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I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang,
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.
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Spring Cleaning
Closet doors open,
Sweeper to adjust,
Housecleaning today,
Yes, spring cleaning is a must.
Windows to wash,
Cabinets to clean,
Dust mallet to swish,
Even on outdoor screen.
As soon as my laziness passes,
My deeds I will again tackle,
First to by a new pair of glasses,
To attack dust again and cackle.
I haven't a magic wand,
To swish all about,
For of it I would truly be proud,
To clean more easily without a doubt.
If I were a Jennie in a bottle,
From my lamp I could clearly see,
For daily I would wiggle my nose,
And the glass it would then be clean.
Linda Terrell
Feb. 25, 2010
Gee! If only it were that easy! Hope you like my humor of cleaning tasks that I formed into
some these what rhyming verses.
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Good-bye Little Debbie cakes,
Mr. HO HO, Boo hoo hoo,
Aunt Twinkie too,
I'm surely gonna miss, all of you.
Good-bye fresh bakery donuts,
Audios gravy covered steak,
Truffles with cream too,
I'm really gonna miss, all of you.
So long, Long Johns,
My scrumptious chocolate Sunday's,
Uncle French Fry too,
Be gone from my hips, all of you.
Hello almond nuts, and legume,
Water packed tuna and brother salmon too,
Greeting my low fat diet butter,
I must welcome within, all of you.
Linda Terrell
March 13, 2010
I have created poem/lyric verses for a heart-smart lifestyle to lower cholesterol as we should
all follow.
It would make an informing cheery song or silly jingle.
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Cherokee spirts riding in the clouds
Cherokee winds crying out loud ( Chorus )
The Cherokee spirits whispering from far away,
Calling, Calling, Calling through the winds,
Oh the longing message it sends.
Whispering ancestors bacon all family when life ends.
Cherokee spirts free, longin again to roam
Among the lands they once called home ( Chorus )
Winds sing banchee songs bellow in the night,
Of spirits calling of their long ago fright,
All souls now weakening with out fear, all who hear
lonely hearts those left behind, Rains of loved ones sheading tears.
Cherokee spirits roaming through the clouds
Looking for lost family among the crowds ( Chorus )
So if you hear at the end of your days,
becoming banchee winds calling your name
Though you never knew your ancestors,
yet unknowlingly always obeying Cherokee way
Cherokee spirits riding on the clouds
Calling through the winds riding over the crowds. (Chorus )
Then you may be....indian Cherokee family
Once so free that roamed this land endlessly
Cherokee spirits roaming still ever so free
Calling one last time all Cherokee family
By Linda Terrell
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Oh turkey again. I pulled open the fridge,
Just yesterday it was hanging from Buck's bridge.
That big fat bird,
he, looking so obsurd.
Feathers twisted on his back to and fro,
A job of plucking, I do hate so.
I pulled him out,
with out a doubt.
The biggest bird I'd ever seen,
but ouuuueeee, oh so goey and lean.
I used a spoon to stuff him completely,
following instructions exactly.
I put him in the oven precisely,
Where he fit so nicely.
While family knocking at the door desperately
All then greeting and smiling so sweetly.
He cooked on hour, then two, then three,
Hurray now he's done yipeeeeeeeee!
All the fix ins are ready,
my hands were warm and steady.
I proudly in front of the oven stood,
He smell so ever lovin good.
O grabbed a big fat potholder,
I pulled him out a bit bolder.
Then in goey turkey grease I slipped,
and over my shoulder that turkey flipped.
Oh so high in the air, Oh I sware,
I seen him laugh, that turkey with flare.
He flew so very high,
landing on grandm's thigh.
There he landed in her lap,
Uncle Ned began to clap.
Her wig flew off took a hop landing over him,
Now one even broke a grin.
My thanksgiving dinner a now disaster,
Everyone has now voted me "The Master."
From now on we all agree,
Ham or turkey it will be.
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In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree.
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground.
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully.
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy.
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the
scortched land.
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong
branches.
This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone, as I gaze over the lawn at it from my
window.
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander, why?
Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010
This is a fiction story but I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.
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Hop Scotch,
Whoola Hoops,
Metal Skates,
Skinned knee fates.
Tricycles,
Bicycles.
Motorcycles,
Dripping popsicles.
Hot wheels,
Pin wheels,
Bob Barker's big deals
Spinning on all wheels
Paper dolls,
Sillly phone calls,
Cartoon bits,
Howdy Doody skits.
Mickey Mouse,
Mighty Mouse,
Minny's Micky's spouse,
Vist Little Rascalls club house.
Poodle skirts,
Ben Casey shirts,
Castles made, digg'n dirt,
Boy next door, fun to flirt.
Linda Terrell
March 24, 2010
OH THOSE MEMORIES OF LONG AGO
Superman loved Lois,
Gospel our parent told us,
Ricky loves Lucille Ball,
Globe trotters, oh so tall.
The first Alvin, Simon, and Theadore,
Sweeper salesmen at our door,
In bobby socks, all girls dressed
Angora wrapped rings, We felt so blessed
Ymmm! Moms prize dessert,
Oh my the fun, of a growing spirt
Ahhh! Those memories, I am so glad,
And all the licks on my face, of the dog I had.
Nothing can now compares
No double dog dares
Saturday night isn't the same
But oh those memories, in my mind I frame.
Linda Terrell
March 24, 2010
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Some days I feel I'm nearly crazy
Kids and chores so many, I become hazy
Motivation slides, no---then I'm just lazy.
While I gather my one thousandth drifting thought
I find I'm just a dreamer and bit of a cad who ought
Ought to be a poet of wisdom by many sought
But isn't it a tiresome job being a poet of nought.
No one for me hangs a big welcome banner
I'm aways the dependable one, especially on holidays
Hard working and expecting little praise
For my job well done "The Great Meal Planner."
So if you like to be a poet, making copies on your scanner
Juggling jobs, and tasks so many in a rediclous motherly manor
To feed all the pets, of which occasionally I appear as being a lion tamer
Well, you too may find someday nothing makes since, it all just makes one insaner.
Linda Terrell
November 11, 2009
Had a rough day today...
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His presence lingered
my heart with love tonight
flows as wind
Linda Terrell
December 16, 2009
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I am proud to announce my fiction book Alisa's New Life is now on sale through Publish
America, Amazon.com, Barns and Noble and other online book stores.
My pen name is Linda Bates.
The story is about 5 children that are abandoned by an alcholic father, but when they loose
their mother and go to live with their 19 year old sister thier lives take a turn. The story
centers around the main character, Alisa Preston. She has three younger brothers and one
older sister. Alisa, her friends Gilly and Jason are growing teens, which go through many
exciting adventures and changes through out the book.
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