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Charlotte Sweet Charlotte

Charlotte Sweet Charlotte
You are quiet tonight
You can still see the stars from your streets
A city so charming
And filled with delight
This southerner sure can compete

Unlike other cities
With tall buildings and more
You still have the grace of a gal
Who stands center and strong
To a heart filled with song
Who cares if you’re a femme fatale

For the glory is yours
Each day you do rise
To the sounds of the cafes all bustling
And tighten your boot straps
For Nascar, perhaps
Where Jeff Gordon will surely be hustling

Yes, the Speedway is here
With its cars and bright lights
And legends are made on the tracks
But even momentum
Some beer and adventure
Won’t stop you from feeling relaxed

Charlotte Sweet Charlotte
You are quiet tonight
But soon it will be football season
And the Panthers will play
The foe they will slay
Sweet Caroline plays for a reason

Your spell is cast nicely
On those who pass through
For your wonder will captivate
Just shy of the Mountains
Or East to the sea
Our Charlotte is Queen of the State

The Blue Ridge is glory
The landscape sincere
The small towns are doing quite well
The farms and small places
With warm familiar faces
The stories those mountains will tell

But if you drive East
Of this sweet Charlotte town
You will find country charm by the sea
Where sweet tea is custom
And corn bread is bakin’
And Carolina love sets you free 

Charlotte Sweet Charlotte
You are quiet tonight
You can still see the stars from your streets
A city so charming
And filled with delight
This southerner sure can compete

By Mary Susan Vaughn

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It's a Spring Morning

The morning greets me with birds at my window
They peck at the glass, 
they chirp and harass,
"The sun is up, the grass smells clean! 
The flowers so pretty they must be seen!" 

I pull the covers back up to my chin, 
the cold cotton pillow feels good on my skin. 
But the longer I lie here the more I realize, 
the coffee is calling; I really must rise.

With eyes barely open, I saunter about. 
The kitty is purring and happy as trout.  
My shepherds come running, their tails wagging fast. 
They want to go outside, and go running past.  
I open the door and nearly knocked over,
They run off the deck and into the clover. 

I walk to the table, 
all dressed with pink roses, 
waiting for barking, and kissed by wet noses. 
I smell the aroma of Colombian beans, 
my percolator singing, while I get on my jeans.

I'm feeling quite artful, 
the day has begun.  
The birds are still chirping, 
the yard in full sun.

The coffee tastes great, and as I sit here, 
the birds at my window, the cat in the chair, 
there's one place that's calling, with north light galore, 
just past the den, where Big Bear will snore.  
My studio corner, my wonderful place, 
where dreams are realized, and canvas to face.

The day has begun
It's a spring morning

-Mary Susan Vaughn

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Sit By My Side

Sit by my side and lick my toes, 
Or stick your nose in my lap. 
There never could be time for woe 
Not even time to nap. 
  
Your tail wags fast and furious, 
And you hop about with joy. 
Looking up at me and smiling, 
Like a kid with a new toy. 
  
I love you like you’re family, 
and look forward to each day. 
A love so unconditional, 
There’s always time to play. 
  
Our time together may be cut short, 
For life sometimes is not fair. 
But you will always have my heart, 
Devotion, Time, and Care. 
  
-       Mary Susan Vaughn

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A Friend Indeed

The day you came to live with me 
We both wanted a friend 
To love, to care, to spend some time 
No other could there have been 
  
For you approached me smiling 
A twinkle in your eye 
Tail wagging with such joy 
We both were hooked for life 
  
Never a bond so tender 
Never a bond so true 
You snuggle up to me each day 
No closer than us two 
  
-       Mary Susan Vaughn

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There Is This Dark Place Where I Go

There Is This Dark Place Where I Go

There is this dark place where I go 
when feeling overwhelmed
When life is too much to go on
My light all but dispelled

I take myself up to my room
And lie down on my bed
Surrounding pillows cuddle me
My thoughts are all in dread

I close my eyes and start to cry
The tears flow like a raging river
And every thought about myself
Comes to the race in fever

At every gate they wait to race
To see who wins the day
Sir darkness on the far end smiles
His horse has come to play

Black robe and spears upon him
To take a life and show
He has confidence that this time out
He’ll beat his sorry foe

Beside him are experienced rivals
Ready to add their mark
To set the fear and grief in motion
A death they will embark

And sitting near the other end
A white horse comes to race
An Angel sits atop his back
To take away disgrace

Sir Lord of Life sits patiently
Upon his donkey proud
He’s sure that somewhere in my heart
My purpose can be found

He’s at the far end, far away
From darkness and his grip
He knows he has to rewrite life
And thoughts within its script

He knows that darkness can be found
So easily within
But what grace can He offer
with confidence and win?

And so He prays to His father
For wisdom that heals the heart
From sin and loss, regret and fear
His child needs a new start

He places His words so softly
Upon my heart to hear
He wants His love to comfort me
To know that He is near

The Angel and her white horse
Sit quietly on my pillow
Like a guard at the door between darkness and life
At the ready to be my hero

There are so many at this race
So much of hurt and pain
They’ve come to plant the seed of death
To cheer at the disdain

They’ve come to make this life of mine
Seem worthless and mundane
To wipe away God’s weary promise
And blast it with profane

And all the feelings I have within
Like a cancer start to rise
I hear the roar of thunder
I hear my heart of lies

That all the ones I hold so dear
Are somehow better without me
That life is far too painful
And my heart is far too weary

Why must we hurt each other
With words that cut like spears
That foster hate and distance
And open wounds of fear?

The words plant seeds of worthlessness
Of broken hearts and broken spirits
But life can only take so much
And promises soon become limits

They hit so hard, these words we say
They rarely stroll in softly
They mean to hurt and take apart
The consequences are always costly

So off I go to the races
To fight this war within
To ask forgiveness for my disgrace
To humbly claim my sin

I pray that love will find me
That love will surely win
That those I love won’t leave me
And know I’m only human

I pray that someone save me
From this hell I fight inside
And plant a seed of forgiveness
Of love that has not died

The race is in full oscillation now
The mud splashed on my face
Of fear and hate and hopelessness
They won’t give up their pace

I see the light lagging far behind
The Lord, he can be seen
He may be slow, at times he fades
But determined to intervene

* * * * *

For He loves me more than anyone
And though this life is hard
He lets me know in whispers
That He holds me in high regard

And Angel white upon my pillow
Sits quietly and prays
That I will see the love around me
And the error of my ways

I pray that those I love in life
Will love me just as much
I pray that they won’t leave me
In darkness and its clutch

* * * * *


And so I wait in loneliness
Upon my pillow of tears
For a glimmer of hope and strength within
To bury all my fears

And as the race comes to a close
I see all the repairs
Within my heart and family
That needed all these prayers

An Angel kisses me with some strength
To comfort all my pain
And lets me rest this heavy heart
So love and peace remain

So sleep takes hold of my weariness
And dreams begin to flow
That maybe life is worth the pain
And we all need each other to grow

Another day at the races
But this time let it be
Without the many participants
That bring me to my knees

The sun is up and I can see
That God has kept His promise
To carry me when I’m at my lowest
And give me His grace and solace

* * * * *


For He loves me more than anyone
And though this life is hard
He lets me know in whispers
That He holds me in high regard

And Angel white upon my pillow
Sits quietly and prays
That I will see the love around me
And the error of my ways

I pray that those I love in life
Will love me just as much
I pray that they won’t leave me
In darkness and its clutch

* * * * *

Mary Susan Vaughn
February 23, 2017

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If Words Could Bring a Twinkle Back

If hugs could bring you back to us
And kisses bring a smile
We'd smother you with lots of love
We'd go that extra mile

If words could bring a twinkle back
to your eyes so far away
We'd talk and sing about your life
We'd read to you and pray

If holding your hand and touching your cheek
could bring back the memories gone by
We'd do all these things and much more for you
We'd give it our best prayerful try

But your mind is in a distant place
Your soul on Angle's wings
Your spirit floats on memories
Your voice no longer sings

You've lived a life so full of love
You've lived a life that's good
You dedicated your life to family
You did all that you should

So fly above the clouds so high
Feel the breeze upon your face
Welcome Angels at your door
Bow down to God's full Grace

Your spirit lives within us all
Your joy and laughter too
Soon eyes will get their twinkle back
But ours will be deep blue

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Santorini

One day I saw this picture 
Of Santorini, Greece 
A place in which I'd never been 
A place to find some peace 
I dreamed there'd be a day go by 
For travel to this place 
To feel the ocean calm and breeze 
To treasure all its grace 
  
But here I am, a bit older now 
And very much at home 
I travel to my favorite places 
In dreams I call my own 
I paint the places never seen 
I paint the ocean blue 
Imagining a beautiful place 
I'd love to travel with you 

Until that time I'll take you there 
On canvas and a brush 
A stroke of dreams and color too 
To while away the rush 
So look upon my painting 
With dreams of places far 
Places been and memories 
Of life outside your car 
  
But if you're ever stuck at home 
With nowhere far to go 
Let a painting tell your story 
Or take the time to sew 
For we can go most anywhere 
a journey from the start 
where peace resides and sunny days 
like the color in my art. 

- Mary Susan Vaughn ©2016

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Walls

*Walls*

Why do we tear down walls
Only to rebuild them?
Maybe in the same place
Or in another farther away

Walls are the darkness within us.
They are stifling and disruptive
Mimicking the divisions among us

Walls separate us
Or create a barrier between what 
We think we hear and know, and the 
Peace we crave

Did God create these walls?
Or are they created by the fear within us?
Fear of being alone
Fear of failure or Fear of success
These driving forces pulling each of us
Outside our inner walls

If we can only escape the barrier to walk
Among the flowers and weeds in the garden
We might just hear the wind and the bee
Or the butterfly deep within the garden

I ignore the simple things that are
God in all His glory
I can’t see past my own walls, and so
Instead see the big things
The mess in the kitchen
The laundry piling up
The work that dances with procrastination 

The everyday existence that becomes
The monotony of my ever-aging life
Entices me to reflect on what each day brings
And whether I can find beauty and kindness
Peace and patience
Within the walls

©Mary Susan Vaughn
10/27/23