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| I am me.. I am a 37 year old mother of two, who likes to write poetry. I have a house full of animals, and always take in strays. I am also a cancer survivor. The funny thing about trying to figure a person out by what they write on a web page is that unless they update it regularly, you only will know who they once were, not who they are. Life changes us all slowly, but irreversibly as our time runs out. My poetry changes too. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. Live your life as if God is right beside you watching, then you have nothing to worry about. Oh, and also, be good to each other. :-) |
| Every 3.6 seconds someone dies from hunger; 75% are children. Please click on the link to the U.N.Hunger Site. Together we can make a difference. |
| Each blackened country represents a death caused by hunger. |
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| My Poetry |
| My poetry is a portrait reflecting my progress during my journey of life. I don't care to be famous, or rich, I just wish to be me, to like the person I see in the mirror, and to maybe, just maybe, make my family, and friends proud of the person I am growing to be. I love them all, even if I seldom say it enough. |
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| A Lesson Learned Rage against practicality, Break free of your circumstance, One chance we are given, One time to dance, in the warm sweet sunlight, One chance to laugh as children, watching butterflies in flight, Our lives far too short, Opportunities given slight, Hardly noticed until too late, Being mature... practicality, Such a terrible fate, Full of promise, the eyes of a child, The mind so innocent, Soon becomes defiled, by the utter nonsense, With which we fill our lives, Practicality |
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| Small Things Lost The hustle and bustle of city life, Noises and people in the backdrop, Huge planes taking flight, Seldom the time for the simplest things, Small luxuries taken for granted, We forget the happiness they bring, So many gadgets for saving us time, Doing us no favors, Between help and hindrance, a thin line, A generation of impatience, Always speed, no matter the cost, In selfish desire of efficiency, Imagine all that we've lost, The ability to truly laugh, Sipping lemonade in the shade, The patience for fine crafts, A love of things handmade, Mass produced, this world we live in, Surely with each beauty forgotten, We are committing a sin |
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| The Awakening Victims of circumstance, You may call it fate, if you will, Adversaries... time, rules and distance, Conspiring against us, but still, Feelings grow, falling deeper in love, No terrible lesson to learn, We live within our limits, Saving both from being burned, A love across many continents, And expansive oceans that divide, Forever deeply inside my heart, Yet never once at my side. . . The beating of two hearts, long asleep, Suddenly awakened by an unseen force, Wondrous emotions running so very deep, Too late to turn back, no feelings of remorse, Just the incredible happiness to give, In the powerful merging of two minds, The long forgotten chance to live, On the edge of rules that society defines... |
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| Remember Me Do you remember me? Through many lifetimes, We have been together, Always we must find each other again, I can feel you in a crowd, I know when I am near every time, My love... you so complete me, Why am I destined to always chase, How I wish you could remember.. The waltzes, the beauty of our rich history together, beautiful nights under the stars, I am forever explaining this to you it seems, My one .... you are a part of me, Our paths are intertwined, We are meant for each other, Once more I am trying to make you see, the unbelieveable is not that unbelieveable, Close you eyes and see with your heart, Drift back for centuries, We saw pyramids, and great empires, We saw purity and evil, We saw beauty and terrible ugliness, I have lived this life, danced this dance with you, at least a hundred times, How else can we feel each other, know each other so well? My dear.... it is torture for me, to always be the only one remembering, I beg of you, please, have mercy, Remember me |
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| If He Only Knew There gorgeously he stands, Ebony eyes, dark as onyx, Looking at me, hardly a glance, Those eyes so full of promise, The sharing that comes from this, Kindred spirits, yet barely knowing, No notice of me, no thoughts of bliss, My feelings are kept from showing, Always fearful they will escape, I am quiet, barely a sound, He can never know what I contemplate, Difficult, this world in which we are found, Trapped by traditions, society and rules, Never meant to be, not even possible, Welcome to the musings of a fool. |
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| If If I were to fly away, Would I be truly missed? If I am to disappear today, Will memories of me exist? If one soul has felt completed, If one day has seemed brighter, My time here was really needed, My footsteps away will be lighter, If someday, you see them in the sand, Will you shed a tear for me, and take one gently into your hand? Holding it close to your heart, Knowing I was once there, Maybe keeping it safely in a jar, Reminding of the love we shared, Have I given you enough of me, to wash away some of the grief and to know you will be happy? Has knowing me brought you relief, from the painful loneliness we all endure? Does it help for you to know, I'll love you forever more? |
| Madness The supposed inability to separate fact from fiction, They say "Complete senselessness"resulting in friction, The wish to die rather than face inevitable pain, Losing one's heart and never feeling again, Numbness, emptiness, coldness, Slowly taking away my fire and boldness, I am unworthy of breath, ice in my veins, Waiting for peaceful death, no joy remains, When it disappeared, ripping me to shreads, Who knew it would kill me? I am the walking dead, Useless pills I am given to help fight, An enemy strong, darker than night, The sensitive ones suffer through life, until surrendering to the end of strife, Criticized we are, sinners, so weak, No practical ones listen when we speak, In the end, we fall to our predator, Madness rules, we are silenced forever, Those who love us, try to understand, We were born broken, strangers in a land, That cares more for wealth, than for love, Killing their neighbors whilst holding a dove, Following idiotic rules, ignoring their hearts, Thinking we are the fools, tearing us apart, Defeating the world, Practicality wins once again, It has stolen love, the incarnation of Zen |
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| Depression I am a black hole, The ending of hope, The shattering of dreams, I steal from all in my path, Without prejudice, I ruin friendships, and I kill families, I can attack almost anyone, and my destructive force is far reaching, Few are safe from me, I am darker than night, and stronger than fears, I am with someone that you know, right this very moment, and I am winning, She is dying, She needs your help, come, and I will pull you in as well, Few are saved... I am depression |
| The Smallest Victims The misplaced priorities of others, The feelings of others ignored, Disagreements between lovers, The loss of all they once adored The ending of a marriage, So busy causing pain, Justice grievously miscarried, The parents own the blame My nephew living in confusion, His heart and mind forever scarred, "In his best interest", A DELUSION, played amongst them like a trump card My heart breaks for this poor little soul, No one defends this blameless casualty, Hurting each other, their only goal, They rip him apart callously Outrageous accusations fly, Visitation under the microscope, The more anger and hate they try, The more they steal his hope |
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| All poetry on this site is my original copyrighted work. It may not be copied, used or distributed, in part, or in full, without my prior express written consent. All copyright laws apply. Thank you for visiting my page. |
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| Cancer
Deep inside of me, Attacking its own kind, Devouring the healthy, Ruining, killing dreams, No more little ones, The sneaky thief Stealing the laughter, Making off with my hope, Silence hereafter. Never again giving life, My womb to be removed, Can anyone love half of a wife? No midnight feedings, Suckling at my breast, Only adoption proceedings, So much love to give, Such a warm heart, The chance for another to live In the darkest times, How we behave, Ourselves defines, Adversity throughout life, Cry, get over it, adapt, No joy without strife... |
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| Would That I Could Be
Would that I could be someone else, Some sleek, catlike, perfect woman, The kind that never musses herself, Rests on a chaise in the sun, Would that I had a beauty mark, Manicured nails, flawless skin, Eyes so bright, they shine in the dark, Would you love me then? I can only be me instead, Short, squatty, ruddy skinned My attributes are in my head, All stored deeply within, My hair is nice, I was told, My eyes are beautiful, The only things catlike I hold, My mouth is small, lips are full Would that I was five foot ten, So much more than I am now, Would you love me then? Do you even know how? |