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Miss I'm Impossible
I rise at six; say a prayer, check my phone,
Go to the kitchen for my fifteen minutes alone,
Drink my first cup of coffee and practice my smile
And pray for the strength to act docile.
"In the children's presence at least dear Father."
Spine straight, head up and smile on Heather.
Eight-thirty I walk through office doors head held high.
Smile in place, game face on and fighting the urge to sigh.
Appropriate greetings, smile, smile and wave.
Trisha, Andy, Mike, Samantha and even that creep Dave.
" Just another day, another act for the almighty dollar."
Man does Amy ever breaks her collar.
Five I shut my computer down and grab my pocket book.
Home I go to prepare dinner; good wives always cook.
A smile on my face I greet the kids and listen to their tales.
He got an A and she got homework about blue whales.
"Please make him be late, dear God I will take any excuse today."
His car is driving up I noted with dismay.
Ten the house is quiet finally but i can't mistake that for peace.
That I will get when mine, his or both heartbeat cease.
Matrimonial duties are the worse these days.
I avoid them in some unconventional ways.
"Forgive me Father for I am about to sin."
My headache will hit as soon as he walks in.
Tomorrow is a new start or that is what I was taught.
Will I get a new start out of this web in which I'm caught.
I hope so was my last thought before sleep came.
My last feeling though was on of intense shame.
"Father forgive me for I have sinned once more."
I moaned loud and hard as he opens the door.
Go to the kitchen for my fifteen minutes alone,
Drink my first cup of coffee and practice my smile
And pray for the strength to act docile.
"In the children's presence at least dear Father."
Spine straight, head up and smile on Heather.
Eight-thirty I walk through office doors head held high.
Smile in place, game face on and fighting the urge to sigh.
Appropriate greetings, smile, smile and wave.
Trisha, Andy, Mike, Samantha and even that creep Dave.
" Just another day, another act for the almighty dollar."
Man does Amy ever breaks her collar.
Five I shut my computer down and grab my pocket book.
Home I go to prepare dinner; good wives always cook.
A smile on my face I greet the kids and listen to their tales.
He got an A and she got homework about blue whales.
"Please make him be late, dear God I will take any excuse today."
His car is driving up I noted with dismay.
Ten the house is quiet finally but i can't mistake that for peace.
That I will get when mine, his or both heartbeat cease.
Matrimonial duties are the worse these days.
I avoid them in some unconventional ways.
"Forgive me Father for I am about to sin."
My headache will hit as soon as he walks in.
Tomorrow is a new start or that is what I was taught.
Will I get a new start out of this web in which I'm caught.
I hope so was my last thought before sleep came.
My last feeling though was on of intense shame.
"Father forgive me for I have sinned once more."
I moaned loud and hard as he opens the door.
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
Just thought fluttering around in my head.
online today!Old Yankee Farmer
Come into my barn and shake off the cold
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A traveling salesman upon meeting an old'timer Yankee farmer.online today!Zodiacal Contemplations (Starsign Challenge)
Aries you and me are hot to handle
Taurus you've got some hope I could wish for
Gemini so lovely burns my candle
Cancer let's share the earth we both adore
Leo like twin suns burning we're too hot
Virgo too often lift your hopes too high
Libra you give me such freedom of thought
Scorpio you're so sexy you make me sigh
Sagittarius make ourselves so strong
Capricorn let us ride the cresting wave
Aquarius don't hold me down too long
Pisces you really are charming and brave
If you love your freedom and love passion
Our love will never go out of fashion
Taurus you've got some hope I could wish for
Gemini so lovely burns my candle
Cancer let's share the earth we both adore
Leo like twin suns burning we're too hot
Virgo too often lift your hopes too high
Libra you give me such freedom of thought
Scorpio you're so sexy you make me sigh
Sagittarius make ourselves so strong
Capricorn let us ride the cresting wave
Aquarius don't hold me down too long
Pisces you really are charming and brave
If you love your freedom and love passion
Our love will never go out of fashion
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I never thought about boiling it down like this before...but here it is....hahaonline today!Midnight Moonrise
Rising slowly above the resting woods
A shining beacon cresting o'er the hill
Less faithful is the night and worldly goods
Predations friend coming in for her kill
So great your sorcerous spirit at night
Can safely only hide in your shadow
Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight
Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle
Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads
Murmers and chanting all transcendental
Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
To safely watch in her shadow is odd
Precession of a perihelion god
A shining beacon cresting o'er the hill
Less faithful is the night and worldly goods
Predations friend coming in for her kill
So great your sorcerous spirit at night
Can safely only hide in your shadow
Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight
Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle
Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads
Murmers and chanting all transcendental
Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
To safely watch in her shadow is odd
Precession of a perihelion god
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.online today!A Winter's Thaw
Melt water swashes over jagged ice
Warm southern breeze lift high my piney boughs
From sleepy dens do gentle days entice
Awakened forest dweller cause to rouse
Wash warmer my face in your golden rays
Make my step bounce a little brighter yet
With nature walks the youth of early days
And all her promises of spring be met
For a winter's thaw in my heart be kept
Close by this meadow's memories be born
Running down where the flood waters be swept
Washing me clean over rocks well be worn
Dances a warm winter's glowin' sunbeam
Does make my world a little less extreme
Warm southern breeze lift high my piney boughs
From sleepy dens do gentle days entice
Awakened forest dweller cause to rouse
Wash warmer my face in your golden rays
Make my step bounce a little brighter yet
With nature walks the youth of early days
And all her promises of spring be met
For a winter's thaw in my heart be kept
Close by this meadow's memories be born
Running down where the flood waters be swept
Washing me clean over rocks well be worn
Dances a warm winter's glowin' sunbeam
Does make my world a little less extreme
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
A reflective poem sharing some introspective thoughts and feelings about winter life when after many frozen days comes a little January thaw which 'more' than serves to refresh a winter-weary soul. :)))
Waldo's Mountain
Leaning stretching touching high up above
Memories gathering twinkling like stars
Waldos Mountain I know you like a love
Every dream every imagination
Some people spend their time in a dream land
Some will turn their dreams into memories
Some dreams will turn to concrete some to sand
But I will always have Waldos Mountain
Time the thief came took my youth still I dream
Waldos Mountain gone like so many things
Close my eyes memories still can be seen
So real smell the salt of the ocean air
Little girl face to the wind eyes closed tight
Wrapped in dreams and fantasy's ready for flight
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Memories gathering twinkling like stars
Waldos Mountain I know you like a love
Every dream every imagination
Some people spend their time in a dream land
Some will turn their dreams into memories
Some dreams will turn to concrete some to sand
But I will always have Waldos Mountain
Time the thief came took my youth still I dream
Waldos Mountain gone like so many things
Close my eyes memories still can be seen
So real smell the salt of the ocean air
Little girl face to the wind eyes closed tight
Wrapped in dreams and fantasy's ready for flight
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind.(Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared.
The junk man died a millionaire.)
http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
Epitaph to love.
Alas! Empty hours around me lie,
dull rain-soaked days squalid are,
yet thy voice I hear like birds winging by,
and in dull puddles, eyes smile from afar,
these silent footed hours, sullen claim
golden joys, now, absent in severity,
fills the soul with unwanted misery,,
though sweet distant stars, light thy name,
re-calling how late in time all was blooming
with perfumed hours that youth holds dear,
melt soulful sorrows, past days re-newing,
allow the pallet taste, late moments dear,
emphassing, life's verdant joys that I had missed
and all in spring that I had kissed.
dull rain-soaked days squalid are,
yet thy voice I hear like birds winging by,
and in dull puddles, eyes smile from afar,
these silent footed hours, sullen claim
golden joys, now, absent in severity,
fills the soul with unwanted misery,,
though sweet distant stars, light thy name,
re-calling how late in time all was blooming
with perfumed hours that youth holds dear,
melt soulful sorrows, past days re-newing,
allow the pallet taste, late moments dear,
emphassing, life's verdant joys that I had missed
and all in spring that I had kissed.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
if we have lost someone dear, time will allow us to recall sweet memories, and love is not lost.online today!Tears Sank Into The Sea
Two years past since our last day together
Tears streaming from my eyes’ salty rims
Heavy they sank into seas’ forever
Dwelling at bottom where my heart still swims
Trapped in the gurgle of my drowning breast
My pleas for mercy screamed like greedy gulls
Chased away from mere scraps off barren nest
For even love like nature has it culls
In a world that hides its love as treasure
Lost for ages in jungles overgrown
Love only given to me in good measure
Gaining not in value what was never known
Farewell to love hid in the floating chaff
Never wash up ashore on my behalf
Tears streaming from my eyes’ salty rims
Heavy they sank into seas’ forever
Dwelling at bottom where my heart still swims
Trapped in the gurgle of my drowning breast
My pleas for mercy screamed like greedy gulls
Chased away from mere scraps off barren nest
For even love like nature has it culls
In a world that hides its love as treasure
Lost for ages in jungles overgrown
Love only given to me in good measure
Gaining not in value what was never known
Farewell to love hid in the floating chaff
Never wash up ashore on my behalf
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Recalling a very melancholy and somber mood after a painful breakup.A Sonnet to a young wife laid to rest.
Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
More than fifty years ago, whilst visiting the Louvre in Paris, I was emotional attracted to a painting of a young man laying his young wife in her grave, the very fact that the painting was in the Louvre merited the title of masterpiece, all the facets of emotion came pouring out of the canvas which has stayed with me ever since. So I share the emotion with you, albeit the words may be inadequate.Truth
Like the gentle clouds that float above head
Memories, times that seem to have stood still
A book with the end I not yet have read
Just holding me against my fragile will
The warmth of the comfort of knowing you
Holds me close when the chill tries to enter
No lies no suspicions for we know true
Yet summer goes away and comes winter
Can I stay warm with only memories
A cover made from the clouds up above
Or is it time to let go and fly free
To close this door and turn my back on love
A tattered rag can let the sunlight in
But want stow warmth upon me in the end
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Memories, times that seem to have stood still
A book with the end I not yet have read
Just holding me against my fragile will
The warmth of the comfort of knowing you
Holds me close when the chill tries to enter
No lies no suspicions for we know true
Yet summer goes away and comes winter
Can I stay warm with only memories
A cover made from the clouds up above
Or is it time to let go and fly free
To close this door and turn my back on love
A tattered rag can let the sunlight in
But want stow warmth upon me in the end
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Posted: Sep 2013
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