Tag: poetry
member name: sheila ~the hapless housewife~ j.
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March 08, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
(This is another poem I wrote when I was a teenager)
To be a friend or not to be
That's the question you ask me
You want me to do something that's wrong
I didn't know confusion . . .
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September 29, 2008 11:50 AM EDT --
(This is not a sad poem; it is about my love for my husband, and even though I miss him, our love was and is always joyous.)
Love, I met you
so unexpected
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January 18, 2008 08:53 AM EST --
(republished for poetry groups)
Infused into my dream's horizon
are things I ponder upon arising;
Landscapes strange- often eerie
that I visit when I grow weary.
People . . .
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February 21, 2007 09:28 PM EST --
Which is her? Which is me?
A mirror image for all to see
One is perfect, no thoughts or fears
The other is used to shedding tears
One has never had heartache or pain
The other waits for hurt to gain. . . .
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March 05, 2007 09:43 PM EST --
I loved to see the days go by
all blue and green and gold
It showed me that the world was mine
and all its glories would unfold.
I loved the blueness of the sky
with clouds all drifting 'round . . .
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February 08, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I float, weightless
bouyant
carried inward
on saline waves.
Peacefully my subconcious
observes every . . .
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February 19, 2008 04:27 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I love my kids, I love my life
Too bad that I don't have a wife.
I'm a woman, it is true
But I have way too much to . . .
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March 02, 2008 02:50 PM EST --
(republished)
Reflections on a windswept day
gotta go, no time to play.
Busy is the way we live
no time to rest, even less to give.
We no longer stop to smell the rose . . .
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March 26, 2008 08:31 AM EDT --
I cleaned my fridge, cleaned it well-
didn't know I was in for a day of hell
It all started when I reached way in the back
and came across an ominous, mysterious pack.
"What's . . .
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October 01, 2008 04:58 PM EDT --
Tiffany, his firstborn girl
his pride and joy complete
the beginning of a father's world
with a love held, oh so sweet.
Brittney, the one who followed true
who brought him . . .
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January 02, 2007 01:09 PM EST --
Mama told me
keep away
He'll never stay
He'll walk out on you.
Mama told me
he's not your kind
he'll cross the line
he'll bring hurt to you.
But Mama couldn't . . .
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March 05, 2007 12:05 PM EST --
Nighttime, fireflies
dancing in the trees
Moonlight, spring skies
magic everybody sees.
Firefly, take me high
let your bodylight sing
help me soar through the sky
as my imagination takes . . .
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January 15, 2008 08:26 AM EST --
(republished for poetry groups)
I'm not a go-getter, appointment setter, fortune 500,
tennis shoes in the drawer, scratch for more.
I don't get IRA, 401K, bonus . . .
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January 22, 2008 04:18 PM EST --
My daughter wrote her first haiku. She's only 10, so I think she did pretty good.
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February 06, 2008 08:25 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of the poems I wrote)
ink flows
transforming
space to meaning
droplets to ideas
forming ripples
spreading
seeping
. . .
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February 06, 2008 07:25 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
When I was young I danced in a fairy ring
Unicorns lived and the world loved everything
My dreams never came to pass
And the unicorns . . .
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February 09, 2008 01:00 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
For $7.50
I liberate my psyche.
Popcorn accompanies
my
celluloid fantasies.
My mind . . .
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February 10, 2008 11:11 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
With a moistened fingertip
art emerges
from my granular palette.
My masterpiece
is created by a
moment's . . .
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February 13, 2008 05:04 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
Why is it, everytime
I try to take a drive
My husband acts like it's a crime
And grateful to arrive?
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February 17, 2008 10:38 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
Mommy, why is the sky so blue?
Why do I look like you?
Why are you really tall?
Why am I just so small?
Why can't any dogs talk? . . .
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