Lazying in Bed


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I love my summer days, of waking up late at my leisure.  But during the week, my husband works and it leaves me to wake up alone, and it’s just not as much fun as when we wake up together on the weekends.

Lazying around in bed

is just not as much fun

without you by my side.

No one to talk to,

No one to touch or caress.

No one to play our little

love games with.

Yea, lazying around in bed

feels good  …for a while,

then it becomes boring

because you’re not here,

making me laugh,

making me feel pretty and sexy,

making me feel good

on the inside

and on the outside.

Lazying around in bed is good,

but it’s much more delicious

when you are here…

being lazy in bed with me.


Loly M.

July 15, 2014


A daughter at last


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On the eve of my daughter’s graduation from college, I thought about that first night that I held her in my arms as I sat on my living room sofa. I was incredulous, and extremely grateful that after two sons, I finally had the daughter I had wished for.  I thought about her journey as a little girl, those delightful moments forever ingrained in my head.  I remembered the anxiety ridden teen years.  Now she is a grown young woman, learning about life and its many paths.
A daughter at last

Baby girl
in my arms
wishes come true
happy am I.

Little girl
sweet as can be
easy going
smiling silly girl
dressed in mommy’s shoes.

Teenage girl
timid, shy,
anxious thoughts
dreams in her head
lost in a fantasy.

Young woman
learning to cope
experiencing life
in short little bits
dreaming about.
things to be

Loly M.
May 18, 2014

Sumer is icumen in


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When I was in high school, one of my English projects was to compile 12 poems. The poems could be poems that had been written by someone else or poems that I had written. I still remember working on this project the day before and late at night, because like all students, I had procrastinated. I also remember my mom feeling bad for me because I was working “so hard”. I looked through books and magazines searching for poems that spoke to me; and when I could not find enough poems, I found pictures that spoke to me, and wrote poems. There are a few poems I still remember because they are beautiful. This one is one of them. It’s a medieval song and is sung using medieval language. Every summer, I am reminded of this song.

Sumer is icumen in

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
And springþ þe wde nu,
Sing cuccu!

Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu.
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,
Murie sing cuccu!

Cuccu, cuccu,
wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu.
Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!


Summer has come in,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
The seed grows and the meadow blooms
And the wood springs anew,
Sing, Cuckoo!

The ewe bleats after the lamb
The cow lows after the calf.
The bullock stirs, the stag farts,
Merrily sing, Cuckoo!

Cuckoo, cuckoo, well you sing,cuckoo;
Don’t ever you stop now, Sing cuckoo now.
Sing, Cuckoo.
Sing Cuckoo. Sing cuckoo now!

There are a lot of renditions of this song but I felt this one posted by La Harpe de melodie, was the purest one, as it had very little accompaniment that interferes with the singing; much like I envision it to have been back in its day.

Sumer is icumen in song.




waking up
the man I love
seeing the sun
feeling the warmth
facing the day
feeling alive
a smile on my face
doing my thing
heading home
to the man I love
feeling his warmth
being revived
once more

Loly M. May 13, 2014

I will be heading June’s Writer’s Night Out and decided that the theme for the night is to learn how to write “Listing Poems”. Once I’ve explained what a listing poem is, I will present this poem, which I wrote for the occasion, as an example.