Tears For the Lost

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie
Tears for the Lost Version 5

Dementia destroys beautiful minds like his.

Love,

Cie

Fetch: Sexy Walks In: A Poem by Pepper Baiij for Gerry Clifford

Sexy walks in

And he

Doesn’t look like the cover of GQ

He isn’t tall or muscle-bound

He’s not decked out in the latest fashion

He really hasn’t any idea

Of the fire he ignites

Like a million megaton bomb

Boom, Baby!

**************

Sexy walks in

And honestly

He’s a quiet little mouse

A shy little thing that most women

Wouldn’t pay the least bit of attention

They don’t know what they’ll miss

But I know that his kiss

Would start a fire in me

That will burn forever

*******************

Sexy walks in

And he doesn’t have any idea

That he has stolen my heart

That I’d do anything to be his lover

But I want so much more

Than undercover passion

I want to be his forever

Beyond the end of time

I want to be his only love

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Sexy walks in

And walks out with my heart

150 Words

by

Pepper Baiij

for

Gerry Clifford

Prompts Used:

My Sexy Saturday

(Unofficial)

Weekend Writing Warriors

Monody For The Grounded Traveler

The gates of the cemetery where there is a memorial bench with my father's name inscribed

His colleagues didn’t understand him or his work, yet they were always offering him suggestions for how to do it better.

He taught liberal arts disciplines in a school where science was law and letter

He was often angry and unhappy during his first year at the college

It seemed his colleagues really didn't respect him or his knowledge

Over the years his colleagues changed, and his situation improved as well

He no longer felt such a burning, pressing need to reform and rebel

Sadly, he never got to fulfill his dreams of travel

Shortly after retirement, his plans all came unraveled

A stroke felled him just four days after his birthday 2004

The restless wanderer within couldn't go roaming any more

He died late in 2010 after several years decline

I hope he now is traveling to every place he had in mind

And then some.

For my dad

31 May 1936 - 28 November 2010

From Your Butterfly on your 80th Birthday  

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My childhood nickname was Butterfly because of my love for butterflies

May I

The Last of the Maypole Dancers

By Ilsa Elford

Could maypole dancing

Help me to perhaps believe

In magic again

CIE

Prompt used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Last lune for this year's challenge

Thanks for visiting the greatest cosmic gaffe ever made and reading my so called poetry

I Remember

I remember when I found out I was going to lose you
There was nothing that could he done to save you
That you would be dead before the weekend was done

I remember feeling as if a nuclear bomb had hit
That I was still alive seemed a cruel joke
How could I be expected to live without you?

I remember feeling frozen inside after you were released from your dying body
Instead of releasing the pain in my soul through tears
I became cold and angry

Little friend who brought joy to my sad heart
Forever I remember

CIE

Prompts:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Because I am using my tablet tonight, I could not really follow the prompt exactly as written. The photos of Lafayette were taken by me, and I limited my word count to 100.

Napowrimo.net

Write about something you remember

I hope you folkers realize that it is very difficult to compose a poem when tears are fogging up your glasses and blurring your already less than perfect vision.

My Eyes Have Seen Me

My Eyes Have Seen, Version 4

Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

Model: The Real Cie

My Eyes Have Seen Me

51 and still wondering why life hurts so much

Lost dad, became half an orphan at 45

Diagnosed bipolar, borderline and obsessive-compulsive at 38

Divorced at 29

Mother at 25

Married at 23

Met son’s dad at 18

First suicide attempt at 16

Troubled teen

Ghost whisperer

Alien, born 1965

~Cie~

This shaky selfie actually is a pretty accurate illustration of what it's like to be inside my soul on a bad day. Today was a pretty bad day. This has been a really bad spring for my depression.

 

Prompts Used:

 

Tea Time in the Netherworld

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Sadly I never got to meet any of you while you were alive

But once we are all in spirit together, I'm hoping you might want

To come have a spot of tea with me, so I can sit and listen to

You relive your lives in stories of wild times, triumph and tragedy

You were more than your stories, I know, you were real people, heart and soul

Lemmy, who pulled no punches, rough outsides but a heart of gold within

David, a real star who brought magic from the stars, a true gentleman

Alan the thespian, bringing Severus Snape to amazing life

Prince, diminutive giant, royally blessed with talent supreme

Chyna, gentle, troubled soul, no-one really ever understood

Sad, delicate Malcolm, body still here but spirit already gone

Our sweet beasties; if you think cats don't drink tea, you didn't know our cats

I'm not trying to be pushy, I hope I'm not asking for too much

But if you have a moment in your busy afterlife, you might like

To perhaps take just a minute and stop to have a wee spot of tea

To maybe stay a while, and spend the afternoon with Adam and Cie

Created by Adam and Cie

The invitation is always open!

Prompts used:

(Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie)