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(A shadowbox poem)
So many are the wondrous things,
That Grandma’s seem to do.
I can think of many,
But here are just a few.
They are always right t... They say I'm just a Vagabond
I guess maybe they're right
I've been all kinds of places
I've traveled this world wide
I've met all kinds of people
Th... I started thinking about when I was studying in France. I met this very wealthy man who was ready to sweep me off my feet, he promised to buy me t... Before retiring, I was a care giver primarily to the elderly. I''ve worked in nursing homes, retirement facilities, hospitals and private homes. It is... She crosses legs on the lounge chair,
rests the book on her belly.
She smoothes lotion
over arms and shoulders.
Funny how skin learns
pink instead ... Even in my dreams, I see your face.
In my thoughts, all the time, I feel your tender embrace
I smile at memories we've made of you and me...
but th... Story of my life, so if your world don''t reflect, then dissect. Grab your rubber ducky, and count yourself lucky. (My nick name from when I was born has been "Mimi" some people don''t even know me as "Bernice"...)
Today I felt it all, I felt my father''s pain and ... Got them low down gettin'' stepped on blues! (Ya gotta be wailin'' to this one.) A poem for the "thieves" of our hearts.
He laughed and brushed the hair back from my face
You’re so silly, he said, no one could be as vain as that
There is a wonderful mind inside that h... HAPPY FATHER''S DAY TO ALL THE GREAT DADS OUT THERE!!!
Photo of Rick and Nina when she was barely 1 year old.
This poem was and is hard to write and post, but I feel I must. Reviewing the past and then moving on--Rejoice, Rejoice in the goodness of God <bgsound src = ''http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/Soundofsilence.mid ''hidden loop=-1> When "Love Locomotion" turns into "Love Loco Motion" “Love me, hot mama,” he said, “I need to get laid”
“First of all,” she replied, “Find me some shade.
And a glass of cold Mike’s lemonade.
And maybe a... Just sat here thinking of all the wonderful people I have met through or because of the den... PORTRAYAL 13. Poets continue writing because there are still things [in them] that refuse to die. In memory….
It''s been an awesome deluge of rain and passion throughout Georgia. It started last night and it rained all throughout the day. I love the passion of... Three Candles
Grace is the wind,
when the hand of a tenacious spirit
moves a fallen leaf
through the colors of the season.
Still sounds of a dimly l... I can scarely believe that I will not be able to hear from three of my friends anymore. Vinny, Larry and Dean were all gone in an instant within a per... They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul. Who knows what really hides behind someone's eyes. In my poem, a person shares what they actually ...
The setting sun pulls another day over the horizon,
Another day that we will never again lay eyes on.
How we see this depends on how this day we sto... Every now and then I have the privalege of doing a collaboration with one of the "movers and shakers" on AD...Ms.Michelle Mead is one such poetess an... A poem about the pain of unrequited love and how, in time, personal growth rises, as a result. God answers righteous prayers, of that he''s come to know |
