Gems that brighten the day, left her love, poor Sue Dunham (3 poems)

Gems that brighten the day

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Or so our Marilyn crooned…
But I have something better, you see;
They outshine the sun and the moon.
These people are gems of the highest esteem,
They shine wherever they are…
Loving and cheerful, bright as a pin,
Settled here and there and far.
I am deeply pleased to address them.
How quality friends shone…
lovely men and women
The sweetest ever.
And that’s why I wish the best
With news full of love…
We fit in, my dear friends,
Like a soft, satin glove.
May our days always be so humble…
May our nights be fragrant with flowers;
May we rarely fall or stumble…
And our lives were filled with the brightest hours.

He left his love…

He left his love so sweet and pure,
Standing there on the shore…
And I would never say the name again
Of the man she adored.
He wandered far to see the world,
It’s rich to behold…
And couldn’t find such a big prize
Like the one he had willingly sold.
He traveled far to find his dream
On the shimmering waves…
And found instead the vast cold sea,
Beneath the empty caves.
Later he returned to his beloved home,
The place where he was born…
And I searched the shore for the face of one
to whom he swore his love.
He lived the rest of his days,
A lonely and empty life…
And he cried when he thought of the woman he had loved
But he had never played his wife.
He died alone on that same beach,
Where had he last seen her face…
And never got the love back
Of the one he had left in that place.

Poor Sue Dunham

Poor Sue Dunham, crazy as crazy
He danced pure naked under the bright white moon.
Raised by people on guilt and fear…
Mom crocheted and dad was weird.
Daughter of the sun and daughter of the trees,
He drank from the flowers in the midday breeze.
Taught to obey such silly rules…
Forced to attend the boring gray school.

Poor Sue Dunham, bare-kneed and tanned,
Skated by a bold and free sidewalk.
Reprimanded for running when she should have walked…
Bored to tears by empty talk.
A child of the freshly tossed wave of the ocean,
He found sparkling gems to love and save.
They told me to live where the air was crowded…
In a corner of the earth like the bowels of the devil.

Poor Sue Dunham, a woman in years,
He refused to live out of guilt and fears.
Punished by men for her brilliant spirit…
She sleeps alone in the moonlit night.
A son of love and true friendship,
She gave herself wholeheartedly to him and to you.
Pushed by rules that seek to kill…
You will find poor Sue buried on that hill.