"maddy" poems
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October 2023
HP Poet: Maddy
Age: 65
Country: USA
Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Maddy. Please tell us about your background?
Maddy: "Retired Teacher now Media and Digital Literacy Educational Consultant and writer."
Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?
Maddy: "Been writing since I was eight. Three years now as an HP member."
Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).
Maddy: "Poetry wakes me in the middle of the night on airplanes and when I walk. It is still one of my best friends other than my husband, sister, and Best BFF Irene."
Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?
Maddy: "It is my friend and companion and is a precious asset. Without it my life would be empty."
Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?
Maddy: "Thoreau, EE Cummings, Sappho, MAYA Angelou, Carole King, Emily Torres, Mary Oliver, Millay, and many here on HEPO."
Question 6: What other interests do you have?
Maddy: "I love Travel, Photographer, Nature, Cooking, Theatre, Concerts, and Reading."
Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us an opportunity to get to know you, dear Maddy! You are a wonderful addition to the series!”
Maddy: "Thanks and looking forward to it and your review of my book on Amazon."
Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Maddy a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable)
We will post Spotlight #9 in November!
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Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 3:33 PM UTC
(*Maddy’s Music challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964*)
I’m the harshest critic,
the truest of nonbelievers,
when words of love are used.
Soapy words will not deliver
so please stop trying to be smooth.
Don’t compare me to a summer’s day!
I know that’s from some Broadway play.
Waste not flattery’s rose
praise not my grace,
at least not to my face,
you’re better off praising my clothes.
Forgo sweetness, promise nothing
then you may be onto something
say it, straight up, I won’t faint
trust me, sir, I am no saint.
.
.
A song for this:
Words of love by the Beatles
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
What the hell is wrong?
What do you think I'm on?
I'd prefer a downer,
And that you forget about her
My hair is longer and golder
I look like a mermaid when it falls over your shoulder
My waist is small, I could give it all
A bad baby with an always broken heart
When you tell your stories I listen to every word
And I love your shampoo and your sadness
And you know how to read the method to my madness
And how to talk me down when I'm freakin out above this
And all the weird things you do, I do too
Since I was a little girl I didn't think I'd find it
A shooting star that knows how to rocket
Rock it, rock it, dance with me
Smarter than Miranda, prettier than Maddy
Darker than Zoe, sweeter than Bella
And I know it's true cause you always want more
I never get old, you never get bored
Make the smart decision boy, you're a genius
Here's a quarter and a scratch off ticket
Ill be under the first layer
You'll know when you see it
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
"Whatever you do, do not travel alone.
That way you have memories you both could only ever have known.
You'll always have something special with them.
Travelling with another person is a gem.
-"What if you'd rather travel and see the world on your own?
And just meet people along the way? As you said, you're never truly alone."
"Why's that, Maddy?"
-"Well, what if you're happier alone with oneself?
And, sir, you can't leave yourself..."
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 5:56 AM UTC
The songbird is singing outside my window
I touch you
I feel you
I feel calm
I trust myself
I know it's true
I can't wait to see you again
and coil myself
Around you
Base of the spine
Do you feel that
Red energy lifting
Calmness
Warm feeling
Healing
Maddy
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Who needs love
Frantic boils of delirious pink lusting
wanting power
You ask me shadows
and the picture-less language winds
She stops me fast,
the gorgeous void
Lather eternity over me
Stop thinking what will manipulate them
and moan out the recall
Life is a bare and fast beat
please worship it with delicate moments
from sad skin some can soar
i am drunk
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:55 PM UTC
Is it so hard to remember my love,
How you felt?
How you would smell my hair and let out a sigh beside me.
How you would make me feel the way no one ever has,
No one will.
Do you remember smiling, by just looking at me?
Do you remember the inside jokes,
The sleep ins, the late nights.
Do you remember candy land?
How Maddy would always win?
And how terrible a loser she was.
Do you remember coming home 8 years ago,
After that week apart?
Where you fell on the floor,
Came to me and just grabbed me as if you'd never let me go again?
How we didn't have money, but we had each other.
And that was always enough?
Where did you go?
Come back here,
Please one day fall through the door and kiss the floor and be thankful I still love you.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
*
I felt like Maddy
In the house,
waiting for Olly
To take me to the ocean
I found a new part of me,
The good side of me,
when I met you...
And I felt ALIVE,
Living like never before
LOVING like never before
If I stop myself now -
I will never experience
The mystery of
Being ALIVE in LOVE
It is always easier
To do what heart feels
Even if it may
Harm one's health (life)
I am willing to sacrifice
EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING
To LIVE one
Perfect day in LOVE...
*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
She never sees what I see, in that mirror,
She never sees what the world sees,
She never cares about what we say,
Understand how we see you,
please.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 5:23 AM UTC
Another fast fight saying their was never a day
That Billie Holiday living
Seemed to be the only right away
Long car crashes bending metal upon crooked metal
Ringing bells white with dust blue oceans crash
Fitting the rooms with walls a color I used to breathe to know
A woman prances through the air
Telling me to
Hang in there!
"Yeah Right!" I scream back
"Hanging from pillows makin' me the way I am!..."
But she's gone outta sight back into the night
Off and away for another man back a couple months from way
With the slow wheeze of the vibrating trampoline
Friends are mischief makers with masks made of daff
Dollar around the hour begging for power
Made outta that Mr. Easy's pearly conch shell
A sea break in the depths of Maddy P.'s over ease
That Voice!
The Choice!
To listen to the sneaking tease of a breath beneath those knees
A million hours reminding themselves that these towers
Can fall so easily
Spinning wheels makin' me feel
Black red counter top stopper belts
Lost her again
Yeah'
I lost her again to the fray of the haze again
A write I thought was in sight
A right I thought would bite
A wright I dreamt tonight
Alright
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
Lovely evening
Shared with you
We enjoyed unexpected surprises
delight and joy.
Treats for the senses
freedom in the high vibration
Joy
and unconditional love
Art
Magic
Later...
The film was Neruda, very layered
with many hidden messages
One I could take with me......
a reminder ....
to always feel like a leading character in my journey and story ....
I feel I was able to let go enough with you that I did not have a need
for the safety of the masks I can sometimes wear.
Thank you for accepting me as I am
With no less intensity of love and healing shared.
Maddy
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
I walk in the hallways now,
seeing friends smiling at me,
and the smile I return
is no longer a plastered
mask.
Long talks are a
daily commodity,
be them great,
or not so much.
I’m happy that
I can talk to them.
Happy that they
want to talk to me.
Happy that I get to be
with people that don’t
know how fake I was,
and that accept me
because Maddy
IS important.
However, I am mostly
just happy that I can be
me.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Hey there
my sweet baby sis,
I just wanna say sorry
if it felt like you missed,
out on a great celebration
of your special day,
it's not fair to any one
of us the way
things have been lately.
mommy's been shaky,
daddy yells irately,
Maddy changes daily,
and I haven't cared greatly.
But you can bet your happy little birthday cake,
you know the one we made together
with all your favorite candies,
that It will get better.
And I will always be here for you.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Blindly surrendering
Opening up fully
drops of Lagavulin
Dripped
in
Mysterious places
The aroma fueled
Intoxicating
Ecstasy
Opening up fully
To the Goodness in all things
Learning to relax
To Trust
The wisdom
The universe is
We are
Full of wonderful
Experiences
Satisfaction
-Maddy -
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
She has those mad eyes
you know any man so would
she is a cute little thing
is mad eyes Maddy
I bet she is a nightmare on legs
maybe a red head naughty girl
but I must not think of mad eyes
for at least I have my own
This was for you
and so **** easy to do
know my eyes are turned
to a girl liken to you
Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
This one is for my grieving family.
When people say that their hearts are heavy they hit the nail on the head, and right now mine feels like it weighs about a thousand pounds. With each new loss it gains weight and drags down, pulling on the vessels that are supposed to give life until they become a noose circling my windpipe, cutting off my precious supply of air. I can't breathe. It seems that every day now I hear the echoing sounds of the cries and the groans that bounce their way down the Facebook grapevine, another status update with another picture of another face that the Enemy took before their time. Even from where I stand, a thousand miles from the epicenter, I can barely keep on my feet because I'm rocked by the aftershock tremors as they come, one on top of the other. It seems these days the valley just can't catch a break, with tragedy striking faster and faster, giving the people barely enough time to pull themselves from the rubble that is the aftermath of the last disaster before the next one sends them running even faster to dive back into their foxholes. And when they finally dare to get to their feet, the only things before their eyes are broken homes and broken lives, gaping holes that can never be filled, the growing numbers of loved ones killed in this war in whose crossfire we find ourself caught.
This one is for my broken valley.
Now, we know of this epic struggle between forces we cannot see, this fight we call the Great Controversy, but while some hide in their foxholes and pray for mercy others choose to be the warriors on the front lines, the Maddys and Fishers and Rosas who let their lights shine both to drive back the darkness and to encourage those of us who aren't so fearless to don our full armor and enter the battle with the same reckless abandon. And though they have fallen we choose to stand in their places, filling the holes in the battle lines and praying for their souls that have gone to rest. We fight on through these tragedies that test our faith, and we look to our great General, who alone knows the lay of the battlefield and the day of victory.
This one is for Rosa, for Fisher, for Maddy.
Every bridge we hold, every hill we storm, we do with their memory in our hearts and their names ringing on our lips. We will continue this fight until the light fades from our eyes and our time on earth is done, knowing that we all will be reunited on that day when Jesus finally comes.
This one is for my family that will be made whole again one day.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
A change in perspective ....
My eyes are moist
The morning unfolds
Water under tires
Swish
I long for
the dreams
The visions
The signs
clarity
connection
They have dissipated
Letting go of resistance
I see
A change in perspective ......
The lover was replaceable
The family and friend was not
-Maddy
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
she said she proud of me, and I wonder what for
Get so lost in all this I forget who got me here.
And she told me I owe no one anything,
But I owe everything to those who share my blood.
See, this isn't only about me.
This is for Thomas, Joann, and Louise that grew up eating peppered hay because they couldn't much afford anything else.
This is for Madeline, Miss Maddy, my yellowbone grandmother with eyes that change with her mood and hair as thick as her love. My Tennessee native that was a lover of molasses men despite the blue eyed blood running through her veins.
This us for cousins that never left me without a laugh or thought. The siblings I inherited because they would never go away, still haven't. Even if the streets have gotten the best of them, when I look at then I remember the times they rushed to my rescue no questions asked.
This is for my siblings that lost their way, but always pushed me to keep going.
For my father that was bold enough to use a whites only bathroom.
For my mother that is the only black nurse in her department.
This is bigger than me.
we love you, and are so proud of you.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Your words arrive like echoes deep,
A whisper soft, a vow to keep.
"Be the best," you gently write,
A spark, a hope, a guiding light.
"Kind, caring, considerate"—
Each line a warmth deliberate.
To listen well, to hug, to see,
A kindness shaped in poetry.
You walk with thoughts and music near,
Till swans arrive, serene and clear.
"Spring is on her way," you say,
With nature’s touch in verse’s sway.
And when the world turns cold and gray,
You pen the truths none dare to say.
"Enough," you cry, "of power's reign,"
While hunger weeps in silent pain.
Yet still, in words, you find a way,
To turn the night into the day.
"Ideas awaken you softly,"
With whispers bold yet never costly.
So, poet bold, let verses flow,
For in your ink, the bright flames grow.
The world may waver, doubt, or bend,
But words like yours will never end.
At 5 a.m., the words arise,
like dawn-lit waves in endless skies.
Similes, whispers, metaphors bright,
Ideas stir before the light.
"For the youngest, for those to come,"
For dreamers crafting songs unsung.
"For today, for now, for peace,"
For kindness' touch that will not cease.
Boundaries drawn, firm and wise,
"Set them, hold them, let them rise."
Not all will stay, some will go,
But the poet knows—so it must flow.
Swans at sunset, drifting free,
Rodgers and Astaire upon the sea.
A melody hums, a chorus sings,
Does it hold truth? Does it have wings?
We once were blind, now we see,
Through lyric, verse, eternity.
The poet’s heart beats strong and fast,
A voice, a beacon—built to last.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
an early teen, flaxen-haired and bird blue eyes
left me unworldly, adrift in her luscious thighs
she calmed my heart with her quiet beauty
i was untested, unknown, a teen too, her name was... Judy
how that first flight transformed a journey to a commission
laying seed to what became a life's mission
now with a long view back to then
i recount it all with a discerning ken
came Carol, Irma, Susans many, Shelley, Jane, Jean, more Judy,
Carmen, Bonnie, Maddy, Tanya, Melanie, Beth, Elizabeth, Lizzy,
Linda, Anita, Lisa, Virginia, Nancy, and on and on and on
if this troubles your mind please read no more
and judge me not with feminist angst or "what a bore"
i say just how things were in the past
times were hot... love and lust traveled fast
for those who know, from whence I speak
this is not fiction, but a wiki leak
simple recollections that tickles the mind
of robust ramblings... forgotten, but not left behind
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
A Hail and Hearty Farewell
Watching warm-ups and walking to the paddock
Horses and many colors
He spent forty years here
A bee stung him while watching a race outside
The tote board holds amazing moments and memories
He was a Harness owner and spectator
Four Starz Lights won the Jersey Sire Stakes
He won third leg and tne final race
Freehold Raceway has History and Soul
Sad to see that Nostalgic look on so many faces
So many enjoyed being part of the Afternoon Delight
Saying Goodbye to an old friend is not easy
Thanks to all of you
that played a part here
Farewell Freehold Raceway
Here's to you and the Last Race
Maddy
C@rainbowchaser2025
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
Even as my life becomes dark,
I walk a little slower
And dance a little softer
Taking everything piece by piece.
The darkness may hinder me but will not halt me.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC