A Poem by Mythangelo
April 8, 2004
She sat by her pillow in her nights of sweet slumber,
She lay in her arms when the world was all wonder.
She was given to her by the one she adored,
by the one who had sworn to protect her before.
When she laughed and she cried, she was there by her side,
She was hers when she laughed, even more when she cried.
A Short Poem
by Mythangelo
Black Santa is dead.
He lies silently against the wall.
Oh! Sight of his flattened limbs,
haunting wails like a broken doll.
He died alone. I know not whence
he met his doom.
Now I search, desperate for a culprit
Guilty faces in the room.
I was looking through my archives last night and I came across this cute little poem. Yes, believe it or not it is an original, written by me a few years ago. It us considered by many experts… ok, mostly by me, to be a true American Classic right up there with Tom Sawyer, Norman Rockwell and Hustler Magazine.
OK, here it goes:
One Night by Lili Lake
A Love Poem by Mythangelo
There is a lake in Lili Town
Sometimes it’s up, sometimes it’s down.
The water’s blue, the grass is green,
Sometimes the water’s almost clean.
But once in May of sixty-three,
I was in love with Clara Lee.
We used to go down to the lake,
and all night long we’d stay awake.
We’d see the sky and dream our dreams,
of love and birds and clouds of cream.
And on that fateful night of May,
We went alone and I would say
I never saw a better night,
The mood was set the time was right.
I looked into her eyes of blue,
and told her “Clara, I long for you.
I love you Clara, You know I do,
But tomorrow I’m marrying Mary Lou.”
She jumped into the lake that night.
Perhaps the time was not quite right…
They found her body but all the same
I’ll never drink from that lake again.
Originally Published 08/28/2009