"maynard" poems
Butte Magic of Ignorance
Butte Magic
Is the same as no-Butte
All one light
Old Rough Roads
One High Iron
Mainway
Denver is the same
'The guy I was with his uncle was
the govornor of Wyoming'
'Course he paid me back'
Ten Days
Two Weeks
Stock and Joint
'Was an old crook anyway'
The same voice on the same ship
The Supreme Vehicle
S.S. Excalibur
Maynard
Mainline
Mountain
Merudvhaga
Mersion of Missy
4.7k
I've learned a lot this year.
I've learned that things don't always go the way we want them to go.
That life is not always gonna hand you roses.
That you make your family.
That my best friends have continually given me and Audi love even when I push them away.
That God is the only way I'm gonna get through the darkest moments.
That it's ok to cry.
That a broken heart will fix it itself over time.
That my normal has shattered and I have to make a new normal.
That my family has been my rock.
That my husbands best friends miss Maynard as much as I do.
That my husbands best friends have stepped up on more then one occasion to be there for Audi and for me.
That I love hugs! Lol
That Audi is the reason I'm still alive
That true saying that your heart breaks when your kids are hurting.
That Maynard will be missed by so many.
That I'm a good mom.
That my parents have far exceeded making Audi and I feel loved.
That I am a strong single mom! And I can do this and I have to do this.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Maynard the Martyr
moored in the marshland
misrepresented
and misinformed
much maligned
melancholy
misfortunate and small-minded
unmotivated
a real Melvin –
macho magpies munch
mangos and marshmallows
in the moonlight
mired in muck and mud
misshapen
mutated
malformed
mushrooms
manifest momentarily
mocking Miss Marple –
marbleized Maples
mobilize
marching to madness
in moccasins
across Morocco
to Monico
or Mexico
perhaps Montana?
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
When life's going well and our health is good,
We've got the drive and means to go far,
And we seem to have the world by the tail,
Do we appreciate how lucky we are?
My thoughts are on a particular person:
Brittany Maynard--a daughter, a wife--
Young, vivacious, compassionate, caring,
Full of dreams, at the prime of her life,
Until she found she had brain cancer--
Glioblastoma--an aggressive assault--
Which turned Brittany's life upside down
And brought her dreams to a sudden halt.
Given six more months to live,
She pondered her options and moved to a state
Where she could decide to die with dignity
Before it ended up being too late.
Terminally ill Oregon residents
Who are mentally competent can make use
Of the Death with Dignity Act of Oregon.
Established safeguards prevent its abuse.
Verbal, cognitive, and motor loss,
Possible morphine-resistant pain,
Major changes in personality,
Paralyzing seizures--hard to contain--
Were what Brittany had to look forward to.
Such an existence, so grim and so bleak,
Was not what she wanted her family to experience:
Her constant suffering, week after week.
In her last months, Brittany had traveled.
She'd shared her feelings; for example, she'd say
It's important to do what's important to us.
In other words, we should seize the day.
To her family in November 2014
Brittany said her final good-byes
And peacefully went on the final journey--
The one that transcends both the earth and the skies.
I wouldn't wait around for a miracle
If I had to deal with what Brittany went through:
Inoperable brain cancer!
I'd hightail it to Oregon, too.
- by Bob B
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
You shot the cancer into me
The depression took over my body
Like the cold took over your heart
They made you like this
Your Messiahs
Singing with you
In your choir of angst
Will she die for you like I did?
Take your orders
Yell at me, Maynard!
Become your fate!
Become 27!
Your 10,000 days mean nothing to you
Wasting them away without me
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Stereotyping often portrays poets as being brooders, loners,psychotics, manic-depressives, addicts, or just plain "nuts." In other words (in terms of their peers), "normal people." They should be 'French', or know at least three French words, and be able to wear a striped, long sleeve pull-over, topped with a black beret(neck-scarf optional). Should be able to write stuff no one understands, yet readers will pretend they do as long as it reads and sounds 'intellectual'. Must be able to stomach the taste of Espresso, which must come from Starbucks, and enjoy the so-called 'Bohemian' life style. Must be able to sit comfortably with a set of bongo drums between their knees, and continue living in the 50's, the 'Beat Generation." "Maynard G. Krebbs" is their idol.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Damaged beyond repair
I will never love again
Drag in another teenage innocent with your Cobain/Keenan angst
I'll take two drags for every one I took with you
You can't feel me
But I can feel you
My anchor, keeping me close
How can I fall in love with Johnny Football if James is the one I'm longing for?
You've made this bed, & I can't fall asleep in it
Now I am left alone, no instruction book
James was always there to tell me what to do
What to hate
How to worship
How to ****
& comb your hair
James & Johnny Football are very different
I am Christ
James is praying to Maynard for the second
Return to me, James!
I want you
She doesn't
But now you're breathing
& I'm drowning
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
"So familiar and overwhelmingly warm,
This one, this form I hold now,
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so,
Wide eyed and hopeful,
Wide eyed and hopefully wild,
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now,
Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in...
This body makes me feel eternal,
All this pain is an illusion.."
~ Maynard James Keenan
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
This evening I was listening,
To the ebb and flow,
Maynard James Keenan was telling me a tale,
One of struggle and heartbreak,
The passing of a person he loved,
After 27 years in tribulation,
That she would finally be free.
It reminds me of when I was a child ,
When a person very close to me died,
Cancer ravaged their body,
A brilliant mind imprisoned in a failing vessel.
He was smarter than any of us,
And because he knew what the endgame would be,
That there would be no last minute solution,
No magic cure,
Because he knew that he was calm.
The way he carried himself,
Knowing that terrible truth,
Was nothing short of legendary,
Every stride with purpose,
An in-extinguishable fire in his eyes.
And in the end he greeted the end that we all must eventually face like a cool summer breeze,
Knowing that he would no longer feel the pain,
That of his body turning on itself.
He was better than us all,
Someone we should all aspire to be,
We're glad he has peace,
That he was finally called home.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
It's true I am being paid
But it's not just for my time
They get much more than that
It wasn't till I pulled up
my driveway from an hour
and a half commute
that I realized I have
gone nearly a week without thinking
my own thoughts.
Yes I get a stipend for my time
But my mind has been hijacked
and I let them...
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
There's no words in the Webster dictionary that could express how much I miss you.
I would give anything just to sit with you for an hour. Catch up on life. Talk about how much Audreys changed since you left this earth.
I breathe differently now. I talk with sadness in my voice. I laugh with a little bit of heartache constantly. But when I cry.... I stop. I have a wall I hit every time I'm ready to release the flood gates. I have so much anger built up inside me. Why you?? Why is my future gonna be without you. Why does Audrey have to go to her first day of kindergarten with out you? When will I understand your not ever coming back. Why do I cope with all this with humor. Why can't I just scream and let it all out?? You will always be my first love. And you will always be Audreys hero.
I miss you Maynard.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Justin Chancellor is blowing my mind,
His timing as he hammers on his bass,
Setting the tone in the picture Maynard James Keenan paints as he rips through the events,
A great separation between sects of the faith,
The horrid fate of a monolith,
To crumble and burn,
Alone and lost,
Adrift a raft of ashes,
Floating out to sea.
The taste of tobacco, tar, and ash is too much at that moment,
I stub out the smoke,
Taking a swig of cheap beer,
To wash down the rancid taste.
The song changes again,
Keenan belting out about his dark passenger,
Making all his victories taste of ash,
A most dreaded specter indeed.
My mouth is no longer bone dry,
I really need to quit,
Trust me.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
A British actor entertained people as Selwyn Froggitt and The Gaffer.
During his 89 years of life, Bill Maynard gave millions the gift of laughter.
He starred in a few episodes of both 'Worzel Gummidge' and 'Heartbeat'.
He starred once in both 'The Ugliest Girl In Town' and 'Coronation Street'.
When he died, it was hard for all of his fans to get a grip.
He died in a hospital not long after falling and breaking his hip.
It was twelve months ago when he passed away.
Sadly, we lost a talented actor one year ago today.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
I'm sick of all this bull... I'm sick of trying to be strong. I'm sick of being the strong one. I'm sick of being sad. I'm sick of acting like I'm ok. I'm sick of the sad looks I get: I'm sick of life in general. I'm so so sick of people saying he would never had left Audi. What the hell I know that but what about me?? Yes I'm being selfish... What the hell about me.... I was with Maynard for over 12 years... he was my rock, my world my everything. I'm just so tired of everything.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC