Our Family Poetry
AT SEVENTY
My ears still ring with the songs of
the morning,
My pulses thrill from the fervors of noon.
My work is undone. Shall I cease in the
doing
In view of the sunset coming so soon?
My heart still beats with rhythmical
measure,
The warp of my life is still taut in the
loom.
My work is undone. I'll not cease the
doing
In view of the sunset coming so soon.
Florence Smith Bunting
Love is...
Love is different things for different people.
But for me, love is a spontaneous feeling
that may take time to develop. It is caring
for someone so deeply that all flaws are
overlooked. It is caring for someone so deeply
that you hurt when they hurt. True love
is an attraction of the mind, body, and soul.
True love is unconditional.
Margo Michelle
Sonnet 12
Like endless sunsets fading over trees,
So goes your life as a feeble human.
Starting early branches flow in the breeze,
That flourish and prosper as fortunes can
'Til the hourglass's golden grains dwindle.
Your subsequent actions are now preceived
As a trivial fight to rekindle
The lofty stature you had once achieved.
But be not apprehensive to expire,
Your distinctive spirit burns as cinders
For all posterity, for friends aspire
To remember you in worthwhile splendor.
Recollect me as I recollect you,
My fondest memories lie with you, too.
Jan Marie
COLOR OF NIGHT IS DEEP PURPLE
Night is the opposite of day. Day is represented by
the gold of the sun and the tiger shining bright in
the forest of the night. The complimentary color of
gold is purple. In the day the cloudless sky is blue.
Very blue is the color of Crater Lake in Oregon.
When day is done the purple shadow falls over sleepy
garden walls. On moonless nights the stars shine out
of a purple velvet curtain of night. If you wish to
look at stars it is best on moonless nights and away
from city lights. If you wish to walk in the night it
is best to go with a full moon, when you are east of
the sun and west of the moon.
Really dark nights are from overcast clouds. Black is
the absence of light, like in a deep cave with all the
lights turned off. Modern people miss a lot by not
observing the night sky and taking in the grander of
the universe of which we are a small part. "The color
of night is deep purple!"
Frank Edgar
Three Bad Cats
Three Bad Cats, Three Bad Cats, they wake you up
in the middle of night, and they tear up
your furniture and rugs, what a sight!
See how they run when you shout and you clap!
Three Bad Cats, Three Bad Cats!
See how they make it up to you.
Two will sit on your lap and purr, but Kitty
just sits nearby. Three Sad Cats, Three Sad Cats!
Three Sad Cats, Three Sad Cats. See how they play.
See how they play.
Callie tosses her little mouse.
Scruff will hide and play real tough.
But, Kitty is too big for that stuff.
Three glad Cats, Three glad Cats.
Diana Thorn
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