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Merrily A. McCarthy
http://merrilymccarthy.purpledream.com
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Daddy's Red Rose
02/23/04 |
Still shimmering satin petals
Weep naught soon
Thy burnished glowing dust
Playfully zooms
Harken day-air
Delicate leaves come lightly forth
As Daddy's Red Rose
In cradled carnage blooms...
There withal it's blossoms
For all so vividly to see
That vibrant red rose
Rightly sung unto loathsome me
It's beauty a heavy burden
Rising from the broken crumbled crust
Because there grew a lovely rose
Where none ought growth be...
Deep into the dark edged night
Earth reached it's bleakest hour
Tho one small simple light shone
Flowing from a soaring cosmic power
Ah, yes, Daddy's Red Rose grew
It's roots binding filaments of dust,
Awaiting his graceful newness,
Kissed by a soft spring shower...
Too late to understand it's worth
It's value, not seen, unrecognized
The rose grew, spreading countrywide
Becoming a plant most criticized
It's beauty profusely wild, unglorified
As a plague, it's saturated beauty peaked
Daddy's once proud Red Rose
Withered all alone, in death despised...
Crying, the Red Rose dried.
Leaving behind a legacy:
Hardened thorns upon the stem of the rose...
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In Lovely Corners
03/09/04 |
Magical corners you create
Areas of the room you separate...
A leafless pale branch
Crawling up along the wall...
Pastel pink and cream roses
Tucked in the lip of the clay vase...
A light accenting the barren,
Emptiness, of still blank space...
A quiet corner, clinging to peace
Your gentle soul speaks to me...
Managing it's soft powerful message
Uniquely allowing it's own vision...
The turtle's back glows green
A money tree braided, glimpse...
A paper picture of two patient blue bulbs
I look at another different corner...
Here the message of music played
Where your heartfelt love, perhaps strayed...
You inspire your lovely corners
Upon the walls, pictures are posed
Where favorite memories displayed...
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Spring Is Born
04/24/04 |
Floral beauty, lovely and open to be seen
As our gardens turn from vibrant green
Blessed by our Lords most gracious hand
Bright spring flowers spreading like a fan...
Brilliance stirring excitement everywhere
Butterflies and birds appear as from the air
To our gardens children come to gleefully dance
While young couples stroll, dreaming of romance...
A flowering fragrance mingles with the dewy morn
The blended scent of life signals spring is born...
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Extreme Dating
05/10/04 |
The union provided him with
A coefficient of reflection
When he saw a chance of
His hearts opportunistic infection
And for his efforts he received
One grand urinary tract infection...
His youthful desires upended
Nervously feeling a diffraction grating
Finding himself again stuck
In a position, of being ready and waiting
His scalp hair stiffly rose anew
Thusly his mind began annotating
Blame it on the reality programming and social stew
He crept back into his armor plating
Nursing old war wounds in his cocoon
Restoring his unbalanced hormonal octane rating...
Putting his cell phone
On a permanent call waiting
He stood at the threshold
Watching her undress, debating
Do I perform my romantic act
Or do I spend the night, negating
And in the morn cry out
Why must I always be translating...
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When Water Bleeds
01/06/05 |
Cross legged
on the floor he sat
his thin body
resting against the wall
counting his money
his troubled eyes burned
saying words unspoken
of passions and desires
his shyness did not speak
finally he labored sound
I, have a headache
my heads hurts bad
too much tension perhaps?
the problem easy
an ordinary solution
take a nice warm shower
that's what I do
to relieve stress
yeah, I go home,
and do that
water, a shower
would be good
I wonder, are
these headaches
from me
you think?
his headaches
not caused by me
maybe an emotion
apparently
this he could not see
why give you headache
then heal it with water
I am sorry, but
are you superstitious?
the young man
sat folded by the exit
contemplating his hands
quietly he says
be careful
like I am in danger
the concern drips
like the solitary
trickle of blood
from a broken vessel
in his nose
it was the heat
it had been a hot day
and he had ignored
hydration principles
as the blood fell
quickly he got up
going directly to me
like a magnet
for salvation, for care
it was his blood
I was there
it was the timing
but he had first
thought of me
I handed him
a toilet tissue
all I had
for a wipe
my reaction
quick and of service
I was honored
he had come to me
for help and his need
I suggested a cure
you have to drink
more water
in this heat
he thought I had
given him headaches
made his nose bleed
but my healing method
like same, use water
a shower, bathe the outside
drink, soothe the inside
it was just nature
not dark magic
I washed my mouth
spat into the sink
the water faucet ran
the water gushed forth
for a brief moment
it bled
blood streaked the water
mixed together
for no apparent reason
out of nowhere
blood and water
flowed together
it was red in the clearness
when water bleeds
who will heal the water
he brought
this to my attention
it was cheng tao
(the correct way)
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The Shoulder Of Change
01/18/05 |
On impact
It was much firmer
Than it ever
Should have been...
His shoulder
Solid as a rock...
Hot in it's hardness
Like he was waiting
For a first touch
Long before (the moment)
Ever arrived...
He thinking,
Anticipating
Planning the way to respond...
I could see it
In his stormy stare...
I could feel
His release
Like he had been
Wanting my touch
For a long, long time
Tensing against me...
As my hand impacted
His shoulder
It felt much different
Under his shirt
Than the way
I thought it should feel,
Softer and warm...
His silence
Offered no invitation
For me to touch
Him
To sense his beauty...
He, saving himself
For his desire
He, longing for Asian girl,
For his culture
I, longed for him
Irresistibly attracted...
To his discipline
His self control...
Even though
His shoulder
Hardened to my touch...
His eyes burned
Embracing mine
Shredding his hunger
Deep within my heart
One touch and
We were done...
Forbidden
Love fleeing
Like shadows
Into bright sun...
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You Are
01/23/05 |
You Are...
like
the sky
covering the mountains...
the radiant magic
of a rainbow, vibrating
in puffs of clouds...
tears
melting from the sky...
rays
of eternal sunshine
whispering to
morning dew...
the moon
crossing the horizon
closing at the hint
of dawn...
the feeling of wind
as it dances
on ocean spray...
a kiss
of fragrance drifting
from petals
as they open
fresh and new...
a field
of pink blossoms
crossing my years...
and yet
I am nothing
if you do not love me...
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Christmas Lights
11/30/05
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Oh what a wonderful celebration
Of holiday cheer,
Down Huntington Boulevard.
We will meet you there
To feel the joy of the Christmas lights,
Decorations designating the year.
Strings of lights are everywhere,
Neatly decorating the houses
Whispering to the crisp air
In delicate twinkles of vivid green
Or bejeweled bombardments of thickness,
And heavenly hung snowy brights.
Lights are strung and hung on eaves
Around Santas, Elves, and Angels
Boxes, and Doe-eyed Reindeer.
Entwined amidst the scattering leaves
Tightly strung in a winters sneeze
On evergreen boughs...
In tendrils coiled like ice cycle hair
Looped, swirled and divinely
Preened
Ready for eager Christmas Queens
As edgings along a balanced walk
As icing dribbled down a gingerbread door
As a glittering golden star atop a tall fur tree
As a NOEL splashed on a Red Berry Bush
Or "God Bless Our Troops"
Spelled out on the roof
(One days free labor of love in lights)
For our God to see
And for our people
Whose Christmas spirits shine
From our hearts,
Brighter than all the lights
Strung in every yard
On Hungtington Boulevard.
Dedicated to Huntington Boulevard, Fresno, California
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I Remember Christmas
12/08/05
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As an event so warm,
that hearth fires glowed
like welcoming beacons
of life across the universe,
a moment of special
bonding between members
of family, friends, or others.
Perhaps it was not
the gifts from the giving,
but the giving of gifts
bestowed and smiles for rewards
that lightened our hearts
and turned our appetites
toward fellowship
and the nurturing of spirits.
Spirits I could always find
in the real world of fashioning
rum balls soaked in rum
or bejeweled fruit cakes
fuming in their gauze diapers
awash with fine brandies
and Christmas sugar cookies
fully warm, but frosted
in green and red and sparkles;
each delightful bite
transferring the shine to our eye.
Christmas tables fully laden
a world where roasted golden turkey
is king of the family feast
and delicious gravy slathers on potatoes
and cranberries are crushed in
their own white porcelain bowl.
On the side, an ambrosia salad
newly made with fresh fruits
and dollops of cream
and fine shaved coconut,
hot rolls so sweet
like portage bread
dripping with butter
and my mouth
watering, more at
the sight than the flavors.
Daddy always boiled chestnuts.
We opened them and ate
the fresh meat together.
It was the best of days
with the hand embroidered
table cloth, the tinkling china,
the silverest silver, ever...
rested at elbow for service;
my fork posed ready to spear
into thick moist white meat.
After or sometimes before
a Christmas breakfast or dinner,
the elegant "Christmas Tree"
sparkling and glowing
with it's ancient ornaments and tinsel!
And lights!
Beckoning, oh so comely how,
we celebrate thee sweet Jesus
and our Lord the Christ...
opening salvations gifts.
It was not the gift,
it was the giving:
the socks and the underwear
five years of towels,
because we needed them,
and mother got her almond rocca.
It was the laughter
and the Christmas carols
and the hot cider
for the entire day
and the love felt
for the whole day.
Eventide, we were done
that was our tradition.
We put Jesus away
Packed up Mary and Joseph
laid then all to rest
in their sacred box
until next Christmas.
Our Christmas holiday
I remember Joe and Glee,
Exeter dairy farmers,
my Mom and Dad,
and continue
to celebrate Christmas
in my heart.
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Christmas Blues
12/17/05
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My headache is splitting
From spending money
On what they are getting
I'm tired of buying
Then waiting for the expected
Sounds of disappointed sighing
I can't stand the sound
Of Santa's Reindeers dainty shoes
Another earful of Christmas Blues.
If I see another Christmas cookie
I think right where I stand
I'll bend over and barf...
Cause if I look at the mess
Those green and red sprinkles
Will be spread all round
Like the twinkles of sprinkles
On Grandma's Christmas scarf...
I have licked so many stamps
That my tongue keeps sticking
To the roof of my mouth
And, I keep watching the sky
For a glimpse of Santa's
Red and white butt flying South...
The hot lights on my tree
Have turned it brown and ash gray
And Christmas is but kept
Another painful week away
If I crawl in bed
With a hot towel for a wrap
The little woman laughs
Her tinkling laughter
As hard as chaff...
I crawl under the covers
And beg her do please
Not another drive uptown
As I show her my bleeding torn knees...
Her sympathy oozes
From a bottle of medicinal balm
As she smears me with
More of her daily gooey calm...
Of course we drive off by SUV
Into the whirring blinding snow
I feel the Christmas Blues
And grip the wheel hard, hoping they go...
Two crates of presents
She drops on the floor
Well they weren't present til wrapped
tossing my empty wallet of credit
Assigning me this unhappy chore...
I just want to yell at her
Out right and unpleasantly,
I just can't stand you,
Nor all this Christmas cheer,
And those heels you wear,
Have the sound of a reindeer...
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