"maisie" poems
She is so lonely.
Ever since he died she has.
Toby and Maisie,
They were inseparable.
Now, she is just so lonely.
Why did you have to leave us, Toby?
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
i
zowie doodles
maisie may
mali the bad
lily lu lu
and tommy tune..
ii
i recall thursday
in cold blowy bushes
hopeless
and late victorian
chairs..
a rather shoddy future
which got worse
helpless
victorian morals
and worse
and what then
a succession of
error
a word a curse!
woe to us!
silver platters..
but upon
my hairy shoulder
youth laughed
but a aways
harsh
wastrels!
and you think
and you think
timeless ways
and suddenly
i was 30..
jesus..
an elephant in
glass
unemployable ant
boats and stoats
and factory
malaise..
wish..
work in progress..
the seconds digress
like love and stars
not even a war
go fish!
a dance with a
great magical
door
called wishes..
and then 40..!
son,beware the
cat lady
beware
the graceful
smiles..and
whipped 20
by
or be
since..
and strange things
like comets
come and go
by
which
if character been
fate
is
typical..
of me..
as forecast by
teachers and towns
but unknown
music
grin down..
and by golly
close shaves
around corners
stuff and poetry..
some round..
lithe plain
and of course
why
not made a million
yet
but all
is
still
a sweet card..
a great winding
returning
empty while
of some
shiny circle..
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
Oh Maisie:
Your magic and my delight!
whish the sun would be,
and it would be tonight.
And the flowers I will bring you,
the jewels and the gems,
the Silver and gold,
A world without end.
Dear Robert:
You’re lost at sea, I can see:
You’re love comes from lust
And not from me.
Love is not lust.
And is nothing to me:
Love is my need
When you sleep with me.
So Maisie
Oh maybe, I read you so wrong!
Last night you cried
when I sung you that song
Cowboys and treasures,
a measure of love:
The words from the stars
From the heavens above
Oh Robert,
Dear Robert, the news is this:
A chance to touch, feel and
Caress - would be bliss.
Undress me and taste me,
the syrup of love.
The sweetness, completeness,
Is more than you deserve
See you tonight.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
I wonder if it’s my “morals”, my long-standing beliefs getting in the way, the ones we don’t see eye-to-eye on.
The ones that are the only ones we severely disagree on.
Except maybe God, but that's best saved for another day.
I wonder if it's discomfort whenever I talk of Mai or Heather, and how I crave the bitter tastes they've each given me.
The same tastes I ache for when I'm alone in the dead of the night without any sort of repose.
I wonder if it's the far-off look in my eyes when my mind wanders off, bleeding internally at the thoughts that poke holes in my steel protections.
The memories that shake me right down to my glacial core.
I wonder if it's my smile when I actually mean the glimmer that reaches the corners of my eyes.
The twinkle that is caused by Heather's similar grin or Maisie's heart-wrenching touch.
And I wonder if it's just me, and all my broken bits and pieces, that lead you to make dire decisions and drive you to make vapid actions.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Maisie
I love her so
I need to cherish her
Because she could go any time
Don’t go
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
They never spoke again,
I have waited a year and a half,
I have reached out time and again,
But there comes a time when enough is enough.
I cannot force them back into my life,
Cannot force them to utter just one more word,
I will always love them just the same,
But their silence causes so much pain.
It feels like a whole population died,
Been wiped clean off the Earth;
And knowing in reality so many think I lied,
Just makes me want to run away and hide.
I cannot do anymore than I have,
I have forgiven them for how they treated me,
I completely understand the culture, though its sad,
I cannot go back and change what happened to me.
I miss them dearly,
I think about them every day,
I think about the pain I caused them,
Now in my history they will forever stay.
I long to have contact with cousins,
Aunties, Uncles, and friends,
But I know this will never happen,
And I will likely never see them again.
Its all so mixed up in my mind,
The events that caused me to be singled out,
If id had the choice, I would have gone to court,
Because then I would have less doubts.
I am disturbed by memories,
And also by the suicidal hanging,
And knowing that my people,
See me at fault for everything.
It makes me feel ***** and ashamed,
That I, and the other women are still blamed,
And for what is it that we have done?
To be born as "women" is all we have done.
Kevin, Maisie, Clare, Anna,
Eileen, Rita, Peter, Barbara,
Candice, Kerry, Alex, Teeny,
Susan, Wendy, Dennis, and Jelly...
Those names are so very few
Of the huge number of relatives I have,
I still remember the day at the refuge,
When you turned me away - even that made me so sad.
If it were not for South African women,
Running the refuge out of sight out of mind,
Then there would be nowhere for Island women,
Nowhere to turn, yet these women were so kind.
But I know the rest of you still look down on me,
As you no doubt look down on many others,
And what did we do to deserve this?
To be born as women; in that you are so disgusted.
Disgusted with me for questioning abuse,
For speaking out for the others,
Disgusted that I have broken the "silence",
For women are not to be "free", I have discovered.
For if women are to be "free" - then they must be alone,
Discarded by all and everyone,
For "causing you pain",
For "shaming the Island's name".
I still love you -
And always will,
You hold a special place in my heart,
That no one else can fill.
.....I was born a woman - entering this World having already committed the crime....and for that I am sorry.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Toby
I loved him so
His sister Maisie, too
But something happened to Toby
Love you
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
These days I still wander the fields and forests
But only from the comfort of my arm chair
On a warm early spring day like today
I can still smell the heady scent of the pine trees
And watch the world class acrobatics of squirrels at play
The fresh green shoots of bluebells brush my boots
As I wander deeper into the forest following unseen paths
I sit under the spreading boughs of a stately oak
For a cigarette and a mug of sweet tea from my flask
My Mollly dog has long gone but Maisie now rest her head on my boot
I'm comfortable here in the woods, happy in my own company with pad and pencil in hand
All of this from the comfort of my arm chair because I can no longer wander in the woods
Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC