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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

A Rondel Poem written for a contest on the topic of 'Depression'

HELP ME! It’s dark in here. I can’t seem to find the light Then a spark, a flash and my sister soul wants to be The spark turns into fireworks and I struggle to be free With unfair advantage, my second soul battles with all its might Ever be rid of the evil ghost within? I clench my hands so tight... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Calling A Loved One Gone - Rondel Poetry

“Grandma, can you hear me? I can’t climb any higher.” My voice can only reach so loud. I miss you and hope you have found to rest a lovely, lovely cloud If I told you my tears were of happiness you’d realize I am a liar Do you remember picking berries in the briar? “She makes the best berry pies in... Sign in to see full entry.

Define Freedom? written for a contest - "Is Freedom Really Free"

Blood drops! Free Will surrounds thanks to those brave souls lost, but why all the precautions then? Freedom? Sign in to see full entry.

The Twin Within was written for a painting of two faces merging

THE TWIN WITHIN G ive me the twin that is happy and content E liminate the soul that strays and controls M ake strong and devout the envied of the two I nvigorate my senses to help dominate N ow is the time for the stronger to shine through I am all spirits, no matter, love me for me Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

I have migranes - my living hell!

*An Achrostic Poem* H ow do I live with shards of glass piercing my brain? E veryone says the pain will pass, but it continues to rattle like semi trucks down the turnpike A lways the monster that eats away common sense D ragon slayer; each pill to work at times and at times not A lready the pain so... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 12, 2007

People and Balloons have so much fun!!

* A Rondel Poem* Balloon Tag How one little balloon, helium or not, can halt a crowd to stare. Bobbing on the wind in a colorful dance keeping all eyes upon it as it floats near by chance. A child amused whether baby or tot tries to catch it as a dare He sees it come, its way too high, he jumps up... Sign in to see full entry.

I found my first love after 30 years and we married in Santorini, Greece

*A Cinquain Poem* Love Lost Found Love lost now has found us life has meaning again thirty years later say “I Do” complete Sign in to see full entry.

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