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| Blossoming | Pink Buttons |
| Personality escapes me when I am in a throng. Sparkling wit eludes me I sing no clever song. Like a timid little violet I shrink into the gloom, when my presence is required in a crowded room. Ah, but when I am with poets I then take center stage and as we read together page by page by page suddenly I come alive, my face begins to shine and I become a part of the poet's world sublime! I fear no condemnation, I feel no sense of dread no more at a loss for words I say what must be said. No more a shrinking violet hiding in the gloom, I stand tall and very proud, I have achieved full bloom Ella Dillon Good Dog My ashes now rest on the mantle I've gone to my home in the sky. Master, I want to thank you for your soft and loving good-bye. I always tried hard to please you, I did the best that I could. My aim was to gain your approval and hear you say I was good. At one time they called me a bad dog, until you came on the scene. Your love has made me a good dog. I'm happy you did intervene. You have my eternal devotion although I no longer reside in the earthly home you inhabit, my love transcends time and tide. Ella Dillon A Candle In The Wind Quietly like a candle in the wind . . . My father went home to be with his Father: The Father of life, The Father of love. My father now sees colors he's never seen before. He now hears angels sing hymns of praise. Like a candle in the wind my father went home . . . Raymond John Flory The wind blows softly. It whispers songs in my ears. Gentle melodies. Tahnee Brown |
She did it and it was done and it showed she knowed it showed just as loud and plain as the big pink buttons all done askew down the front of her little - girl white Sunday - best dress that she could never wear the same way again Rick Jouper Do I Qualify? (a poem dedicated to guidance counselors) I don't want to get married ma'am, I don't want to have kids. I don't necessarily want to be a professional, I don't mind if I'm poor, as long as I'm not bored. I want mystery, inconsistency, maturite,and speciality. I want to travel and experience life, gallivant style. I want to love someone once, and love again. I want pain in my life (to grow from), and experiences that will change the world. And I want God on my side when I reach the end. Now that you know ma'am, what it is that I'm looking for, can you reccommend a good college? Taisha McFall My First Day Of School I am taken up the stairs, Into the classroom I go, We meet the teacher, Out in the hallway, I am hung up, Hey! hey! Don't leave me out here, I am left all alone, No! I was wrong, I met a lot of bookbags like me, Then it was time to go. Danielle Smith Making The Right Connection Melancholy with a sense of impending doom seeking solace in communion with God to dispel the malevolent gloom. John Constantine Mastor Hand Shadows Night brought a skiff of snow glittering to morning's breath as the sun crawled into the sky moving shadows back into whitened outlines like on the gabled church where each spire silhouettes itself like hand shadows on the roof. Diane Webster |
| First Frost | Daddy's Girl |
| deep in the November night as black velvets the Oklahoma hills white fingers of frost poke down the draws along the RED RIVER flick across the riffles ice the edge of TEXAS Sheryl L. Nelms |
Overjoyed, faint I feel it in front of me Like a raging sea My daughter's eyes She giggles She jiggles Smiles and says Daddy Daddy Tea? Pouring the brew Delicious beyond taste I see her in front of me Overjoyed, proud Drinking life Sipping tea. Stephen Chaleff |
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