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Cecilia Macfarlane Poem
Middle child of seven siblings and has had a troubled childhood
It has made me a stronger person, just not easily understood
Had a baby at seventeen and had to grow up in a flash
Now tends to over think, tries not to do anything rash.
I have dark long blond hair, hazel eyes and an infectious smile
Patient, laid back, but still gets frustrated every once in a while
Likes long hot showers and is wise with money
Drinker of herbal teas and hot lemon with ginger and honey
Friendly, outgoing and loves to laugh
Driven, ambitious does nothing by half
Enjoys to read, dance and play scrabble
Inspired by poetry, in writing it I dabble.
Is a PSW in long term nursing care
Empathy for the elderly I can't but share
Loves truly and deeply, is a hopeless romantic
Directionally challenged without a GPS I become frantic.
Mother of three sons, who enriched by life with so much joy
Recently blessed with a grand daughter, who I cherish, love and enjoy
Kindhearted, non judgmental and a very loyal friend
I'm always there when needed, on me you can depend.
Never smoked, did drugs and rarely ever has an alcoholic drink
Likes crosswords and sudoku, games that make me think
Loves sea food, sauteed onions and homemade soup
Energized by biking, long hikes and is a leader in a scouting group.
Moved by Nickleback's song, 'If Today Was Your Last Day'
For we should live life to the fullest, let nothing stand in our way
My favorite movie is 'Ever After' starring my favorite actress Drew Barrymore
Hoping like the movie that my prince charming will soon walk through my door.
****Sidney ~ LeeAnn's " All About ___ " poetry contest ****
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2012
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In his bed she lies in wait.
For when he returns he will surely sate.
The time in the shower was just a tease.
No time to savor.....no time to please.
In his bed she envisions how he looked lathered in soap.
The smile he gave her when she went for a grope.
His mouth seeking hers for and amazing kiss.
The mounting pleasure..... turning quickly to bliss.
In his bed she tingles from head to toe.
From wanting him so bad, but he had to go.
An hour of yearning will seem like forever.
A blush reddens her cheeks as she imagines them together.
In his bed her fingers start to roam.
Finding her pleasure points, she lets out a groan.
For it's his lips and hands that she craves with desire.
Just the thought of his touch makes her perspire.
In his bed she anticipates his welcoming return.
Full of alluring charm that will certainly make her insides churn.
The smell and taste of him will awaken each and every sense.
Driving her to the brink of desire, each time getting more intense.
In his bed she hears him call out her name.
"Oh Darling........I'm going to drive you insane!"
The quivering begins for she knows he is right.
There will be no sleep 'in his bed' on this particular night.
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Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2009
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continued.......
In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming arms.
With a fiery passionate kiss he surrenders to her womanly charms.
She hungers for him like she has for no other.
Just being with him sends her into a delicious shudder.
In his bed she helps him out of his clothes as quickly as she can.
Wanting to feel his skin touching hers yet once again.
She marvels at his physique, he is a feast for her eyes.
She can never get enough of him no matter how much she tries.
In his bed she gives his nipple a lick, then a gentle bite.
Her hand grasps his hardness, they both are filled with delight.
She lowers herself and teases him deliberately with her tongue.
The music that they make together has only just wondrously begun.
In his bed he pulls her gently away, for he is on the verge.
He does not want any waiting time before they finally merge.
His eyes light up as they take in each and every curve.
A giggle escapes her lips as she sweetly whispers....."self serve!"
In his bed he is overcome with hunger, his eyes fill with lust.
His lips trail kisses down her arms before they settle on her bust.
Up and down each leg, not a spot he wants to miss.
He feels her body twitch and tremble from each perfectly placed kiss.
In his bed she feels his tongue lascivious lick her inner thigh.
She marvels at his patience, he is unlike any other guy.
She lets out a gasp as he zooms in on the right spot.
He deftly uses his tongue and lips, shy he is not.
In his bed he hears her breath quicken and feels her body shake.
If this is a dream, then he hopes he'll never wake.
He covers her body with his and miraculously they become one.
The pleasure so immense and they only just begun.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2009
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Sister, sister sitting there so sweet
Looking so virtuous, acting discreet.
Any male would eagerly bow at your feet
You have no idea of your allure, you're without conceit
Are you offering up a trick or a treat?
Only then will this Halloween finally be complete
Ready your answers to God when you do meet
For nuns of your stature are becoming obsolete!
For my girlfriend who dressed up as a sexy nun.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2012
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Maybe the most deadly disease is just around our corner
Carried to our doorstep by an unsuspected foreigner
Ebola is lethal with a fatality rate that is extremely high
If infected you have a 70% probability that you will die
Incubation period can span from one to forty two days
If stricken, severe flu like symptoms will leave you in a daze
Most symptoms will appear 8 to 10 days after exposure
Bleeding from extremities will have you praying for closure
There is no cure, a strong immune system is your best defense
Why there is still air travel from Africa truly makes no sense
Predicted cases to be about 1.4 million by January next year
An epidemic like we never seen is upon us, that is very clear
If this dreadful virus makes it to your corner. beware!
If stricken with this affliction be diligent not to share
If this disease become airborne, many millions will succumb
Our world will be left in disarray and left feeling utterly numb
10/15/2014
*WHO changed the incubation period from 21 up to 42 days, be safe everyone.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2014
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Governments have been intent on
eradicating our rights one by one
Backing us in a corner with countless
threats with nowhere to run
Under the disguise of an experimental vaccine
that has not been proven to be safe
Mandating it, thus taking away our choice
leaves us all feeling the chafe
Canadian truckers decided to take a stand for freedom and created a freedom convoy
Which the government, Big Pharma
and the mainstream media are trying to destroy
At stake is our freedom of choice, our livelihoods
and the spirit of mankind
Totalitarian society will become a reality
if the masses remain blind
To Ottawa the truckers made their long trek
asking all mandates to be dropped
Reuniting humanity worldwide by the millions
with unity that can not be stopped
Peaceful demonstrations fueled by hope,
awareness and an outpouring of love
That our freedoms will be rightly restored
with the grace of God above
Feb 3rd, 2022
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2022
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Summer says so long as glorious autumn takes it place
Less humidity and cooler nights puts smiles on our face
Cloudy fall wet days give relief from the hot blazing sun
Spectacular fall colors have only just wondrously begun
A previously soft velvet lawn is sadly now a hoar frost crunch
Squirrels dashing frantically collecting nuts for winters munch
Trees boastfully showing off their multi-colorful leaves so grand
While a wonderful cascading light snow beautifully coats the land
Sweat glands sigh in relief as shivering becomes the norm
Bracing ourselves for the transition as the seasons transform
Needing gloves to keep icy fingers warm on our daily walks
Observing abundant harvest displays mixed with corn stalks
The shortening days lets the moon have it's grateful turn
To shine in brilliance more often until summer does return
9/26/2015
~For Shadow Hamilton's Seasonal - Poetry Contest ~
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2015
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When a woman is just a woman
........... her true self she shows
When she is honest with herself
............her confidence glows
When she reacts with expression
.........with all emotions combined
When you never have to question
.........repeatedly speaks her mind
When she gives her attention
...........shows tender loving care
When she shows her inner child
..........does everything with flair
When she voices her opinion
......... omits when incorrect
When she exposes her heart
..........treats all with respect
When she gives you her all
.........asks little in return
When her eyes are open wide
.........always ready to learn
When she has nothing to hide
......... her heart on her sleeve
When a woman is just a woman
...........her soul you will perceive
6/9/2015
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2015
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I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
I'm petite with small bones
I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel
So she decided things had to change
Lifting weights at first felt strange
Her trainer pushed gently
Encouraged intently
Her life she happily rearranged
Now building bone density and power
Her muscles sprouting like a flower
Strength is now her friend
Workouts are now her trend
It takes discipline and willpower
No longer thin rather lean and fit
Liking the changes she does admit
Active body and mind
Healthy diet combined
This lifestyle she'll never quit
06/01/2016
*I been working out for 6 months now : )
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2016
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A child's view:
"Why did you leave us dear mom and dad?"
"Did we do something to make you mad?"
Tears on our faces, as we see you drive away.
"Please come back, we'll be good everyday!"
Our foster mother hates us, we don't know why.
Maybe she hits us, because all we do is cry.
My sister tries to protect me, but she gets beat instead.
It's hard not to hate her, she raps her knuckles on our heads.
But I'm just 3, my sister barely six.
We don't know what happened...how do we fix?
"Where are our brothers? We miss them so!"
"How can you love us and just let us all go?"
An adult's view:
Scars of abandonment haunt our souls.
Self confidence battered and full of holes.
Hate and resentment learned so young.
Our spirits crushed, our sorrows unsung.
Trusting of others is extremely hard.
Self protecting.......eternally on guard.
Escaping the past, we run away.
Coping mechanisms always in play.
Failed relationships in abundance.
Struggling against all compliance.
Memories buried in recesses of the mind.
Lessened only by the passage of time.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2011
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