Francis “Marie” McQueeney 10/28/26 to 9/17/2015. Marie was a loving mother, grandmother, great grandmother, partner, and friend. A lifetime Christian Marie was a member of the First Christian Church of Portland and held many service positions in the church. Marie had a long and wonderful career With MGM Marketing. Marie also loved to travel, over much of the globe, often with friends and family. Her celebration of life will be held on 10/4/15 at 1:00 PM First Christian Church of Portland 1314 SW Park Ave Portland Or 97201. Please visit http://www.anewtradition.com/obituaries/obituary/11996 for a more detailed remembrance.  

Francis Marie McQueeny

10/28/1926 to 9/17/2015

Born Francis Marie Ritchey on October 28^th 1926 at the family homestead in Free-water Or. A graduate of Union High School in Milton-Free-water Oregon. Marie then moved on to graduate from Butler University, Indianapolis Indiana, earning a Baccalaureate of arts in 1948. Marie then married Carl Ray McQueeney. A home maker for twelve years she then transitioned for the next thirty seven years to Office Manager then Corporate Secretary/Treasurer as well as a member of the Board of Directors of MGM Marketing After retiring from MGM Marie worked for a short time as a personal assistant to Rudie Wilhelm Jr.As a lifelong Christian and longtime member Of the First Christian Church, Disciples of Christ, downtown Portland Or, Marie served as Chairman of the Elders of the Church, on the CAP and Finance Committees, the Board, the Nominating Committee, as well as Program Chairman and President of Christian Woman’s & Men’s Fellowship. Marie was also a member of the Evergreen Club since 1953. Marie loved to travel and was an amazing travel companion going all over the planet at times with family, with friends, or on her own. Marie was always well versed in the places she chose to visit and loved to share her adventures. Marie loved to play bridge with the ladies, was an avid reader, music lover regularly attending concerts at Bradfords on Sunday evenings, enjoyed her computer and sharing her life online through Facebook…She especially wanted it known that most of all she loved spending her time with her friends and family!

Marie was preceded by her husband Carl in 1988, and her son Scott Douglas McQueeney April 26^th 2003. Marie is survived by her life Her life partner: Clarence “Red” Newman, daughter and son in-law: Nancy and Allan Schuff; son: Steven Mcqueeney; grandchildren: Jennifer Marie McQueeney, Christopher Mcqueeney, April Marie Leonard, Shannon Marie McQueeney, Tyler Tappenbeck; great grandchildren: Joshua White, Jasmin Marie White, Riley White, Chase McQueeney, Karley Marie McQueeny, Mckayla Klehler, Emmett Leonard, and Owen Leonard…

Celebration of life to be held at First Christian Church of Portland 1314 SW Park Ave Portland Or 97201 Sunday October 4^th 2015 at 1:00 P.M. Social gathering to follow directly after service.

Remembrances to:

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Thank you for being a part of Marie’s life

Insufficient

They asked me to tell 
A story of you
With words
But I find words
Insufficient
How do you describe 
A sunrise
To someone without eyes
My dilemma is
You were so much more
To me
Than words can say
I can tell of how we sat
Amongst artists in Paris
But they will never know
Your smile
They can look at pictures
Of you
On the great wall
But how can a picture
Bring tingles to one
As you did win you sang
Songs from that amazing
Mind of yours
How can stories of your
Dinner dates with Joe McCarthy
Bring to them
The safety inherent
In being in your arms
How can I
With mere words
Describe an angel such as you
I just can't suffice
But I had to try
With a tear in my soul
And tears in my eye
I will simply say 
I love you
Good bye

In loving memory of Francis Marie McQueeney

Chris McQueeney 2015

The Mag 285

American dream


In the detritus
Of a life left behind
I find dioramas
In my mind
Second grade snapshots
Of the american dream
The Waltons had one
In theirs the Cleavers had fun
Dreams of cinematic
Days gone bye
Of a bygone era
The baby boomers
All had rooms
Or
Yards to play in
In the attic of the home
That is no longer ours
I come by this memory
Of yours
And all my scars
Stand at attention
Each one just the same
A memory of
Days gone by
Bygone relics of the
American dream


Chris McQueeney ©2015


This post inspired by the image prompt from Tess at The Mag.  

Gated community...

On the other side


There we were
At the gate
To the middle
Of nowhere
And I felt
At home
On the other side
Everything opened up wide
There we were
A couple boards
Between you and me
And eternity
There was no latch
So I kicked that fucker down


Chris McQueeney ©2015

Image prompt the Mag

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/09/mag-284.html?m=1

By a mile

Day by day


I have good days
and there are the bad ones
on the good days
I sing to my children
and they sing back
on the bad days I scream
inside my own head and
still I sing to my children
because that is what
you   do
you keep on
keeping on
I have good days
and
I have bad ones
the bad ones outweigh
the good by a mile
but what do you do
you keep on keeping on


Chris McQueeney 2015

poem comp #2

A compilation of poems I posted on FaceBook.. 

Sunday best

Put your money where
Your mouth is
Show me what you really mean
Because
In the end
Words
Are only words
I'm sure you know
How good you are
How just
But it's not quite so clear
To the rest of us
It is easy
To say
I am a just man
Or
I am just a man
When you have your hand
In the pocket
Of the least of your fellows
It is easy
From a life of ease
To live how you please
That's ok though
If once a week
Amongst your fellows
You wear your
Sunday best

Chris McQueeney ©2015

The way of things

Carry on my friend
You have yet
Much to give
That old sitting tree
Is gone now
And your presence is missed
That curb you sat on
Most days still lingers
Many there remember you fondly
Even quoting you upon occasion
But that is a flimsy substitute
For the real you
There is much I would discuss
With you
Quarks and gravity time
Sobriety
And the way of things
But to burden you
I do not want
Me with my frantic pace
In life
And you with your
Quiet revere

Chris McQueeney ©2015

I am hypocrisy

Sit tall with your hypocrisy
Bring it out
And show it to me
Wear that shit like a badge
Whip it out
To quiet the crowd
Keep them in their place
Acknowledge your inconsistencies
With absolutely no intention
Of changing
For, you are but a human
And humans consistently
Fall short
Absolving you of any
Responsibility
Say with true sincerity
I am hypocrisy
It is part of me
Know this and you too
Will see
Don't
Do as I do
Leave that up to me
It is what I say
That you need to be
Follow me
For I am hypocrisy

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Smile bright

Sometimes I find
That a well meaning
Fuck Off
Is in kind
With a
Thank you
Two examples
Of just two words
That when said
With meaning
Are always bringing
A bright smile
To me
wink emoticon

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Hungry eyes

And the marionette dances
To the haunted glances
Of hungry eyes
Living hand to mouth
Week in the knees
Hands shake
Watch the strings quake
The doll stumble steps
As if in a trance
No chance of the watchers
Looking away
Even though they are hungry today
The whirling jerk of its dance
Is their only chance
Of blotting out the pain
Of an empty belly again

Chris McQueeney ©2015

In the wash

I have fear
In my life today
What if what I need
I just can't be
What if my measures
All fall short
Would that I could
Go back
To the day
That my life was
Ripped away
What if I took two
Steps to the left
Or simply stood in place
Averting
Everything
All the trauma
And pain
Going away without
Even finding me
What If I fall short
And the bar is just too high
I am tired of picking
Gravel from my wounded
Hands and knees
But I have to try
Finding my failings by braille
Life's not over when you fail
Even though I know
Everything will
come out in the wash
I am afraid all the same

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Suspect

Guttering your way through life
Whisper thin and screaming
There you are a banshee 
Bringing It all back to me
Squint against the streaming
Starlight rays reflect
Shattering your intellect
Ideas In your brain careening
Rendering your thought
process suspect
Just try to weather
The storm
Nothing new here
Just the new norm
Brain fried
Hands tied behind
Your back
It's nothing to me
This lack of perspective
Lets keep calm here
We already know
Your thoughts are suspect
And as such
Are held with no respect

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Have nothings

Pull up a stretch of cement
And rest your weary head
Its been a long day
Trying to make way
In this game called life
The divide between
The haves
And the have not's
Is a stark reality
What is even more grim
Are the have nothings
No where to go
Nothing to do
There are channels
On the streets
That are wide and deep
Once you dive in
It is either sink or swim
And the current is strong
Pull up a stretch of cement
And rest your weary head

Chris McQueeney ©2015