Blarney Stone

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St. Patrick’s Day in coming soon—

Eagle and Child Inkling

The blarney stone that must be kissed,

upon the young and old secret wish.

As leprechauns hide in the trees

Equinox calls for winter’s eve.

Promising to find a rainbow’s gold

while tales of Gaelic undertake of old.

Now the Celts beckon their clover green,

caftan plaid skirts give away the genome,

Threnody hushed from the past…

as renaissance of wishes forever last.

©  CMM  2013

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A Lovely Star

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What a lovely star I saw, just before the dawn,

large and bright in morning light twinkling out so far

I questioned if it was a plane and watched a while to see

it did not move this wonder star among the sky so darkly

I watched and thought, it could be one saying hi

One who passed on before, that now so far resides

I walked on for a while and relished in its light

Looking and watching and taking joy in Mars’ sparkling sight

I had to go back inside and get ready for the day

But I knew as the sun did rise, the star was never far away.

©  Copyrighted:   CMM  2014

Eternal Rose

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Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.

This rose came only once and was not made of silk.

PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,

taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.

Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,

drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.

He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,

this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.

However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.

The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.

This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,

now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.

Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,

crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.

Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,

eternal rose, deep within was nurtured to the tomb.

copyrighted:  ©  CMM  2004

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Love According to Shakespeare

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Shakespeare in his bloomers svelte
wrote of love and how he felt.
Yet he seemed to be confused
even in his witty muse.

He loved a lady fair with scarlet,
yet he often referred her harlot.
He loved a young male of letters wrote,
but begged him times a sorrowful note.

His mind of genius and of words,
repeated times are often heard.
In plays and sonnets and in verse,
thespians memories do rehearse.

So goes his thoughts of madness,
the soulful writer’s joy and sadness.
A Valentine’s Day of day’s remembrance
seek out your own Shakespearean semblance.

Copyrighted: 2007 CMM
Photo Copyrighted: 2003 CMM

(Dedicated to my son, and his Shakespearean Studies)