The crevices of physicality

Sink deeper,

Yet the jewells of originality

Grow steeper.

Erasing the short-comings

Of distancing years,

Ignoring the elderly’s hummings,

And death’s fears.

You stand bold and proud;

Forever young,

Within life’s merry-go-round.

For the joy you have created

Is endless and ongoing;

And the love that you ignite

Is forever growing.

Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen
I had converted, or excuseless been:
For each birth of thy muse to after-times
Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes.
First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee,
Once by they Love, next by Poetry;
Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence:
Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence.
So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here,
No fountains can be sweet that are not clear.
Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares
How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares;
And generously upbraids the world that they
Should such a value for their ruine pay.
But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill,
The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32
As nothing else was worthy her or thee,
So we admire almost t'Idolatry.
What savage brest would not be rapt to find
Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'?
Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count)
Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount,
And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw,
Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law.
Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame,
That nothing can distrub it but my name;
Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine
'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...
"Live, till the disabused world consent
All truths of use, or strength, or ornament,
Are with such harmony by thee displaid,
As the whole world was first by number made
And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings
Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.

When i was knee high
Could i ever cry for our countries gone under
Because we had to surrender
Shredded by German's plunder
Yet i rejoiced and thanked God
when the sun was shinning
I did a lot of day dreaming
watching the clouds as they went by
The only jewells i saw were the daisies by the road
their perfect little rows
of white petals , center gold
I dreamt of far away lands where people were free
free to speak, free of fear and striffe
America land of my dreams
you were floting in my inner space like a desert's mirage
I clung to it with determination
until the day, it came into action
Young Gi's fresh faced, full of youth
smiled at us from their metal girth
tanks, cannons, guns and the likes
They looked so vulnerable and young
they held my hand " small " in theirs " strong"
in their palms well fed and reassuring
they could be so loving to a little girl
who defied dying
So land of my dreams you will come true
In my heart you grew and grew
till one day, i will see NewYork bay
Land of my dreams you will be mine

Colette Anne Naegle
1945
I wrote it at twelve when America blew down the **** sign in Berlin

When i was knee high
Could i ever cry for our countries gone under
Because we had to surrender
Shredded by German's plunder
Yet i rejoiced and thanked God
when the sun was shinning
I did a lot of day dreaming
watching the clouds as they went by
The only jewells i saw were the daisies by the road
their perfect little rows
of white petals , center gold
I dreamt of far away lands where people were free
free to talk, free of fear and striffe
America land of my dreams
you were floting in my inner space like a desert's mirage
I clung to it with determination
until the day, it came into action
Young Gi's fresh faced, full of youth
smiled at us from their metal girth
tanks, cannons, guns and the likes
They looked so vulnerable and young
they held my hand " small " in theirs " strong"
in their palms well fed and reassuring
they could be so loving to a little girl
who defied dying
So land of my dreams you will come true
In my heart you grew and grew
till one day, i will see NewYork bay
Land of my dreams you will be mine

Colette Anne Naegle
1945

Clear, glimmering, white.

His hand claims the sequined waist
That he earned to hold with jewells.

Cut, polished, sewn.

The chandelier above emanates
The ones hung from her ears.

Strung, tied, boxed.

Not as much a girl's best friend
As a man's trophy wife ticket.

Bought, gifted, worn.

When I look up at you
It feels so light
Goes all my pain
Goes all fright
            The tiny little pockets of
            Jewells that shines up the sky
        And rejuvenate my aspirations
        And dreams on which I rely

You twinkle , spread love
Sprinkle up happiness
You bring back the kid in me
Calm free and stressless

           You little ***** of candy
         Covering up the chocolate bliss
         Smooth like cream
       Heavenly like the sweet liquorice

  Friend of moonlight
Showing directions to all
My wishlist is ready
Just waiting for you to fall

Jewells!

Shark is in the water.
Fish in the sea.
Then there is a one-eyed worm.
Just little ole me.

But I come up from under.
The unsuspecting route.
Like a pig in a blanket.

That’s enough. I’ve got a horse to imagine being……

I think I shall buy
Some Vintage Alam Bay glass
The shop is now empty
These many years passed.

Was near the bottom
Of the Totland Bay Hill
I would stand there often
For hours at a spell.

A double fronted window
Stretching the place of two
Filled with many cabinets
Holding colourful jewells.

Owned by the company
Alam Bay Glass
Made at the Seaside shop
Where people did pass.

Swans, ducks and hens
Abstract shapes
Blown from a tube
Until they'd inflate.

Then there was twisting
After the blast
Beautiful bubbles
Of shiny spiralled glass.

Have to look on eBay
The only place they'll be
Maybe quite cheaply
My childhood memories.

Love Mary x