"alfie" poems
Cascades of red in Hedgehog Houle
The beginning of Autumn falls over
And breaks the greenest in morning
We pass the church arched doorway
And the hawthorn berries brightest.
Walking the steady step in this day
Finding the bend the windy winds
Show me little Alfie in his nestling
For love carries everything trusting
This pathway of flowing memories.
Love Mary **
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
I remember my body trembling as I took my first step inside Payton High,
I remember my hitched breath and twitching eye,
I remember sitting behind a blue eyed boy during homeroom,
I remember thinking his eyes would be able to light up the gloom.
I remember it took me exactly one day,
To walk to him during lunch with my tray,
I remember offering him my cheese dip,
And that was the start of our friendship.
I remember wondering why he was always alone,
When he was the most beautiful being I’ve ever known,
He was spontaneous; he loved feathers; he loved star gazing,
You could say I fell in love with him because he was amazing.
Everyone ignored him as he walked on by,
I never understood the reason why.
So cold, so aloof, so distant from the crowd,
I remember thinking it was because he was so proud.
I tried many ways to draw him close,
A movie, a drink, a lunch, all that I could propose,
I am sorry, I am so sorry, was all he said,
The light in his eyes went dead.
I was never his and he was never mine,
With this fact, I had to pretend I was fine,
Little did he know he was killing me,
Because my heart was locked and he had the key.
I remember it was a rainy fifth of July,
When I was talking to a teary eyed guy,
Who had a newspaper on his right hand,
And on the left was a pink wristband.
R.I.P it wrote in capital letters,
With a picture of two white feathers,
I took the newspaper and there on the obituary,
I saw ‘To the 1st anniversary of Alfie Ary’.
The picture of my blue eyed boy was staring back at me,
Black and white his smile filled with glee,
My world started spinning round and round,
My thoughts in disarray as I fell to the ground.
Where was he, I looked all around,
But he was nowhere to be found.
The corridors were filled with haunting memories,
Of questions unasked and cryptic apologies.
I was in shock, was his existence a lie?
Just then a cold breeze blew by,
I remember his shaky breath whispering one last time,
“I love you baby, but you can't be mine”.
W.H.Y~
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
Every morning she went out for a walk
To find where the fallow meadows swept
And one bright clover peeped its head
In the foliage of wild leaf and green grass.
This part of the day was the beginning of joy
As far as she could look back and see her way
The lovely land dew wet on the leather shoes
And little Alfie to remember passing his way.
Love Mary ***
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
The dream boy I want
or no, should I say the man
yes, he's a man, a grown one
his age left boyhood 8 years ago
but his demeanor says otherwise. (sometimes)
I already have him.
He's not very tall, only beat me by a slim
3 inches
and his crooked fingers from
breaking all them
fit nicely into mine
a broken jigsaw puzzle.
he wears a flat cap like an Irish newspaper boy
maybe it's because he's from potato famine land
His breath lingers of cigs
and alcohol
with his grade-A Alfie Neuman smile
and oh god, those everlasting deep dimples
how can i forget to mention those pacific ocean eyes
corazón de oro
everything leaves me in awe
take me
take me
take me
love me
we'd have the same initials if we married
but all i want now is just to be able to
touch
hold
caress
love
him.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
13:01 weighing 7lb 2oz
you entered this world
your mothers mirror image miniaturised
wearing the smile her mother gave her.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Alfie won't eat
can't keep it down
there's fluid on his chest
Three days two nights
and lots of care
he's home and well and blessed.
Thank you to God
whom heard my prayers
and doctors that would not rest.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
(Try singing this poem to Dionne Warwick's version of "Alfie," by Burt Bacharach and Hal David.)
Somehow you went wrong, Lindsey.°
Don't you feel like the president's chump?
Don't you feel he's wrong, stringing you along, Lindsey?
Strange things happen when you deal with Trump.
You once said he was unfit,
And if he was so unfit, Lindsey,
Then what happened to make him the man?
There can be no doubt what this is about, Lindsey.
How did a foe become his biggest fan?
I guess it doesn't matter if you've got no pride, Lindsey.
How can you live with yourself?
Can it be that Putin has some dirt on you, too,
That you want to hide, Lindsey?
Your odd behavior baffles us, Lindsey.
Wait till you're thrown under the bus. You will be, Lindsey.
If a fool is what you want to be,
Say good-bye to dignity, Lindsey.
Lindsey…
-by Bob B (10-28-19)
°Lindsey Graham, Senator from South Carolina
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YidCdaLPPR8
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
alfie said 'heaven is real'
now I can't wait to go home.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Alice tied string round her fingers,
For each thing, lest she forget,
She'd done all the work,
Come up with the phrases,
And with friends in mind off she set,
Her first two strings were for Alfie,
The hottest boy in the class,
She unraveled each one, read its label,
"Hey Charlie, lose the glasses, then lose yourself"
"Tommy Digs shift, we don't want your fat ***
Her third string was for the patio group,
So she could sit at the benches every break,
"Eugh, wrieking Robin, you stink worse than the bin, take It with you and get away"
As the day wore on,
More strings were untied,
A trail of fraying strands in her tread,
Each one connected,
To the arms and legs,
Of Tommy, Charlie, and Robin at the other end.
As Alice was a puppet master,
One of many in her school,
With each new string to pull and tug,
Her popularity grew,
Alice tied strings round her fingers,
For each thing, lest she forget,
Each one she pulled on would tighten,
And scar an arm or a leg,
Cause her strings would entwine with others,
And the few most ensnared and caught,
Had no choice but to obey the ropes,
Tied around their Wrists,
their Necks,
and their Hearts.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
Even when the sun is absent to cast it's light
Still some shadow remains close in sight
Moving as I do just at slightly different time
And to my feet does it not align
It is no shadow but an echo of maybe
Unsure for its presence is so hard to see
Perhaps a spirit following my every stride
Nonetheless a friend in who I so often confide
Together we roam both night and day
And not too long is it ever away
For in my sight does it choose to be
Together as one in serene unity
Though at times torches come a blaring
And fear overcomes this spirit ever caring
So whilst out in public does its body remain
Within my thought does its life remain
That night it was you who light upon me did give
To show others how much you could get away with
As if to your mischief not only an eye did I blind
But care not for how much you did me undermine
And though your sins did I forgive so hastily
Your gloating did my friend and I effect most angrily
And though I could not your presence abandon
My companion fled with all speed it could fathom
I always welcomed you no matter the consequence
And fight did I always your fights too intense
But that night as you shared space with my soul
You took on a rather monstrous looking role
As if expecting me to do your every chore
Your egotistical rantings sent it right out the door
So now if my kindness is once more disrespected
Will your requests forever be rejected
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
There's a rushing and flowing of following feelings,
I'm down on my knees, hey buddy I'm kneeling.
Something's taken over my skin,
its inside my soul and its making me thin.
Its making me cold and its filling me with sin.
Holding me tight, don't give up,
but its stealing away my fight.
Alfie is losing the battle with life,
a violent attacking from and army of strife.
He's not out for the count though,
I still have my mind, Its not making me blind,
I got my thoughts and I'm still quite kind.
I'm here for the long run.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Innocent and inebriated.
In the dead of night she staggered.
Young at heart but intoxication excess had made her slightly haggard.
Emotionally charged with deep rooted scars upon her heavy heart.
Shadows clouding judgment her world had been torn apart.
No one knew her plight, her fight, the tragedy she'd faced.
Take the story one year back where the cause is easily traced.
Her little boy of five years old
Alfie was his name
Knocked down by a drunk
Killed stone cold
What an awful shame!
A downward spiral an empty house
The result of a mothers loss
Equating to another drunk
Who couldn't give a toss!
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
“What was it all about Alfie?”
Yes, there was a time I didn't think
of a woman’s feeling they were an object
only of my desires.
Then love came as did rejections
and sleepless nights.
What were the tears for when the dance
was over she believed in me.
This infatuation so slows at growing up
for a time I visited prostitutes
much easier that way
but not really it left me empty inside
and living in fear of
Sexually transmitted illnesses
not to forget, the self-loathing.
Of course, slow as a man is in those matters
it took a woman to teach me
that love doesn't grow on trees like pears
but is nursed through the heart
transmitted through the eyes when you meet.
Love is the only things that matter
the rest is a waste of life as blood runs down
a wall in a bombed out city in Syria
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
Hair that flicked across his face
To make us joke he only had one eye
He made us hold our heads up high
When people pushed us down
The red eyes more frequently bloodshot
But we ignored all of the signs
After all it wasn't unusual that Alfie was high
He was high quite often
He wouldn't cry or tell us about him
Only ask about our day see if we were ok
While hiding his own problems away
Leaving us to think he was fine
I hope you're happy now Alfie
Now you've broken Lily and I
I know it's harsh and uncalled for
But did you have to go and die
What the **** am I gonna do now?
Try and stop your girlfriend falling apart?
Good luck with that
She was broken before you dropped her
Broken before you were
Broken but you held her together
You held us all together alfie.
Did you have to go and die?
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
My dad Joe, was a gift from heaven, put on this earth to love only one woman.
To have their children and love them true, each day with my dad was one in which you grew.
He loved and cherished each one of us three, Philip, Jacqueline & Christopher - with Hilda, his love, by his side the family was complete.
Riding a bike, driving a car, hiking up cliffs, hitting a ball, roller skating, skate boarding, travelling far, our Dad was always there to catch us lest we should fall.
Sunday trips to the beach or river, climbing Kit Hill, trips to Morwelham Quay, treks on Dartmoor, ice cream treats, and Callard & Bowser toffee
.
Swimming, body surfing, Phil learning to drive on the beach, French cricket played on the shore, all of these outings gave us fond memories we still adore.
Traveling with Chris and Mum on sunny days, staying in B&B's while they were away, Chris long jumping into the pit with Dad by his side was as good as it could get.
Dad gave us each the tools to live our lives, independently, confident and worldly wise.
He gave to me a love of the three P's - people, politics, and poetry.
To my brothers, he gave a love of all sports but mostly his beloved Cricket along with Rugby and Athletics.
When each of us married he was there by our sides, smiling with pride, accepting our partners into the fold.
To us all he advised don't do as I say or as you are told; seek out what or who makes you happy until you grow old.
As our families expanded and grew he became a Grandad, first Michael came then Simon, Jason, Robert, Sophie, Danny, Sammy, Lola, and Jonah, he encouraged them in all that they did whether sports, drawing, dancing, work choices - 9 Grandchildren kept him busy as you can imagine.
Then later in life as Great Grandchildren were added Tansy, Alfie & Roman, life remained busy.
My Dad was one in a million of that I am sure, I feel his presence every day, when out walking I feel he's not far away.
When I'm playing with the grandchildren I know he's there too, smiling with pride in everything they do.
When the family get together he's never forgotten and all of his grandchildren have their own stories to share; of Grandad and his sense of humour, his love, support, and care.
We miss you, Joe ***
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
I leant upon the cold iron prop
On the subway flat form: suddenly,
my thought turn to this movie from the 80s
About a little boy name Alfie
Whose tongue got caught on the frozen lamp pole
During a daring rush trend:
Winter months can be so brutal
**Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;
and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow**
Winter Depression, / a seasonal S.A.D
In the mist of all this: I saw a small bird
Rumbling through the garbage looking for food
His dotted feathers caught my attention
Perhaps not all birds fly south for the winter after all:
Homeless birds seek shelter with homeless humans
Without the small outdoor wood fires:
The beautiful landscape we once admired is blanket with snow
The roar of the winds and the surging of water;
It wasn’t a pretty sight to see with my watery eyes
We cried out to our God for a little relief
But most of all we keep praying for safety
I fell on my **** trying to step over a bank of snow
Luckily I didn’t land on my face
The humiliation and the botherations of dealing,
this kind of weather year after year:
we just have to bear in mind that
Winter begins on the winter solstice and ends on the spring equinox.
The roses will bloom again, the tulips with rise again in April
And we will determine which one is the morning dew
And which one is not the icicle dripping:
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Prayer for autumn and winter days
I’ve just rediscovered this beautiful prayer from belief.net. I know it’s now winter and the title is Prayer For Autumn Days, AND I’m not crazier than usual, it is still appropria…
sparklesandangels.wordpress.com
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Two Stars shining brightly above
Two Stars shining with gods love
Two Stars related by birth Oskar and Ted my beloved Grandsons
Missed very much by your Mummy and Daddy on earth
We did not get to hold you and whisper your name
We did not get to watch you run rings around your brother and call his name
We did not get to be proud Grandparents and watch you grow
But Two Stars came and shone one day the result is one that did remain, now Alfie has an earth brother Roman's his name
Two Stars your family still think of you dearly and cherish your memory
We wish we could have held you and kept you in our care
All we asked was for God to love you until one day we can all be there
Your life on earth was short and brief but Two Stars you shine on in our memories
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
AND NOW THE RELATIONSHIP CRISIS FORECAST ISSUED BY THE SANE SIDE OF YOUR SELF ON BEHALF OF THE MERRY TIME & KEEP YOUR GUARD UP AGENCY.
The general synopsis at mid-life is:
Late 40’s
dogged by blighted love life
new all time low
expected by that time.
new all time low
expected by that time.
***
occasionally very poor at first
becoming
moderate or good.
F**k all
(hand over fist)
******
Marriage 3 or 4
becoming a bore.
Blonde mantrap
34-24-34.
**** Mrs. Fitzroy
(formerly Finisterre)
affair deepening rapidly
expected imminent.
Getting carried away
hoisted by one’s own petard.
Chances it will work out alright
moderate becoming decreasing slight.
Fair Isle sweater left
carelessly behind in car
Eh...uh uh!
Big mistake.
Violent storm warning
boyfriend built like Viking.
Gulp...not Dover Wight!
Becoming cyclonic
...moronic.
Severe icing.
Oh ***** Despair. Panic. Flight
What more could go wrong?
Chelsea 2 West Ham 1!
Town gossip Lundy Fastnet
informs wife.
Accused of infidelities
backing off into continual lying
veering towards disbelief
clothes thrown out in street.
Locks. Changed.
Caught fast in net
like trashing fish.
Future visibility
moderate becoming poor
in showers.
Drunk. Again.
Singing in the rain.
What’s it all about
...Alfie
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
My dorm room was bright this morning. It was disorienting.
The sky outside was a cloudless, striking neon blue.
The air was so crisp and clean, I could hardly feel it going in and out.
It all sparked to create a diffused sense of well-being.
Gone, it seems, were the concrete bunker feels of winter.
There's been some loose talk of ‘spring’ lately—I thought it was fake news—but from my third floor lattice windows I could see what looked like people outside. They were walking in the sunshine, riding bikes, throwing frisbees, kicking hacky sacks, a couple was making out in the grass—it was a riot of activity.
Sunny skiffed out of her room (which looks like a hotel room trashed by some rock star), she seemed lighter than air. Three days ago, she announced there was someone of “particular personal significance,” in her life (translate: girlfriend).
Start the schmaltzy, string-drenched soundtrack—love is in the air.
Our challenge now is to carve out a poised and measured final act to our undergraduate years. There’s a scurrying, cynosure, beehive, hyperfocus to labs and classes, a heightened, almost cinematic quality, as if, up to now, we’ve only been practicing for some undefined ‘real thing.’
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Songs for this:
Daylight by Harry Styles
Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing by Michael McDonald
Dizzy (feat. Alfie Templeman & Thomas Headon) by chloe moriondo
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.our cast: A reader once asked, “Who are these people?” (a solid question) So now I do a cast list.
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
imagine he was your child
your infant
imagine your child clinging to
and fighting for life
breathing on his own
after ventilator’s plug was pulled
imagine the doctors deciding
against your wishes
to let him starve to death
depriving him of the strength
to hold on
and the nourishment to function
and grow
(miracles do happen, after all)
imagine that you have another doctor
a second medical opinion
telling you there is HOPE
but the medical monopoly
and the courts say NO!
imagine your helplessness and frustration
imagine your rage and pain
imagine a piece of you dying
with your child
How do you get over that?
Del Maximo
@06/27/2019
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Are You Going...?
*Benedíc nos Dómine et haec Túa dóna quae de Túa
largitáte súmus sumptúri. Per Chrístum Dóminum
nóstrum. Ámen*.
Miz Busy with her homemade apple pies
Uncle Alfie lapsing into a snore
Young lads and lassies making goo-goo eyes
Miss Billie’s cookies (shhh…they’re from the store)
Children frolicking only with their ‘phones
Jolly old Ed basting burnt barbecue
An altar boy gorging until he groans
The teenagers’ gross game of choke and chew
Young marrieds getting into a squabble
Politics roaring like a thunderstorm
Bubba came drunk; he’s beginning to wobble
Tox ‘tater salad that’s gotten warm
Unidentifiable glop upon a stick –
No, I’m not going to the parish picnic
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
The room was full of a quiet light,
She lay back in the chair
Letting peace find her,
Cradle her in its arms.
Everything seemed still.
Then she noticed the curtain
At the bottom,
About the height of a child,
Moving.
She said it was like a baby
tapping it from behind.
She had to go over, eventually, and look.
Nothing and no reason for the curtain
To have done that.
She had longed so much
Just for some comfort.
To know he lived
And lived her as she had
Lived him.
She was very emotional
When she called to tell me.
She said "Mummy at least I know he's ok...
I am so sure it was him."
She just felt after all this time,
That he was letting her know,
He was there.
A few weeks after, she found out
She was expecting a baby.
A sister, Bonnie, for Alfie.
He was letting her know,
She was coming.
Sometimes,
Time is different in immortality....
to how we see it.
Pam's beautiful phrasing/words in a poem
By me.
Love Mary ***
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC