Mary Naylor

Paramount, CA, USA

Name: Mary Naylor
Occupation: Teacher/Mentor Teacher
Education: Bachelor of Science plus teaching credentials
Hobbies: Gardening, piano, collect bottles and antique books
Member: ISP
Children: One who is now a doctor of Philosophy in the field of mathematics with two master degrees in math.
Honors: Distinguished member of ISP. Elected to the International Poetry Hall of Fame
Marital Status: Divorced
Awards: Poet of Merit award from ISP and six Editor's Choice Awards from NLP.
Works published in NLP include: Nightwing, Fire, Deathwatch, The Ballad of the Burma Siam Railroad, Interlude, The Grouchy Guardian Angel, Dancin' in Paris. Works included in nine NLP recordings. Other Works: Poetry Guild - Dark Lover and The Flower.
Personal Statement: There will never be a "Final Frontier" as long as we have poetry. Through it we will always find new worlds to explore and understand, especially in the unknown of ourselves and others.

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Click here to listen to The Flower

Die, Killer, Die

A red veil was floating around the killer's head,
and his face was a cold, hard, mask.
He entered the execution chamber
and they strapped him to the chair.
They lowered the cap to his bare,
shaved skull. Out in the yard you could hear
the demonstrator's call and cry,

Die, Killer, Die

There were a few quiet sobs, a few shudders and gasps,
but mostly there was a fireball of rage burning inside,
and a red mist hanging over hard, hard, eyes.
As they stood they clenched their fists, hanging at their sides.
Inside, the switch was pulled - flames shot into the air.
The condemned jerked and writhed...
and word slipped out, the killer had just died.

The electric chair malfunctioned and the killer fried?
Well, it was good enough for him, damn his hide!
The memory of myriad meditations, sermons, and hymns and prayers
were suddenly drowned out in the roar...

Die, Killer, Die!

Why, over them happiness seemed to pour!
The red mist became a filmy red shawl that
floated in the air - it was almost beautiful!
In the satisfaction of the moment they paused to bask;
and yet their faces were not happy...
They were cold, hard, masks.

Autumn Dreams

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,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air!

Around her a kaleidoscope of leaves are whirling.
Deep within her visions stir of new life that will be,
A budding, a flowering, a promise unfurling.
Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go.

Calico kittens, rain falling rat-a-tat-tat,
Big full moon, funny black cats,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air!