Monthly Archives: October 2011

Whiney Cat

Shut up you whiney big mouth It’s your fault that you’re chained! You — who just had to jump the gate and chase that cat. You — who refused to come when I called and had to be bribed with … Continue reading

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Another Haiku

Our words — they echo what we feel in our own hearts and put on paper.

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Daddy Dear

He was a better father than husband this man who walked into our lives… and won Mom’s heart. He doted on us kids, but knew not how to communicate with Mom. So in time she packed us up and we … Continue reading

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Just Write…

I’ve been composing a lot of poetry lately.  For some reason it just seems to flow.  I’ve been awakened from a sound sleep only to grab my scrap paper and start writing. Now you’d think it would be drivel, but miraculously … Continue reading

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Yesterday’s Gone

Oh how I wish for younger days! ‘Twas yesterday, or so it seems When I moved with grace and ease. Now I plod along with labored gate Supported by my cane… ‘Twas yesterday when shades shielded my eyes And gave … Continue reading

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Endurance

Pain pain go away so I can fight another day…      It all seems so surreal now as I spend my days ignoring the ever-increasing pain  in my eyes. I valiantly try to forget the doctor’s words, but to no avail. Sometimes … Continue reading

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Excess Baggage

Haunted by memories best forgotten Do I write about them to purge my soul Or simply ignore these gnawing feelings in my gut Burying them does no good Because they always break through my cerebral barriers And punish me even … Continue reading

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Model Behavior

I gaze at the mirror and detest what I see. The lines on my face mock me. Look real close and see the marks of the Botox entries. Look closer still and see the dull blue eyes vacantly staring back at … Continue reading

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Fashionista

I sprawl atop my bed and write the words to explain the images twirling in my head. Some are joyous and easy to extol — others not so much. But all must be written down if ever to be shared.

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