There are barns that reek with cruelty,
with white washboards of dirty gray decay.
They stand barren against the bleakly sky
broken and worn from another day.
The wind now blows through them,
making sounds when the boards vibrate.
The barn keeps rhythms of the past,
whether good or whether it forsaken.
The winter’s expressions slide down the eaves,
of snow and ice and barren ground.
Now alone with all the memories,
making cracking gray barn sounds.
Happy Valentine’s Day
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.
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Photo Copyrighted: 2003 CMM
The crystal clings with toast of things remembered from the year.
The wine pours red and we nod our head to loved ones we hold dear.
A kiss held softly an embrace held tightly all to say I love you.
That moment of kindness of auld lang syne with feelings of old and new
Brace the old man who now lifts his staff among the stars of time
As we pray to the mystery of luck and fortune let’s sing to old lang syne.
We will remember and not forget and hold all unforgotten with years.
We will laugh among us, and cry for the lost ones all remembered in tears…
© CMM 2014
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As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
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Brown aroma filters through
the porcelain pot wrapped in
a holiday Christmas print
Tea covey placed around,
Tied at the top with a green ribbon.
Pouring into the cup the sound
of generations past of many pourings,
expressed within generations,
a knowing of shared time.
The warmth of the spiced tea
brings smiles caused by conversations,
of simpler relationships in an eloquent
fluent exchange of Christmas gentility
Christmas 2013 © CMM
Second City
“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”
― Charles Baudelaire
A season of change…
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