Mary Naylor

Mary Naylor Poems

Grinning pumpkins, falling leaves,
Dancing scarecrows, twirling breeze,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Autumn is a woman growing old,
...

Time is a hummingbird,
building its nest, laying its eggs,
dipping its beak into flowery deeps;
a shimmering prayer, hovering in the air.
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Angel tears, angel tears falling softly as rain,
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In the morning when I awake,
To the sound of birds by the lake.
As I lay there looking up,
Peace seems to fill me like a cup.
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I be awerkin' at fixin' dinner,
and my man, he be awerkin' in the fields,
and well, I just startin' inta dreamin'
'bout me a-dancin' in Paris.
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Galloping, galloping in the night sky,
a pale dream horse and his dream herd float by.
There's no sound from their hooves,
There's no pound of their hearts,
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JONATHAN NATHAN GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!

Little Jonathan Nathan looked at his mama.
“Juan wasn’t at school today.
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Skeletons skip, ghosts dance,
'Trick or treat! ' 'Trick or treat! '
floats through the night.
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Coronation
(Haiku written by Mary Naylor July 18,2007

The butterfly drifts
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A May Basket

May is a flower opening in the grass.
May is a golden smile that warms you as you pass.
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A crazy quilt of leaves covers the ground,
A riot of confetti drifts earthward bound.
Summer is over, and summer’s last dawn.
Earth, sound your golden trumpets, summer is gone!
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Lindas muchachas* from Mexico,
Adorned with tissue flowers of red,
White and green. Eyes smiling, hands clapping so!
Dance! Dance with Padre Hidalgo. Spread
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As the ocean clasps the shore,
As the sun warms the air,
As the rain wets the earth,
As the breeze embraces the trees,
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Slender, willowy, her gown billowing
around her, she waited, trembling.
White flowers spilled over her like
a wedding veil. The clouds were huge
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Out of the sapphire shadows he creeps,
and into the dead of night he seeps.
In his prison grays, hiding from the light
of day, they call him, 'Bandit.'
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Beggar lady, in the white mist,
They say you carry a ragbag heart,
hidden inside your rattletrap cart.
I wonder, were you once loved and kissed?
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17.

In its vast blue vault, the golden cup spills
over Earth's parched brow, unto its fevered, furrowed hills,
a clear ethereal wine, hot and pure, that mingles
with quietly devout, gaunt, prickly fingers,
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How do you like the roast beef?
Great Glory! Is that what it is?
Don't be blase'!
Well, it's Roast Beef a la Blah!
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She liked to pray by the knotted old tree
On the hill facing the restless sea.
She called it her, “Prayer Tree, ”
Because, she said, “It’s old and gnarled like me.”
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The wind,
Strums the strings,
Of the trees,
Tortured, distorted harps,
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Mary Naylor Biography

Update: Recently, Billy's World of Poetry http: //billmanson.yolasite.com/chose me as Poet of the Year 2007, and presented me with a trophy.) I attended UCLA for two years and obtained my AA in Business Education. I married, had one child, divorced and became a single parent. I obtained my bachelor and my teaching credential by studying after work. Before retiring, I was an elementary teacher and a mentor teacher.)

The Best Poem Of Mary Naylor

Autumn Dreams

Grinning pumpkins, falling leaves,
Dancing scarecrows, twirling breeze,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go,
Her youthful radiance has faded, and that's sad,
But underneath she discovers a
spread of colors she didn't know she had. Little children screech and run,
Ghosts and goblins having fun,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Around her a kaleidoscope of leaves are whirling.
Deep within her visions stir of new life that will be,
A budding, a flowering, a promise unfurling.
Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go. Calico kittens, rain falling rat-a-tat-tat,
Big full moon, funny black cats,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air!

Mary Naylor Comments

Foor Skinn 24 January 2018

CINCO DE MAYO MUCHACHOS THE TIME HAS COME HIDE YOUR WOMEN EAT YOUR CHILDREN AND KILL THE WHITE WOMAN WHO DISRESPECTS OUR DAY

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Hue Jass 23 January 2018

CINCO DE MAYO CINCO DE MAYO CINCO DE MAYO CINCO DE MAYO EAT THE WHITE WOMAN

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Sandra Fowler 07 December 2006

Mary Naylor is one of my favorite poets at poemhunter. Her work is beautiful, eloquent and compassionate. It is deserving of much applause. Sandra Fowler

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