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Julie Conerly Poem
Chameleons
Chameleons we must be
In a world forever changing
For the sequel to tranquility
Is impending rearranging
The news of sudden tragedy
A husband leaves his wife
Before night stars can twinkle
Chaos rules your life
Maybe life has lost its luster
Stagnation’s dulled the sheen
The mind’s become too idle
Wreaking damage unforeseen
Hence the chameleon emerges
Commencing transformation
Altering its persona
To command the situation
Like the chameleon in nature
We employ our disguise
Our mechanism of defense
‘Til a plan we can devise
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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It could have been you
Hiding behind the post
Stretching out your arms
Your tiny face upturned
To the early morning sun
Waving at me softly
While swaying with the breeze
It was only wishful thinking...
But you look so much the same
that I walked a little closer
and nearly called your name
A scent so very subtle
Drifted through the air
Reminding me of the last time
I tied a ribbon in your hair
I picked the wildflower for you
But you’re much too far away
Shall wilt before you see it
This one I picked today
Against the velvet petals
You won’t get to press your face
But together we will pick the one
That grows up in its place
I’ll save this in our special book
Pressed between the pages
And hide it in our secret place
We’ve known about for ages
The next time that you come again....
You’ll know right where to look!
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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Plagued with signs of aging
Only the eyes bore a semblance
These were faces I used to know
Yet I barely see a resemblance.
Hair that once was wavy and long
Now barely grows in sprinkles
The face that never had a flaw
Now creased with lines and wrinkles
My eyes slowly traveled the room
Trying to look so nonchalant
Reveling in all the rounded figures
Sporting an out-of-date bouffant.
And to think I once was jealous
And made to feel so out of place
By this very group of matriarchs
Without a sign of youth to trace
How gracefully I’ve aged
As I compared myself to these
How much younger I appear
I’ve sailed the years with ease.
The sound of voices intermingling
Draws me back to reality
Scarcely believing what I’m hearing
They’re saying the same things about me!
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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I burned the crescent rolls,
and then her tears flowed...
We knew they were inevitable,
she was definitely on overload.
Too many people in the house,
and way too much commotion...
“You brought a dish not on the menu?”
Turned her tears into an ocean.
“I’ll just scrape the burned part off,”
evoked another muffled sob...
“My dinner's ruined and nobody cares
I’m just too old for this job.”
“Think I’ll have a glass of wine,
Care to join me sis?”
Think we’re going to need it
To survive this Thanksgiving bliss!”
“I’m never doing this again
I just cannot take the stress…
Hosting a family gathering
Causes me nothing but duress!”
A year since then has passed
My telephone starts to ring
“Coming home for Thanksgiving dear?”
“Of course, what should I bring?”
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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Julie Conerly Poem
The Cloak of Friendship
We wore our cloak of friendship
like the finery of royalty;
now it hangs threadbare and tattered,
a dishonored breach of loyalty.
In the armoire of desolation
a mere cloud of evanescence;
this kinship once so vibrant
now stripped of incandescence.
Treasured memories from a lifetime
just discarded and destroyed;
how doth a heart feel heavy
when it’s nothing but a void?
Drowning in my dolor
our lost friendship to lament;
you just let it slip away
when for a lifetime it was meant.
Julie Conerly
2010
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2011
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She’s gone, there’s no Trace
No more leather, no more lace
No alluring smile upon her face
He took her and left me with no Trace
A dark and troubled life she’d led
The hidden tears dark eyes had shed
Dangerous waters she had tread
Today I found out Trace was dead
Tough and hard, the role she’d played
Of nothing, she said, was she afraid
But when all her cards had been laid
Twas a tender heart God had made
A sister’s love we had shared
To each other souls were bared
Standing by her when no one dared
Staying with me when no one cared
Now she’s gone, I have no Trace
No long black hair falling ‘cross her face
In heaven now, a better place
Leaving me here without a Trace
I’ll miss you…
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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Blackened sky enveloped her
A storm fierce and unforeseen
Lashing out its vengeance
Shattering the serene
Yesterday she’d lingered
Embraced the sun upon her face
Dark clouds just a memory
Blue skies in their place.
Black clouds too familiar
She’d beckoned them for years
Now determined to escape them
Weary of the tears
Fingers of lightning strike her
Though guilty of no wrong
Flashes of the shackles
That bound her for so long
Stinging tears of stormy days
She’d positioned in the past
Blurred the vision of the dream
That sunny days would last.
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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I Have Seen
As I look back upon my life
I never must forget
For more than thirty thousand days
I’ve seen the skies ablaze at sunset.
What a miracle, I thought
As I hummed a little tune
Because for just as many nights
I’ve gazed in wonder at the moon.
I’ve witnessed brilliant streaks of lightning
Watched a million flowers bloom
I’ve seen the faces of my loved ones
And how their smiles light up a room.
I’ve been awed by mountains’ majesties
Watched the roll of ocean waves
Been enchanted by fresh snowfall
Seen tears flow by many graves.
I’ve watched my children’s children grow
Then start families of their own
I’ve seen the fruits of my hard labor
Emerge from seeds that I have sown.
I’ve seen birds soar among the clouds
Marveled creatures of the sea
So much beauty in this world
That God has shared with me.
For my Daddy
Julie Conerly Votolato 10/02/11
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2011
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So rare a gift bestowed
To hold the future in your hands
Your legacy in life
Your values to unfold…
A chance to make and mold
The person you were naught
Make perfect the mistakes
Live dreams you often sought
Make reality the vision
That never came to be…
You hold within your hands
A challenge none can equal
The actress in the leading role
The star in your life’s sequel
The future’s in your hands
The world’s waiting for your plans.
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010
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Emerging from the shade
Warm rays seeping through our pores
chills slowly dissipating
Arms spread wide to soak in more
A sky of endless azure
Soft breeze dancing through our hair
Watching clouds turn into dragons
Then disappear into thin air
I watched as she spread sunshine
To all we chanced to meet
Convinced that as we strolled along
Flowers bloomed beneath her feet
Talked of everything and nothing
Laughing well into the night
Reminiscing special memories
With arms linked together tight
I thought how very special
She had always been to me
How God designed this friendship
As it was truly meant to be
Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2012
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