A Valentine's Day Poem for Rickey

A Valentine’s Day Poem for Rickey
by B. E. Meyer-Spidell 2014

I told you I’d write a poem for you
of starlight waves and distant shores 
where wild berry mirth are mickle lores and
throngs of dew on honey suckle 
are cleave and woven with cedar buckles
and you and me and these words are free
to run and play with wanderlust 
evoke the light as we must
from heaven above in worlds adorn
abundant nectar sweetly born

the true fondness of our play
are trumpeted strings in tabard’ bay
and all scribed and perfectly written
musical musings are befitting
we’ll march in cadence to sonatas
and fill an ocean with grand regattas
here are these simple words for you

I told you I’d write a poem for you of piano marches rife with richness
where earth meets land at it’s core and witness
throngs of love on honey suckle
do cleave and sparkle with delight
and our will free and all our might
bring golden rod marvel to the edge
bowed archers arrows willingly pledge
to reach into your heart and pluck out
stir your dreams with no end and doubt

wild rivers streams bough and bend
and flowered realms reel with joy and sound
unfettered haven wild with broth
of life and length and woolen cloth
steamed and strewn near orchid lakes
of candled romance and gentle quakes
roll with languish on lips of sovereign soil
and gleaming patterns of care are royal
thoughts be dear and without clamour
spake with kind love and splendor

You Swing Like You Love Me Like You Do- by Barbara Meyer-Spidell written on 1-1-2009

You Swing Like You Love Me Like You Do- by Barbara Meyer-Spidell written on 1-1-2009 (A Swing Song)



You feel like a tower cat prompt from a veritable taboo swing

Like a mellon chop top with a hairdo wing

like a gammoo rider with a bitten down ding

like a swig o lantern with a diamond ring

You swing like you love me like you do




You dance like a wigo meter with a torpedo ratchet

like a dynamite stick with a curried thatchet

like a wonderodromedus swanker hindu portanker

like you love me know matter how hard I try



You sing like a cat canary with a vodoo chest temprid

like a sungsong dropper in eyelet lashes

like willow in a song about braches

You swing like you love me like you do



You swing like you love me like you do

like you love me know matter how hard I try

You swing like you love me like you do

like you love me know matter how hard I try

When Will It Be (an R & B style song) written by Barbara Meyer-Spidell on 6-17-09

When is it
(when is it)
when will you be
How long must I wait till you
bring your love back to me


when is the day
(the day)
planned out to see
when you come home
(come home)
bringing your love back to me

I remember
The thoughts so strong
How you held me close
so soft and so long

Away you went
setting me free
now you'll return
(return)
and come back to me

When is it
(when is it)
When will it be
That you come back
bringing your love to me


I said when is it
(when is it)
When will it be
The day
(the day)
You bringing your love back to me
your love
your love (echo)
your love
your love (echo)
I will see
when you come home
(come home)
and bring your love
back to me eeee eeeeee

This was written for Andrew Passow, a few days before his return from China, after being gone 2 or more years.

Minimist Dreams

Dreams.
I met a woman named 'Dream'. Patrix wife. My poem has shut down.

Current Events

"My Mama told me that a skinny man is an unhappy man.
She said that a man with a belly is a happy man.
I like a man with a belly. Only happy and content men have belly's."

......and then he said "....".

"I know that I am lean but I have plenty of meat in the right places. Trust me on that, too much, if you know what I mean. Really. That is what counts. Happiness right?"

.....and then he said ".....".

"Okay, if you really want to get that for me, I do accept it. Thank you."


" So, now, a trip? I suppose I can get away. I do have my passport, just so you know. I know already, that I can break away. That would be sweet. I really want to thank you for thinking of including me. I Reeaallyy like that idea. Wow. You are stunning."

The Miser and the Middlecat written by Barbara Ellen Meyer-Spidell circa 1993

The Miser and the Middlecat by Barbara Ellen Meyer-Spidell circa 1993
for my children....

The Miser and the Middlecat, The Middlecat of three
The Miser told the Midlecat and he told me
The Valley is rising as the sun sinks low
The ground does rise, but oh so slow


So I climbed upon my wooden horse
with the knowledge so brief
and I galloped off to see the Indian Chief of the Chief
The Chief said 'How' in reference to what I'd said
I had to admit then and there to what I'd been fed


So I gallopped back to the place where I'd my start,
to find the Middlecat lying there with a broken heart
He said the miser'd been his friend only when he'd his way
but then he'd questioned the words the miser had to say


Now he's lost his only friend and had nothing left
He was dying of a broken heart
but had one request:
Find my other Brothers and tell them what has come;
tell them to learn from my mistakes and what I'd done.

So I began my journey to find Zululand
A place where the cat had lived when ALL this had began


To make this story short:
The Middlecat hadn't died
He'd fed me another story- just another lie
There is no Zululand, it's a place long past
There is no sinking valley, only rising grass
There is no Miser or a Middlecat of three
There is only the Indian Chief, Wooden horse and Me.

My Love

I wrote this utterly in love with a man who was never mine.....

...the poem is weak but the love was strong, I could write the most gallant of all poems and it would never do him justice....I was maybe 24 at the time of writing this and going through a divorce...


you are the one who I love
i am spellbound by your way
if only I could have one wish come true
i would ask to have you for only one day
on that day i would tell you how i trult felt
explain the complications of my life to you
i would passionately listen to your response
and then ask for you to be with me for one more day
the one i truly love is you
if only i knew that you loved me too
i might be able to let you go
but you are leaving and i have not told you and you are going far far away...