My poems
Mallory Bonney
You are special to me,
When we first met my heart silently beats and sings for you, that special feeling
A journey to the past, a place of sweet memories, innocence, impulses and mysteries
A grace to the present, a gift to keep, a treasure that only God unveils
You are special to me
A love worthiest in truth, so pure and true to last, so delicate, sudden storm of passion
Joyous and joyous? A place with no storms, no tears, no pain, no trials as love should?
Patient and strong, passionate and forgiving, generous and thrilling, that still cares, and love be true
You are special to me
Earliest enchanting, more of romantic feelings up in late,
A fear to trust forward to the unseen volatile and distrusting future?
Love be true! Even miles away and afar to last
If only you knew how special you are to me
For my love
Mallory Bonney
The Vision through the tears,
My heavy heart is numb, frozen as an ice lake in the middle of winter, my eyes refuses to see the darkness, the beautiful early sunset and the late sunrise, Ah the lonely guitar around the corner resting as it will never again feel your beautiful hands strike the chords just you and that guitar never apart as one soul making a melody so full of vibes that emanates in the whole house with your generous presence, hands so perfect as they were made just to strike the chords of your guitar and the sounds of melodies amplifying the house, it was your happy time I know it misses you like I do, I see you playing the guitar sitting on couch in the living room, an image for always on my mind reminiscent, I can see the joy and peace in your heart and your face as you played on, either with your band in the basement on Saturday and Friday nights, oh memories that will never fade away Ah rough days of melancholy, how I miss your laughter flooding the house with the truest sound, so powerful, honest, and full of joy, and your smile so sweet oh pure light is the angel within your heart that comes out, it seemed just like yesterday wished for days, oh I can still hear the echoing all over the house a pain not to ever listen to again Hard to imagine a heart so loving and genuine, not being here with us, I feel the emptiness, and sorrow, a sickening loathsome feeling conveying of grief in my body, feelings of desolation not to feel the comfort of your absolute inspiring presence Mallory Bonney Memories of my father 
Thinking of you,
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I’m gonna follow my heart
I’m gonna follow my heart to find peace in my soul, bless this heart and this soul once astray
Let my spirit run freely, unwearied for the stars, forth from shadows of time felt no pride,
Seeking ye not gold, not lust, not diamonds, not money, not fame, not war, not hatred, not envy or greed
My heart does not need a drum, is tool of its own, so big yet so small my raison d'être et joie de vivre
Might instrument, ye gentle, candidly patient, ye filled with amplifying sound strong as galloping wild horses
Not tepid, not cold ye enticing waterfalls shooting trough these veins, and arteries by streams of passions
I’m gonna follow my heart as it leads me fatefully, I walk in faith bit bewildered to my destiny
I dance to the beat of my heart at a pace that leads not in despair, but fulfilling hopes, goals and dreams
Promises, defeats, never ending battles I dwelt in no worries, on my path, I hear resilient beats
I bestow my heart upon God's divine grace, if this heart beat at any sound that I wanted I will give it a crown jeweled with roses
Nestled at angle perfect, deeply rooted feeling as fire and ice, young and old as is life
I’m gonna follow my heart, while I finally find healing, and peace within my soul, I listened
This heart is never tranquil, as it heals, as it survives, as is broken, no forfeit, no sorrow, no grief
O' docile heart in high spirits, kind and forgiving, not deceitful, triumphant, ever will I resign in hope, in faith, in love
On my knees I will praise thee and sought salvation wholeheartedly, I walk at the beat of love, humbleness, and purpose
Ah, rasping pumps weep for peace, weep for love above all, cheer in light, in faith above all, and detest not
At the morning dawn, as the sun rose I heard doves singing lullabies of grace at my window, put my soul at peace, in oasis of serenity
And my devoted heart joyed to the sound of the sun kiss morning melody, I felt bliss bestowed upon my heart
I’m gonna follow my heart a powerful walk, yet intuitive, insightful, not hasty, yet a purposeful journey
Gloried and humbled, in Thy wisdom, I bow to love, and seek forgiveness from Heaven
Listen to the beat, to the pounding sound day and night echoes the heartily singing message of the dove
When love overflows in the limitless sky, and drop as spells to fill the loveless of emptiness
See me, see true colors of my heart, grateful, untroubled, seen sparkles of turbulent storms, ye glad and joyful
Ah tireless is life, all whispers of dreams, will delight and not endure and sought salvation in life's ills
Appease, in wealth of love and passion, my heart gaze at the beacon of light that serenade the angry and dark sea,
the open air, and the shore, lights beaming in defeat of battles, ye the waves fearlessly still, stable and calm
Mallory Bonney “Detest not but fill your heart with everlasting love”
Struggles in life make us stronger and prepare us to get through the world, so let's not give up, but arise as we fall it helps expand our souls and our spirit ....
Mallory Bonney
My heart is restless until it finds its rest in Thee. St Augustine
My little sister’s Locks
My little sister’s locks softly climb each strand fast and sublime in a whirl of curls,
smooth as black pearls descending to an endless fall on her shoulders sister mine, sister mine
lovely dear little sister, I sing her soft lullabies cradle pretty babe, O’ golden child
on a delightful Saturday afternoon encore moments tranquil and silent
as drops of cottony and powdery snow on a peaceful wet ground cradle pretty child
My little sister’s locks tenderly flowing, naturally with lovely tress crown with little silky ribbons
like wild roses nestled in long twists of dense curls as the midnight sun unfolding endlessly
to yield on her shoulders sister mine, sister mine, as time passes fast,
the wind of the firmament fulfills merely sweet memories, and bring to mind
the smell of decadent cinnamon bun and bubbly macaroni and cheese
scrumptious steamed Maryland’s blue crabs rushing from ma’s kitchen,
our hungry stomach feverishly growling to savor to the tasteful aroma,
Oh unforgettable early Saturday afternoon serene and noisy as drops of rainfall on a pebble shore
and nature’s gentle breeze incensed the air of petunias and violets blooming from ma’s garden after the rain
My little sister’s locks gracefully velveteen smooth ringlets as black Madagascar sweet vanilla,
slick lace and polished as dark licorice naturally twirled graciously in coil of long soft curls
where shines the sun is her hair, I smooth her locks with Shea pudding and gently brush it with ma’s golden brush,
I oiled her root and scalp with coconut oil and parted them like sunrise lattice with ma’s golden comb,
Her lips part with heavenly smiles of a sweet beautiful cherub playing harp with kiss full thanks
My little sister’s locks divinely sheer jet ebony mane with spirals of dark curls vibrant as starlight sky,
God’s precious gift bestowal sweet golden child little sister mine, little sitter mine
O’her brave sun kissed adorable cheeks blushed as she laughed to her pearly sparkly little teeth,
Belle fillette sitting on my lap with a smile so sweet as a fiesta of candy rain jubilee
she cries no lament as we gnaw on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and dark decadent chocolate brownies
O’ goddess little princess with almond brown eyes that warmly glitters as stars and lights with a loving gaze in enchanting gratitude
Mallory Bonney,
Sisterly Love
My little sister’s locks softly climb each strand fast and sublime in a whirl of curls,
smooth as black pearls descending to an endless fall on her shoulders sister mine, sister mine
lovely dear little sister, I sing her soft lullabies cradle pretty babe, O’ golden child
on a delightful Saturday afternoon encore moments tranquil and silent
as drops of cottony and powdery snow on a peaceful wet ground cradle pretty child
My little sister’s locks tenderly flowing, naturally with lovely tress crown with little silky ribbons
like wild roses nestled in long twists of dense curls as the midnight sun unfolding endlessly
to yield on her shoulders sister mine, sister mine, as time passes fast,
the wind of the firmament fulfills merely sweet memories, and bring to mind
the smell of decadent cinnamon bun and bubbly macaroni and cheese
scrumptious steamed Maryland’s blue crabs rushing from ma’s kitchen,
our hungry stomach feverishly growling to savor to the tasteful aroma,
Oh unforgettable early Saturday afternoon serene and noisy as drops of rainfall on a pebble shore
and nature’s gentle breeze incensed the air of petunias and violets blooming from ma’s garden after the rain
My little sister’s locks gracefully velveteen smooth ringlets as black Madagascar sweet vanilla,
slick lace and polished as dark licorice naturally twirled graciously in coil of long soft curls
where shines the sun is her hair, I smooth her locks with Shea pudding and gently brush it with ma’s golden brush,
I oiled her root and scalp with coconut oil and parted them like sunrise lattice with ma’s golden comb,
Her lips part with heavenly smiles of a sweet beautiful cherub playing harp with kiss full thanks
My little sister’s locks divinely sheer jet ebony mane with spirals of dark curls vibrant as starlight sky,
God’s precious gift bestowal sweet golden child little sister mine, little sitter mine
O’her brave sun kissed adorable cheeks blushed as she laughed to her pearly sparkly little teeth,
Belle fillette sitting on my lap with a smile so sweet as a fiesta of candy rain jubilee
she cries no lament as we gnaw on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and dark decadent chocolate brownies
O’ goddess little princess with almond brown eyes that warmly glitters as stars and lights with a loving gaze in enchanting gratitude
Mallory Bonney,
Sisterly Love
As spring blooms,
Welcome Spring! Now that winter is gone here you are, I yearn so long, for your gorgeous return!
It matters to me dear spring, as your plethora of greens ribbons softly crown earth and nature’s awake
Gratify my eyes oh spring, burst anew, thaw and awake my heart to the flowers in the Garden of Eden
Your brewing air of flowery rhythm and gentle zephyr exult and sweep my spirit in a romantic and harmonious charm
O' behold, early morning sunrise remains glorious to the depth and height of trees, as a gold jewel in still glow and prosper to the infinite mystic
Oceans, ponds, streams, creeks, lakes, brooks and rivers eagerly and fatefully gleam as gems, as late snow and ice rushing down swells up the tides
It matters to me, oh Spring as fresh tears of dew drop from the sky and kisses flowers and leaves
Walking in the invigorating rain contented to the freshness of raindrops on my skin as sparkling stars
I breathe in the sweet smell of nature’s triumphant foliage, oh goodness in full bloom and delight my eyes
As packs of wild geese embrace the agreeable sky with pierce calling as if to exclaim exuberance
From the meadows to the valleys, divine green grass pushing as to greet you, and satiate earth’s emptiness at even
Notes of daffodils, lilacs, daisies, iris, cherry and apple blossom, hyacinths, mimosas and camellias blooming, flowering, kindle the air
A school of freshwater mallards and cinnamon teals calling bliss in enchantment, and winging playfully in good humor
Oh pure delight, hearing birds cheerily whistling melodious hymn, as to celebrate the end of winter
It matters to me, oh Spring as crowding of trees blossoming with leaves making the lifeless desert realm burgeon lavishly
And the freedom lawn fulfills wild flowers dreams, as dandelions, daffodils and daisies reign and loiter generously beneath my feet
Pink, purple and white lilacs proudly ornate and flourish when rainfalls, as golden bees savored fresh nectar to delight and danced in reward
I enjoy, I love sniffling, and tasting sweet fresh picked plump, juicy sun kissed berries to my delight
Seeing glimpse of butterflies fluttering branch to branch waving freely as to say thank you, oh Spring it matters to me!
Mallory Bonney,
Waiting for Spring.
Little by Little Fall’s fallen (Fall's upon us)
Little by little fall’s fallen
Mother Nature’s fallen into the mystic of the fall,
Autumn’s fulfilling its seasonal metamorphosis,
the unseen splendor of leaves crimsoning in their oneness green
to gently ripened under the autumn sun
Little by little fall’s fallen on aspens, elms,
poplars, oaks, ash and maple leaves in bursts of colors
Of scarlet rust, tenderest brown,
vermillion red, flaming and golden yellow, sunset orange,
As the choral green glory thirstily sapped
Flourish in plenty myriad leaves to leaves
Tree canopy alight, animating the skies in hue
of dazzling hardy garlands in a festive display
Little by little fall’s fallen
and nature’s work of art drew me within
the charm and mystery of the Adirondack citadel,
where the blue beautiful mountains and hills;
the valleys and meadows parade in a crowding wealth,
harmony and abundance of fall foliage
Little by little fall's fallen
Oh the Cool airy breeze to delight,
the struck of sun streaming through the bright leaves.
glistening, and dazzling in a late October glow
Oh' autumnal bliss, a fiesta oh’ fiery fall
I saw Playful squirrels climbing,
creeping fast up and down trees,
cheerful birds feasting well on trees laden with moss,
flies and bugs
Little by little Fall’s fallen
I saw the earliest leaves sway gingerly
in the cool breeze with the richest riots of colors
ascending gracefully in a confetti on the open ground
as in libation poured to the spirit of solemn trees coming to peace,
Comes late fall, leaves reeling branch to branch
falling round me as jewels of rain drops,
And bestowals-upon everlasting of green,
pine trees triumphantly stood as in reign
of fancy evergreen await winter fast coming.
Little by little falls fallen.
I see shadows of branches dancing
as the wind blew in the radiant sun,
Branches losing their grasps as leaves drift in a hurl,
and carried away in a gust of wind
Leaves falling to a mere trickle from flail branches,
and fragile trees bid their last farewells,
Leaves losing their marvels awe of colors,
coated the open ground in piles of fallen, lifeless wilted decay
Little by little fall's fallen
Trees soon asleep and dormant succumb to winter,
but anew to spring rain.
As I step in a dry tumult bed of leaves,
acorns, pine cones, echoed a shuffle sound
of crisp and crunch piles of leaves laying beneath my feet.
Little by little fall's fallen
Autumn harvest the sweetest gain of the summer sun,
the bouquet of fall blossoms in pleasant orchards
A taste of sweet crisp golden yellow and red delicious apples,
People picking pumpkins at the pumpkin patch to decorate their porch
Oh' delightful bracing October breeze,
Soothing sips of apple cider, delicious apple cinnamon
muffins, doughnuts, and pumpkin latte, pies, at the Fall fest
Little by little fall’s fallen
Lively, captivating, enchanting colors
are fading away, with the setting sun,
At dusk, autumn’s cool breeze
calmly flowing and the full moon
glowing in the sky beaming besides clusters of twinkling stars
Little by little fall's fallen
Afar, at the dimming evening twilight,
I see the gray black smoke rising in the sky,
I hear branches, leaves, and twigs
singing in the sparkling flames
as autumn cedes to Winter
Little by little fall’s fallen
Mallory Bonney, Autumn on the lake.
Angel Eyes
May I say, my Angel Eyed with a smile so sweet as sunshine as fun as a fairyland
Angel Eyes as dreamy and beautiful, very intense, yet calm and rich with love,
May I say my Angel Eyed with tender loving stare,
yet amusing as the essence and spirit of a child at play
Oh! May I say my angel eyed that I see your gaze of hope to the heavens
where blessings flows as to tell your heart stories in gratitude.
Angel Eyes as bright as the crystal sea, a look where shines the moon, where comes bliss,
where stars praises the sky of lights and heavenly mercies
May I say I find in your angel eyes peaceful doves with sparkling wings
and dazzling snow feathers as they cleave the skies and sang heavenly hymns
And May I say my Angel eyed sweetly, that I love, oh love, your good spirit,
your carefree, playful and sunny nature consoles me, and bring peace upon my heart
May I say my angel eyed that your gaze full of grace and love have enlighten my life,
your stare awakens and leads, a regard that I adore as I look into your Angel Eyes
Mallory Bonney,
Angel of mine
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