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!
Cinco De Mayo
Lindas muchachas* from Mexico, Adorned with tissue flowers of red, White and green. Eyes smiling, hands clapping so! Dance! Dance with Padre Hidalgo. Spread
Grinning pumpkins, falling leaves,
Dancing scarecrows, twirling breeze,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go,
Her youthful radiance has faded, and that's sad,
But underneath she discovers a
spread of colors she didn't know she had. Little children screech and run,
Ghosts and goblins having fun,