https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/I am entering into a whole new genre. Hope it works! All pieces by Tamara Cobbinhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/450859HELP 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449947“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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449946Blood drops! Free Will surrounds thanks to those brave souls lost, but why all the precautions then? Freedom?https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449945THE 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 mehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449165*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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449008* 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen5406/449006*A Cinquain Poem* Love Lost Found Love lost now has found us life has meaning again thirty years later say “I Do” complete