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Nov 2019 Lily Mae

Rai

I don’t know this place anymore
The faces aren’t here
The souls don’t linger just a moment
Conversations are void from the blank frameless canvas on my screen

JP caught the last train out
I was told he waved a silent goodbye
To the nobodies standing on the station

Eileen and Chris with their beautiful words
Fell apart and drifted away from us all
The winds of change taking them to the most remote places.
Eileen is dancing with the pixies and making wishes on stars
Chris not so

Gabrielle beautiful girl
Head so strong and wiser than her years
Has her head in a book or a family to raise or a degree in wisdom for all of her days

Paddy
Now paddy can be found down by the stream
Anyone who knew him
Will know what I mean
The fishes are high and the summer is long
But from this place your spirit has gone

Bathsheda
She ran
(And I mean ran real fast)
To the hills
where she runs free
Screaming obscenities
At anyone who might pass
A doff of the hat
A piece of that cake
A moment of connection
Make no mistake
A women of word
Who won’t take your fooling
But for that chocolate cake she would be drooling

Lily oh lily
Oh lily my love
I think you were sent from heaven above
You warm my heart still
But your not of this place
And it’s never here I glimpse your face

Gonzo
My friend
With a smile that hides the reality of a man
Your darkness I love
Your sorrow I weep
But away from here
The burden was too steep

Richard
Now what can I say
You just got up
Left the front door open with no poetic note to say good bye
We yearned
We missed
We adapted
Then we all left
The glue had gone

Helen
Let’s open a bottle and drown all our tears
Well we could
But your not even here

To old friends # midnight mumbling

Sep 2019 Lily Mae

Thoughts

Sep 2019 Lily Mae

A Mess of Words

Thoughts

I’m treading unsteadily
In between the plains of
Confidence and uncertainty

I’ve wasted much time.

I’ve given some **** good kisses.

I’m drifting right now
In these evening shadows,
As the sun sets down to sleep;
Drifting between heavy words

Like time,
And wait,
And cancer

Sep 2019 Lily Mae

Submission

Sep 2019 Lily Mae

ryn

Submission

.
Open mind

but closed doors.

Take my breath.

And make it yours.

.

#hellopoetry107 #submission

Aug 2019 Lily Mae

Wise

Aug 2019 Lily Mae

Rai

Wise

Wise is the man who draws his gun fastest
Wiser still is the man that walks away slowly giving himself another day
Wisdom is born from the toil of hardship
From the knowing within your soul
You know that initiative retch in your gut that this is the truth
The right or the wrong of it
Wisdom comes when we stop and listen to our own truths
And stop blaming those that we feel are obstacles in our path
For they just may be the one sent in this life to hold us up when we fall
Or sometimes
We use them to reflect ourselves onto
It’s all in the journey my friend
So raise your face upwards
And taste the true essence of all that is you

Jun 2019 Lily Mae

Forest Hills

Jun 2019 Lily Mae

Keith J Collard

Forest Hills

I do not need a grand sepulchre,
Nor be remembered in bronze,
Don't need a sculpted beauty
To tend me after I'm gone.
No reflecting fount
Or grand account,
No Angels of death,
No Angels of peace,
No greek god in bas relief.
Leave me be, let me not be still,
Let those metallic wings flutter from winter chill,
Let the past be dead,
And my memory make you friends,
Let my memory conjure love,
And not cold to touch,
Let it rival the sunset,
With the dawning wings of the Oriole above.

Bury all our woes from household ills,
Without maintenance--
--Without upkeep--
Overgrown on our stroll through the Forest Hills.

Forest Hills cemetery, Boston MA
" He will not slumber nor sleep...." On the entry arch.