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I Am A 4


President Barack Obama
Credited for getting Osama
Now along comes Isis
"Lord help me, another crisis!"


path - 12/1


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A Special Needs Hero

Young and pretty, living a normal life
Suddenly her world would never be the same
Her lovely boy born with special needs
Her daily life now the toughest of games

She carries on with her head held high
Having a career, still being his mother
Constantly dealing with medical issues
Yet she would not change him for another

Nurses and doctors fill her daily life
Fighting for the services that he needs
Never one complaint does she voice
Knowing not where his path will lead

A special soul; accepting the hand dealt 
My admiration for this woman so deeply felt…..





note---
I am privileged to be one of his nurses...I have never seen a stronger
more dedicated mother..


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Winter Colors


Winter Brown Barren branches waiting So proud of their naked silhouettes Winter Gray The clouds sit on your head Heavy with tomorrow's promises Winter White A virgin velvet gown Worn with the confidence of ages Winter Blue Crystal morning dew drops Transforming the harsh to heavenly
Barbara Gorelick 10/28/14 Some Form Of Crystalline contest


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Riding A Unicorn





A virginal ride

Holding the mane of a myth

Through fantasy clouds


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A Poet's Cry



Wanting to leave a small footprint when  I die
I often ask myself that age old question "why?"
When the mask I wore is stripped away at last
Will I be just a pebble dropped in seas so vast
Might I scribble in the dust some sign that I was here
A word or phrase that might bring a smile or tear
Now that the days are marching toward December
When there is not but words, will anyone remember
A simple poet's cry; the chapter closed and done





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White Lace

Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand

For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost 
She sings the songs of living death

For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises  keep

Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace



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HIdden Beauty

 She was plain of face and form
Someone noticed by very few
Of quiet voice and few words
Inner beauty hidden from view

A tender heart so full of love
Her soul as pure as driven snow
My mother, with work worn hands
As beautiful as anyone I know


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Uncle Jim


He lived in a small place down by the river
Raised a few chickens and a garden to tend
Neat and clean but we knew he had little
But to us children he was a dear friend

Always ready to come play our silly games
Or happy to listen to our childish tales of woe
He knew when and where the fish were biting
His wonderful tall tales he was glad to bestow

He rode into town on his old cow names Irene
She didn’t seem to mind at times being a horse
If it rained he carried a big black umbrella
It was a sight to see, we loved it of course

You can imagine , our parents thought him odd
And I guess he was if the whole truth be told
But he was a special part of out young lives
We wouldn’t have traded him for a bucket of gold…


Believe it or not, this is a true story..

10/23/14
Barbara Gorelick- Sketch a Character contest


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Little Stones


My window sill is laden with little stones
Of no particular color, shape or size
Given to me as if they were diamonds
By his little hand, my own special prize

Each one had its small story to tell
A recital of just when and where it was found
Washed and polished with loving care
Oh the stories, they went round and round

Small things make up the embroidery of life
The  joys that carry us through our days
Like a collage of colored stones on the sill
A small thing, precious in its own way….



For Anthony's contest....


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A Brittle Rose





I was wrong to think that roses would last forever You brought them to me that day so long ago My heart was captured by your boyish smile You were not yet a man and that I didn't know We made promises and our hearts were glad But you were gone when life began to show its face Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses And memories of that time that I can not erase


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