Biography of Mary Naylor
Update: Recently, Billy's World of Poetry http: //billmanson.yolasite.com/chose me as Poet of the Year 2007, and presented me with a trophy.)
I attended UCLA for two years and obtained my AA in Business Education. I married, had one child, divorced and became a single parent. I obtained my bachelor and my teaching credential by studying after work. Before retiring, I was an elementary teacher and a mentor teacher.
Mary Naylor's Works:
Of Tails and Scales, Feathers and Pebbles, and Endless
Immeasurables by Mary Naylor(A book of poems published by Lulu Press) Lulu.com/content/923069
Mary Naylor Poems
Grinning pumpkins, falling leaves, Dancing scarecrows, twirling breeze, Color, color everywhere, Autumn dreams are in the air! Autumn is a woman growing old,
Of Scales And Tails, Feathers And Pebble...
Time is a hummingbird, building its nest, laying its eggs, dipping its beak into flowery deeps; a shimmering prayer, hovering in the air.
Angel tears, angel tears falling softly as rain,
In the morning when I awake, To the sound of birds by the lake. As I lay there looking up, Peace seems to fill me like a cup.
Dancin' In Paris
I be awerkin' at fixin' dinner, and my man, he be awerkin' in the fields, and well, I just startin' inta dreamin' 'bout me a-dancin' in Paris.
Galloping, galloping in the night sky, a pale dream horse and his dream herd float by. There's no sound from their hooves, There's no pound of their hearts,
Jonathan Nathan Go Do Your Homework
JONATHAN NATHAN GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Little Jonathan Nathan looked at his mama. “Juan wasn’t at school today.
Skeletons skip, ghosts dance, 'Trick or treat! ' 'Trick or treat! ' floats through the night.
Coronation (Haiku written by Mary Naylor July 18,2007 The butterfly drifts
A May Basket
A May Basket May is a flower opening in the grass. May is a golden smile that warms you as you pass.
The Autumn Of Forever (Quatrain)
A crazy quilt of leaves covers the ground, A riot of confetti drifts earthward bound. Summer is over, and summer’s last dawn. Earth, sound your golden trumpets, summer is gone!
Out of the sapphire shadows he creeps, and into the dead of night he seeps. In his prison grays, hiding from the light of day, they call him, 'Bandit.'
How do you like the roast beef? Great Glory! Is that what it is? Don't be blase'! Well, it's Roast Beef a la Blah!
Dark Lover (Adult Content)
Slender, willowy, her gown billowing around her, she waited, trembling. White flowers spilled over her like a wedding veil. The clouds were huge
In its vast blue vault, the golden cup spills
over Earth's parched brow, unto its fevered, furrowed hills,
a clear ethereal wine, hot and pure, that mingles
with quietly devout, gaunt, prickly fingers,
humble supplicants cupping a rosary of sand.
In the darkness of their being
they silently gather silvery beads
that spill over like precious mead.