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Best Poems Written by M. Renee Taylor

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Fiona Bonnie Heather Nairne

Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
 
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
 
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
 
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
 
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!

MRT/4-27-10

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Halloween Night Walkies

When out this night amidst howling winds, foggy dew and dark,
Cautious since creatures above and ahead make us wary,
We'll slip through soggy autumn hued leaves to the park,
Past houses with orange lights, ghostly draped strands and witch's cauldrons scary.

Mindful of skunk, groundhog, coyote and bear recently observed,
Near our yard, usually safe and serene, not haunted!
We’ll trod with care lest we're spooked by any critter disturbed,
Determined to finish our tour undaunted.

Ole blind Shiloh will smell and hear them, wisely holding primitive urges in check,
Vigilant young Aengus will scan for movement that sets his blood rising.
But tis Shiloh that fiercely our pack would protect,
If confronted by dangers surprising.

May your wandering this Halloween night go well,
With no blood curdling sights or screams,
Nor creepy visions of afterlife to quell,
While awake or in your dreams!

mrt/10-31-19

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Tranquil Together On the Trail

Alone, my two dogs and I step lightly,
Over snow covered stones and ice.
Crisp, pine scented air chills our lungs slightly,
As we eagerly seize a rare trice.
 
With one spirit these times we embrace,
Along a shallow frozen stream.
Silken flakes slowly drift down my face, 
Coating our eyelashes and their whiskers the same!
 
We pass quietly in this still, white world,
When a cautious thought occurs.
Will trail's end appear, ere Nature blurs
Wonderland vistas and sets winds awhirl?
 
Gazing back, our passage etched as Winter can,
Tracks of paws and feet from where we began, 
Show side by side, our Fate we meet.
Our frosty breaths rise, disperse, losing heat.
 
My thirsty dogs chomp frozen clumps that melt,
As they flop into snow angels, so heartfelt!
Then up, gleefully chasing stick and ice ball 
Which hide or crumble, unfound all.
 
Leading on, their outlines a vague scheme,
Dusted with snow, until clues show,
With eyes that gleam, breaths of steam
And sudden turns where they pose.
 
Safely home without further bluster,
These cherished memories will stir,
When on rougher trails in later winter,
Forging forth I can’t muster.
 
M. Renee Taylor
1-14-15

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Rose Rhapsody

My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year.
For soaking rain and warm days abound,
Though with too little sun I fear.
Still, they give me many blooms that astound.

Their gentle glow lightens any despair, 
On return from the chaos filled outer world. 
Sweet, spicy, fruity and musky rose scents fill the air.
As I gaze upon their colors  - solid, picoteed or swirled.

Passing among them, snipping spent blooms in morning light,
Butter yellow, flashy pink, raspberry red and blushing off white,
Pale peach, bright orange and deep purple are a cheering sight.
Their varied forms - ovoid, pointed or urn shaped, all delight.

Be its shape classic rose, doubled daisy, peony or begonia,
In my enchanted garden, neighborly diversity is prized.
Proud hybrid teas, generous grandiflora, and free spirited floribunda,
Yearning climbers, and compact, smug minis are organized.

But after the thrill of their abundant first flush,
How do I keep my many roses from succumbing,
As pelting rains just opened posies bend and crush?
Yet, despite heat, humidity and bugs, more are forthcoming!

My thorny ones with their crusty hard canes, have a lesson to heed,
Under their fabled beauty that brings me such joy and peace.
More dutiful a rosarian, I prune and feed, spray and weed.
In our symbiosis, our stamina increases and life’s perils we appease.

For be it humans, pets or roses, the secret, if your life they enhance,
Is take them as they are, tend their needs and the common cause advance.

M. Renee Taylor
7/2/13

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A Christmas Wish

May cherished memories fill your dreams,
As candles and firelight gleam.
With holiday spirit and laughter, 
That lingers long after.

Wishing you happiness, joy and cheer,
With those near and dear.
Days warmer and bright,
And nights enhanced by holiday lights.

The joy of giving happiness may each of us find,
For that’s the reward of being kind.
In this our gifts and fun do their part,
As treasured rituals warm our hearts. 

M. Renee Taylor
12/22/16

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Holiday Season Paean

My door is decked with holly and pine,
The larder’s stocked with fancy food and wine.
Tiny lights twinkle on bannister and tree,
Dozens of cookies to bake, if there’s time free.

Knitting needles flash for each gift,
Presents need wrapping, but my spirits lift,
As I look forward to visitors sharing
This season of love and caring.

Corny old movies to see,
Golden retriever cards sent to me.
Dog cookies and jerky too I’ll bake,
For my goldies to greedily take.

Singing with joy old carols,
Especially if peace they herald.
Holiday parties at friends’ homes,
Catching up with others an excuse to roam.

But after the hubbub a chance to relax,
Wine and pellet stove a soothing anticlimax.
A good book awaits on summer paddling fun,
‘Twill transport me to the season of sun.

So here’s wishing you such happy fun,
Once the bustling about is done.
May love and joy fill your holiday season,
Fond memories made for any reason.

MRT 12-21-15

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Front Fence Forward

Crocuses are gone, 
Daffodils are still holding on.

Tulips begin their parade,
Grape hyacinth still poke out above leafy blade.

Fall I’ll replant bulbs thinned out by rodents,
It’s my yearly battle with loyal garden opponents.

Pansies shining beneath greenery need trimming,
Make room for petunias, keep the front fence brimming.

All a precursor, just marking time,
As rose leaf shoots behind them climb. 

These queens of my garden through September have their season,
First flush is best but I’m impressed with all beyond reason.

Petunias will then vie for my attention,
Dense blanket cascading to sidewalk with abandon.

Asters at my roses’ feet,
Will thicken and rise, competing in the heat.

The trick with gardens is to make greedy plants share,
Space, sun, water, food and air.

Plants are easier than people in that regard,
Just pull them up by their roots and plant in the back yard!

MRT/5-3-19

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Sad Shiloh

Sad Shiloh trots nervously across the frozen ground, 
Hesitantly, then decidedly, sidling up to a new lady.
At long last has he a loving mistress found?
Will she rescue him from this place, so penned in and shady?

This golden canine, with body thin and coat lackluster,
Places his heart in her hand,
Hoping she’ll see the unrequited love he offers
As his glowing eyes implore her to understand.

She cannot turn away,
And her golden girl needs a brother,
So she promises with her he’ll stay,
That she’ll bless him with the love of a true mother.

Slowly, Shiloh sheds his sadness and learns to play,
His coat, now shiny, grows over healing sores.
He flourishes in mind and body each day.
Shiloh’s eager to please, but there is something more.

The lady realizes Shiloh cannot clearly see,
That’s why he bumps into things and misses in fetch games.
Her tender heart vows to accept what will be,
For Shiloh’s love has rescued her and her golden girl, the same.

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Casper, Ruler of the Cage

Today while I was from home astray,
To the other side he passed away.
A month or more his pain he’d hid,
Quietly and gently awaiting what God bid.

Casper the Friendly Ghost I dubbed him.
A budgie rare with violet washed white trim.
This wee small birdie taught me
Patient endurance before from life he was set free.

I tried all my loving words and birdie cures,
And plied him with any and all treats for sure.
For a while he seemed to improve,
But I accepted his fate when he could hardly move.

Mighty in his day, he ruled the cage.
Now he’s flying on the other side with Sky, my two wild sages!
When I pass, the human spirits will have a delay great,
While all my animals greet me after so long a wait!

M. Renee Taylor
2-7-12

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Spring Has Sprung

Last night a noreaster passed us by,
So my yellow crocus hopeful though til now shy,
Spread open wide this morn,
Cheering a flower bed otherwise forlorn.

Eager roses bud canes low to ground,
Dared sprout buds above their mulched mounds.
At their feet, sedum cluster new corms
Ignoring dry stems above and threats of more storms.

As nature does tentatively rebound,
My spirits lift from winter doldrums profound.
Now if only my new puppy would not cheerfully shred
My indoor plants that sustain my homestead!

MRT
3-22-18