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Cecile Rischmann Poem
Do not stretch out your hand for everything you see
For evil is the eye that makes your tongue seek
A delicious, diverse platter better left untouched
To allow you peaceful slumber and a tummy unclutched.
Let not your tongue hang out for the tasty display
And have you elbowing diners out of the way
For a little bit of honey is enough to nourish the soul
Than have you sleepless and vomiting the consumed bowl.
Look at all that food, says the glutton to himself
As he serves the variety on the large dish spread
Doesn’t the glutton know that wakefulness over food
Would do him greater harm than the food consumed?
For nobody is fond of the greedy man’s eye
Nor do they long for the tongue that cries
For the platter of delicacies laid for a king
Unless he is mindful, women will take wings.
Copyright © Cecile Rischmann | Year Posted 2020
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Cecile Rischmann Poem
When I found him again after a long tiresome journey,
I was certain that Mother Mary had sent him to me.
Her Presence and his in my dream or vision.
Convinced me to make him my heart's mission.
Who does not want to find love with the man of her dreams?
Not me! I pursued like a giddy-headed teen.
But the man I loved was on a single-minded journey,
To find a bride of his own, and that bride wasn't me.
"I thought he loved me," I cried to Mother Mary.
"He does, my child, but his love is quite scary.
Do you want to live in doubt, fear and guilt?
If you do, then go ahead and destroy what you built."
Her words of wisdom got me to see,
The folly of loving someone who did not love me.
My mind began to question the reason he had appeared,
In a vision so fulfilling with peace of mind and cheer.
The echo of her answers swirled in my confused mind,
"Do what you are called to do, seek, and you will find."
It did not make sense at that time as I wanted him to be mine
But I was ready to accept that perhaps he was not my kind.
So as each day passes by, I lift him in Prayer,
And forgive the pain he caused me in the relationship we shared.
There are days when I'm saddened, as I miss my long-lost love,
But a tiny hope still lingers, for I lifted him to a Power above.
Copyright © Cecile Rischmann | Year Posted 2021
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Cecile Rischmann Poem
I remember this day as if it were yesterday
Red lips, Red dress, White smile painted across your beautiful face
Your dark eyes spoke kindness laughter and joy
A heady combination for the devil to destroy
You took life in a stride
Leaving sadness, tears and disappointments aside
Your voice resonated with happy recounts
Even in your last breath, sickness couldn’t taunt
Oh yes, it tried but failed
You were too positive to let it assail
You laughed when we cried
You lived while we died
Beautiful Marie
Goodbye
Copyright © Cecile Rischmann | Year Posted 2020
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Cecile Rischmann Poem
The lazy man says a lion waits at the door
Snoring on his bed covered from head to toe
His family hangs on hope, and to God, they pray
For lightning to strike him out of bed and slay
His fears of lions and bears and all that stops
His poor soul from labouring and pruning crops
But his worries take wings when he walks out of the door
To the nearest bar where his imaginary foes
Do not visit him as he sips wine and cracks nuts
Nor troubles him as he brawls and returns home all cut
Falling into his bed and covered from head to toe
The lazy man says a lion waits at the door
Copyright © Cecile Rischmann | Year Posted 2020
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