"maude" poems
he looked at me as if i was poetry
and he held me.
he held me as if my thorns weren't there, as if they didn't even touch him,
when they actually hurt him, cut him almost as deep as my wounds that he's been trying to heal.
but he stayed
through the drought and the hurricane.
he bled for me, he held me through my insanity.
and i've never been so afraid,
i'm afraid he's going to love me.
—k. aoife maude
i'm afraid i'll hurt him even more.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
There once was a man named Claude
Who married his cousin Maude
Their kith did heartily celebrate
As they wed within the family state
Of genetic accord were Maude and Claude
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
____THEY___would EACH day take the ROLL CALL ! !...iT WENT LIKE THIS= *GERRY GIRAFFE="here sir", *SHARON SNAIL= "here sir", *SIDNEY SNAKE= "here sir", *DIANNE DEER= "here sir", *HERMAN HIPPO= "here sir", *FRANCES FOX= "here sir", ....AND it seemed like the list went on "FOREVER"! ! There were not Hundreds,, thousands or Millions ,,, BUT *HUNDREDS of Millions who were on the ROLL CALL List ! Many often Wondered , How Long would it take to complete the *ROLL ?? Many often Wondered ,, Would They be on the List ?? EACH=TIME a ROLLCALL* was answered ,, Another would wait in Heated Anticipation ! ! NO ONE HERE,,,Knows for sure, When the Exact Moment of the * ROLL CALL* Started,, but= it is SURELY known for fact,, EVERYONE WANTS TO BE ON "THE" LIST ! ! Some may deny the need for the List, Some May doubt the Existence of the LIST, Some may say "WHY EVEN HAVE alist ?" Some say "EVOLUTION" has brought us here ! ! Some not Understanding ,have SHED MANY A TEAR>> *LEONARD LION="here sir", *ADRIAN ANTELOPE= "here sir", *RONALD ROACH= "here sir", *MAUDE MOOSE= "here sir", ... THEY STAND IN AMAZEMENT as they see what looks like Surrender,, Have Feared for their VERY EXISTENCE,,, Looking around in AWE,, EACH SIGHING for the Sorrow in Others Hearts , ....BUT STILL THEY ASK ?? 'W H Y THE ROLL=CALL? > *BERRY BEETLE="here sir", *CAROL CROAKER = "here sir", >> THE ROLL CALL does continue this very moment! ! AND......is promised "TO GO ON" til the " GREAT-GATHERING"...>*FLOYD FLOUNDER= "here sir", ZELDA ZEBRA="here sir",....... the list IS STILL BEING CALLED AS "W E S P E A K "...simply waiting FOR the Gathering,, AND______the "calling " OF their NAME on the * ROLL-CALL*"
Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 4:05 AM UTC
Who told my mother of my shame,
Who told my fatlier of my dear?
Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude,
Who lurked to spy and peer.
Cold he lies, as cold as stone,
With his clotted curls about his face:
The comeliest corpse in all the world
And worthy of a queen's embrace.
You might have spared his soul, sister,
Have spared my soul, your own soul too:
Though I had not been born at all,
He'd never have looked at you.
My father may sleep in Paradise,
My mother at Heaven-gate:
But sister Maude shall get no sleep
Either early or late.
My father may wear a golden gown,
My mother a crown may win;
If my dear and I knocked at Heaven-gate
Perhaps they'd let us in:
But sister Maude, oh sister Maude,
Bide you with death and sin.
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it wasn't just the fingerprints that you left on my door hinge, it was all of the broken pieces i gave you for i thought you'd change.
— k. aoife maude
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
No body knows the Trouble I;ve Seen~Except my Aunt Maude and the Mowin machine.. No body knows the garbage I've tossed~Except for that stray dog~who by now Must be lost... No body knows the Trash I've tripped over~Except for that Yellow Horse that eats all the clover... No body know the Turmoils and Bruises~Except for those folks who take Long cruises... No body knows the Tormenting stress~Except for Garden hoses and the guy doing the Bench Press... No body knows the Aggravation I've got stored~ Except for a Majesty sitting on His Throne... No body knows the Deceit that I've been dealt~Except for that guy who always wears the Bright Blue belt... No body knows that awful dog Grover~Except the Fat Lady who sings ,When's it's all over... No body knows what Sloppy Joe Means~Except for the people who wear Hand-me-down Jeans... No body knows what it's like to feel Really Blue~Except for the people who try to make friends with fast drying Glue... No body knows where all these Roads might lead ~Except for those who know what it's like to be on your knees... "NO BODY KNOW THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN ! !
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
Robert told Olive
And Olive told Dee
That Emma likes Peter
But Peter likes me.
And Stephen saw Jamie
Tell Anna and George
That Vicky kissed Edward
And Clarence kissed Maude.
But Peter told Edward
And Edward told me
That Vicky saw Stephen
Tell Clarence and Dee
That Robert kissed Emma
So Anna told George
That Olive likes Jamie
But Jamie likes Maude
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
November brought
rain,
snow,
sweaters,
and kisses.
We discovered what our lips could do as we lay huddling together.
Under blankets,
in a house,
in a tree,
we discovered the sensation of
excitement in places we thought to be unexcitable.
Like our lips,
our tongues,
our fingertips
and our eyelashes.
I can't remember how many times we watched Harold and Maude,
I only know that we never got through it.
You told me I kiss like I'm in a hurry.
Like I need to catch a train
but I also need to kiss you,
and nothing on this earth can stop me from doing both.
And you kissed like you knew it was a good thing.
Which must be quite a sensation to have.
Just like those we felt in our lips, tongues, fingertips and eyelashes.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
sun fades to dawn;
sky blushed,cerise to maude
I'd love to live a day
in your mind, I'd stay
starstruck in the mirror
but there is nothing here to reflect,
only our eyes to record. Your teeth dissect
apple slices and shape a smile.
I love your eyes, I love how they forecast the sky
wavering,blossoming in slow motion
and carving a sleekit masterpiece that parodies the ocean.
I could stay like this forever, imbued in
beautiful silence, your beautiful presence;
I've no hesitance to let the time float by
around us, by your side I feel safer than ever.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
Road maps act like walls
Feeling like continents are purposely putting distance between us
I dream of you, and you of I
You miss me, as I miss you
The only thing to lighten the desire
Is to stare at the sky
To know you’re staring at the same stars
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
The retired vaudevillian engraves his love's epitaph while eating caramelized clusters
The local sodomites huddle around and mourn outside the morgue
Waiting for the body of their **** to be handed over
They've given her body an overhaul
She looks more alive than when she was living
Hobnobbing with the well-to-do
The retired vaudevillian comes to collect the body of his deceased wife
He looks down at the sodomites
For their outlandish appearance and choice of employment has resulted in mistrust
"Oh my love, why couldn't you have been the driver instead of the passenger whose body was jettisoned into the air and smashed upon the asphalt?"
"She could do ten thousand breast strokes, paint masterpieces with one brush stroke"
The sodomites began to taunt the vaudevillian
Calling him washed up
He retorted back calling them toothless heathen ******
A mercenary was called to end the dispute outside of the morgue
He killed half of the sodomites and tasered the vaudevillian
The undertaker wheeled out the body bag on dolly
But he lost control, and the body went careening down the hill into a cloudy bay
The party of mourners grouped around the bay and watched the body float on to the afterlife
She left behind her has-been husband and her **** ******* cohorts
I bet she would have appreciated this little organized dime store wake
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Robert told Olive
And Olive told Dee
That Emma likes Peter
But Peter likes me.
And Stephen saw Jamie
Tell Anna and George
That Vicky kissed Edward
And Clarence kissed Maude.
But Peter told Edward
And Edward told me
That Vicky saw Stephen
Tell Clarence and Dee
That Robert kissed Emma
So Anna told George
That Olive likes Jamie
But Jamie likes Maude
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I met a woman on a city bus named Maude.
I stuck my gum under the seat in a ***
She called me a sod,
I gave her a nod
and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God."
At the time, I know I was smilin'
in an effort to appear so beguilin'.
My beliefs, I'd been filin'.
Subjected God to no trialin'.
Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in.
Dear Father, who art in Heaven,
Is my faith but in Armageddon?
If I see no leaven,
I'll gather my brethren,
and return to the Seven Eleven.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
You're the Harold to my Maude,
Bad timing...
Except we've both died a few times
and now neither of us is living.
So I guess we're two Harolds
and we both wanted to be Maude.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
a sudden Bonanza viz ****** abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents *** hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory **** ******
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
if you're not sorry, i'm not sorry.
let's get drunk. let's get ****** up. let's forget each other's names and call each other charles and maude for no good reason.
let's go swimming in the river and freeze our ***** off.
this world, this world, this world. it's too big for us and we love disappearing in it.
if you're not sorry, i'm not sorry.
we'll write a song and these will be the only words.
we'll sing it sweet and out of tune around a campfire and watch our friends kiss the wrong people.
i wanna die smiling. i don't care when. i just wanna.
promise me you won't be around when i get boring.
promise me we won't even talk about it when the time comes for us to leave each other.
one of us will wake up and we'll just feel it. we'll just know.
that's how i want this to go.
a song with only a chorus. no bridge, no fade out, just a steady tune that doesn't get tired.
keep driving.
i wanna know what the air smells like in nevada. i wanna see it all.
if you're not sorry, i'm not sorry.
let's stop talking. keep this song on, it's my favorite.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
what
is
this
what
are
we
too
early
to
be
called
love
too
risky
to
be
in
love
*f
a
l
l
i
n
g
for
you*
i think,
i think i would
i might already did
because if i didn't
i wouldn't
ache
for
you.
—k. aoife maude
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
*"said my muse to me,
'look in thy heart and write.'"*
-Philip Sidney
1
"i have a song to show you," i said in the late morning
but did not play it until eleven that night.
your eyes seemed blue when i met you
i realized they are green or maybe temperamental.
as the train swept past the neighborhoods and the forests
in between them
and the white delicate soot of the snow lifted in the air
for a second, or two or three
one couldn't see anything from the window
on one side, this
on the other, you
one ethereal
the other, just frozen rain
2
in the museum,
the serious straight lines of malevich stared me down
i walked towards the other side of the room
when i turned around, the back of your head
ash blonde and head tilted
i looked at the art, then the floor, then the white walls
you looking at your favorite painting
you implied it was an honor and
i touched your shoulder
and called you the prettiest thing here.
you smiled. it was just the truth.
i said i would see my favorite painting
but i don't know where it is
you told me, with a laugh,
you did not mind traveling
i later found out
Portrait of Maude Abrantes
is in Haifa.
3
"where do we go?" you asked.
"good question. i don't know,"
figure out for yourself what i meant.
The subways were all closed
and only the 7 was running
*who gives a **** about the 7?* i'd always said
guess the joke was on me.
walking to the station, whichever one we could find
i looked up at you with snow dusted hair
and frostbitten hands
feeling something i hadn't felt in years
"let's hop on a train and get off wherever"
it took 15 minutes
but the D train rolled in
and up to 59th we went,
then the E down to west 14th.
We laughed at the incompetency of bureaucracy
and hopped from the train onto the platform,
watching the gap as we did.
4
there,
on west 14th
the Chelsea streets were wordless,
sleeping in on a saturday night
we walked past snowed in cars and i laughed at the
ridiculousness of it all
this is how badly i'd wanted to go to the city with you!
but i didn't mind
i walked a bit ahead
turned around
the beaux arts townhouses
on either side of us
strategically planned trees
and a pair of lost gloves
it was so quiet i couldn't hear my thoughts
just my heart's rhythm
in the station that night
you had told me you wished i had a place in brooklyn to go back to
"yeah, if we could even find a train that went there," i laughed.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Harold Chasen: I love you, I love you
Maude: That's Wonderful! Go love some more.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” ― W. B. Yeats
For all that we professed of love, we knew
this night would come, that we would bend alone
to tend wan fires’ dimming bars―the moan
of wind cruel as the Trumpet, gelid dew
an eerie presence on encrusted logs
we hoard like jewels, embrittled so ourselves.
The books that line these close, familiar shelves
loom down like dreary chaperones. Wild dogs,
too old for mates, cringe furtive in the park,
as, toothless now, I frame this parchment kiss.
I do not know the words for easy bliss
and so my shriveled fingers clutch this stark,
long-unenamored pen and will it: Move.
I loved you more than words, so let words prove.
This sonnet is written from the perspective of the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats in his loose translation or interpretation of the Pierre de Ronsard sonnet “When You Are Old.” The aging Yeats thinks of his Muse and the love of his life, the fiery Irish revolutionary Maude Gonne. As he seeks to warm himself by a fire conjured from ice-encrusted logs, he imagines her doing the same. Although Yeats had insisted that he wasn’t happy without Gonne, she said otherwise: “Oh yes, you are, because you make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry. The world should thank me for not marrying you!” Keywords/Tags: Yeats, Gonne, sonnet, Irish, Ireland, mature, love, night, fire, bars, books, shelves, chaperones, dogs, mates, parchment, kiss, bliss, fingers, pen, will, move, words, prove
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Skinny dippers
we
listening to the Honeydippers
sing SEA OF LOVE
on an old old
Dansette Minor
on a long long lead.
"Come with me, my love, to the sea
The sea of love!"
I splash the top of the sea
gilded with moonlight
its ripples reach and touch
your *******
you shriek and
dive
swim under water and
catch me by the..
"Aghhhhh!"
"Revenge is mine!"
sayeth the Maude.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC