physic and an amazing person. Her pen name was Shanity Rain. I just wanted to acknowledge her and move on finally into my own poetry.
In this Life and There after we will always be together . I miss you sweet heart.
Love Marki
A broad, Las Vegas swimming pool,
still open the late in the night,
my buddy stands across from me,
and on his broad shoulders alights
a tall and olive-skinned beauty,
not two hours ago they met,
on my shoulders a small red-head,
who goes by the name of Yvette.
We met them drinking in a bar,
but it was such a quiet scene,
then my buddy had an idea,
I usually know what that means.
But tonight caught me by surprise,
a chicken fight…what are the odds?
To my shock the girls both agreed,
in that moment my friend was a God.
So now this bikini-clad girl
is clamping toned thighs ’round my head,
we charge with a drunken bellow,
but I see we’re already dead.
My friend stands tall at six-foot-five,
and his lady-friend is tall too,
they have leverage, Yvette falls off,
takes me down to the water blue.
We all pop up and start laughing,
and to me this vixen does cling,
I know I’ll feel thighs on my head
later, when we’re all done ‘fighting.’
Viva Las Vegas.
I love the hot summer sunshine
and the colourful garden flowers
I can sunbathe on my large patio
and write poetry for many hours!
I love to pick fruit in my garden
I’ve got netting to keep off the birds
They still manage to peck my strawberries
If I see them I say some rude words!
I love to go down to the beach
and watch the small children play
They build enormous sandcastles
then cry when waves wash them away!
I love to see the cute little donkeys
which take children for a long ride
The donkeys walk on golden sand
but they go home at the high tide
I love to go to the beach for a picnic
my husband makes food for our tea
But we will sit on a bench to eat it
I don’t like my sandwiches sandy!
I love to visit the ice cream parlour
they have ice creams of every flavour
I’m tempted to try something different
but from chocolate I'll rarely waiver!
I love to watch the sun setting
I adore the warm golden glow
We’ll stroll along the promenade
until the sun fades, then it’s time to go
Summer Fun Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Yvette Negron
6/14/18
There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
back in the day there were many buried prematurely,
according to tales, once there was an earthquake and caskets;
were discovered with scratch marks on the inside of the lids.
There were even stories of people waking up during embalming,
I guess the determination of death back then was questionable.
The fear was so real for the wealthy and paranoid,
they purchased "safety caskets" so just in case they could signal;
from the inside to the outside world by ringing a bell,
or raising a flag to say, I'm alive here six feet down, please hurry!
So the legend says.
________________________
April 5, 2017
Narrative/"Buried Alive" Creepy Legend
Copyright Protected, ID 890129
Written for the contest, Urban Legends
Sponsor, Nayda Yvette Negron
I sit in myself so dark and quiet and loud
I wish I had a way through my memory's darkest cloud
I always thought that she and I would finish this ride together
Yet here I sit inside my soul inside the darkest weather
Yvette my dear sweet friend my dear sweet wife
It was you and I together in this wonderful life
Its hurts so bad I can't see where you went
Help me find you please , where are you darling
Please come back to me, I don't have another ryme
I can't see, I can't breath just a little more time
With you in my arms I miss you so much
I love you Yvette, Shanity , ill see you in my dreams.
Love your faithful husband Markie
I knew this French dame Yvette,
Who liked, very much, to pet:
She’d go rather far
Before she would bar
A guy from breaking a sweat.
ehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVyggTKDcOE
Folks, its been some time since I wrote a poem, I was gone for 15 months, you all knew and love my wife Yvette, she passed away unexpectedly a month before I returned home.
Please join me and listen to this song I posted. You may have to play it on youtube or facebook.
I will sing it , Good Bye My lover, Good Bye My friend, you have been the one for me,Good Bye My love, I am a dreamer, and when I wake, you cant break my spirit, its my dreams you take, I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile, Iv'e seen you sleep, you had our child,, my own words ... and I stiiiiiillll, miss, and I still miss, you and I need you here to tell me what to do, baby I don't know,
Please come back even for a second, baby, I will hold that second forever, until my lips touch you'rs,
I am sorry, I didn't make it home quick enough, I know you were sad,
I love you
First Puff. The second one’s for the soul
My obsession with kisses
Falls back to dropping some ashes
Stained with my red lip tint
I don’t settle for mint
They call it cancer break
I call it “smokes from a heartache”
You may see me differently with a stick
Smell me with the judgment of being a girl prick
I roll my eyes. I live for my own gig
If nicotine was on a cupcake
Diabetes would be my namesake
Red will never be my favorite color
But my Marls are red, a better appetizer
Lips don’t touch mine. That’s a sign
Lips to lips we kiss
Every day I crave, every hour I miss
I’m making a poem about my cigarette
Love it must be for Yvette
Don’t smoke if you don’t.
Don’t judge coz’ you make no point.
I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.
My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.
I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.
I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.
I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.
You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
Yvette & Grandpa Murray
From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my Grandmother Murray "
A: I’ll call him AARUSH, ray of sun;
B: And she’ll be BEA, a happy one;
C: COLCHAS is bronze from head to toes;
D: His oaktree brother, DARA, grows;
E: Alive is EFA, she’s a one;
F: And FFION is our foxglove son;
G: There’s GUY, our clever boy the guide;
H: HAKIM, he’s wise - can’t be denied;
I: She works, Our IDA, round the clock;
J: JOANNA says her God, he rocks;
K: Alert, our KACIE tops her class;
L: LATISHA, such a happy lass;
M: As MARCO thinks he’s Mars the god;
N: New baby brother NEO nods;
O: He’s OLAF, proud of kith and kin;
P: And PAULA, she is small and thin;
Q: My QUEENIE she’s a queen - beware;
R: He’s ROAN with the reddest hair;
S: While SADIE, she’s a princess; wild
T: TALULAH, she’s an awful child;
U: As URI is a boy of light;
V: VERONICA, her picture’s right;
W: And WENDY, she’s a friendly soul;
X: But XANDER, he’s a fighter though;
Y: YVETTE, she’s like a yew so tall;
Z: And ZAK, the purest boy of all;
And now I’ve named the little dears;
I must get started – volunteers?
I’m 43, single again and live in England. I don’t have any children (as far as I know, LOL).
For Cyndi’s Z is for Zaria contest