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My father was a military man, a careerist officer who trained General Pershing''s AEF enlistees to kill the Hun at the Camp Gordon Norcross Rifle Rang... My father's gunsMy father and I, circa 1970
Someone (ones) have asked me, "can''t you write a HAPPY poem?" Well, yes, I have done this, though not often. I write wha... My Father's Musicthis poem was published in "When there are Dragons There is Alzheimers" and "Through the Maze of Life" My Final TributeLosing dear friends and love ones are hard on the heart and soul, but knowing they are in Heaven relieves the pain. My Flower is GoneI am not sure we always see who we are or are becoming... This is dangerous when you don't see the skies falling upon you. My Genetics.. My Time To GoPhotograph of Theresa Jodray, Angel and Apparitions taken in Fairbanks, Alaska. My Gift From Hejust a dream but how nice.
These poems were recieved by Her Majesty the Queen from my poetry book "life''s journeys" My golden Dream.The following poem is from my Poetry book.
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One of the worst things we can do is put someone else before the Lord. If we dont put him firs... My Greatest SinMeeting Haven was a wonderful thrill. He lived up to everything I heard about him. He is a friend and he is always in my prayers. My Greatest ThrillI purchased Gunner shortly after my parents passed away with the intention of showing him. His Daddy "Phantom of the Opera" was just at Westminster l... My GunnerWhen I write or talk to writers, the problems of the world can be solved at least for a little while. My Happy Place I wrote this a few years ago for my hubby after a romantic interlude. My Heart SoarsI been reading about broken hearts, falling out of love, dear John words and a sudden departure, and it make me think, what if we all had got it all w... My heart is like a bird...No one really knows what is tucked inside someone’s heart. It is like a storage box asecret place that no one can break into, no one can really see th... My Heart Is Like A Storage Box... what love can do to one, thoughts penned onto paper, yet not quite capturing the full essence of feelings ....
My Heart Thirsts for YouOh how you cherish them and try to teach them honesty. This poem was written before it actually sunk in.
I don''t drink but if I did, it would hav... My Heart was in My Throat!"To tame the chaos of the time / By counted syllable and rhyme" My Hiding PlaceHolly is my second Chihuahua. I just brought her home lastnight. She had surgery yesterday for removal of a bladder tumor and stones. I won't know ... My Holly...definitely believe...there''s got to be a "spark" to a place...to make it feel like home - Isabella Koldras.
"Home makes the man". - Samuel Smiles... My HomeMy thoughts put in writing for all to view and share with all lovers of poetry and the written word My Innermost ThoughtsIn case you noticed, I''ve been gone for a few days. This is why!!! My Irish LuckWhen I use the word, "she", it refers to my old jalopy. I don't really have one. I just compare our parts going! LOL!! My Jalopy and MeIlove to write about things I know well, and I know well my jeep...enjoy, its fun! ED MY JeepThis is the poem, that started it all, the inspiration, for my upcoming book release!!! My Judge and JuryWhen I was in Arkansas visiting two of my Sons, I fell in love with all of these sights and smells. The warm sultry evenings and countryside inspired ... My Kitchen WindowWords born onto paper cuts, dew leave deep depressions, which runneth over, then spilleth blood, whence stains, dry - healing, only then can the leaf'... My LadyIMHO~ Men, somewhere along the line have allowed women to turn into men, not in all respects,have you...and men are turning into women. Now, claim you... My Last Write to Men
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