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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along with these titles: The Sound of His Breathing (Written about my husband. It won in a competition) Sorting through the worries in my head Furious with the creaking of the bed I toss and I turn And I yearn and yearn For answers to the questions of life Wondering why I can’t be a good wife And I hear his heavy breathing… Rhythmic and slow And I know I know… He is deep in his sleep And I just want to weep I close my eyes tight Hoping all will be right My heart whispers a prayer To God who’s always there “God…life is a mystery Sometimes it’s beyond me Where will it end? What’s behind the bend? Please grant this one plea Please….listen to me… When my heart’s filled with dread As I lie on my bed Lord, make my world right Forever and always…. Let me hear the sound of his Breathing at night!" (The Last Poem I wrote about interrupting my husband's morning coffee time to give him some pleasure was considered too....passionate. I've deleted it, but perhaps I have to repost it. He Comes Looking for Me is another one about him. Since You've been Gone. And Nature Spoke to Me And Nature Spoke to Me I pulled my aching body Outside to get Vitamin D The beauty of my back yard Filled me with jubilee And as I turned up my face To soak up each golden ray I heard strange sweet voices That added joy to my day And the sun spoke to me As he blazed down from the sky… “Like me you must be strong And warm those who pass by” And the wind spoke to me As it played with my hair… “Like the Holy Spirit of God I’m here and everywhere.” And the birds spoke to me With their blissful little tweets… “Open your heart to friends They will give you many treats” And the blossoms spoke to me In fuchsia garments of spring… “See the thorns by our sides? Be prepared for all life brings.” And the grass spoke to me As it lay yellow on the ground “Let love water your soul So new life in you may be found.” And the sky spoke to me In azure tones of love… “I’m endless as you can see Free to fly is the peace dove.” And the clouds spoke to me As they sailed up in the sky… “Let the worries that you have Like us just drift on by” And the pine trees spoke to me As their scent filled the air… “Stand tall like us and know Gods help is always there.” Today, all nature spoke to me In a mother’s tone so kind My heart heard every word And I found my peace of mind. Yes, I can write about nature....Over a thousand views on that one An Old Lullaby I watched her sleep As I played with a curl Pulled her closer to me My sixteen year old girl... I sang her an old lullaby As my heart wondered why The tables have turned Now she’s the one She’s the one Who soothes me when I cry.... She pulled a cute face And I couldn’t even trace... Who she was dreaming about Who made her heart shout? Then struggling awake... She said with a shake... “Why is it that your mother’s voice Makes you want to sleep?” I smiled....a song in my heart The tears threatened to start I couldn’t speak I could hardly think So I whispered a prayer As I smoothed back her hair And thanked God for old lullabies! (My daughter is the light of my life. She's got great writing talent. Read her May 18 dedication to my for my birthday. "The Month of May- My Daughter's Tribute" Happy Pill Plea I reach out for my happy pill To make the raging pain be still My day with pseudo cheer to fill To live, I need to find the will And so I gulp a higher dose To try to get out of “morose” To say goodbye to my remorse This way myself I diagnose When day is done, I go to bed My little heart so full of dread That something’s wrong inside my head Perhaps it’s best if I were dead When morning comes, feet hit the floor And then I think, “Must I face more?” I’ll stay behind my bedroom door To live this life is just a chore A happy pill is not for you But still at times I wish you knew The need for meds for me is true So here is what you have to do Compassion is my deepest need It helps from sadness to be freed It is the bandage when I bleed So make kindness your daily creed (I have several poems about depression and ...suicide. He’s the One who longs for me The only one who can set me free My forgotten lover…. He’s the one and only Light The only ONE who can banish the night My forgotten lover He’s the one who sees my tears The only One who can quiet my fears My forgotten lover He’s the one whose love’s divine The only One whose heart is mine My forgotten lover He’s the one who gave his life The only One who can calm the strife My forgotten lover He’s the one whose blood was spilt The only One who can take my guilt My forgotten lover He’s the one whose voice I hear “My love, remember I am near I’m your forgotten lover “Remember how I love you so I gave my all for you to know I’m your ever faithful lover” “I am my lover’s and He is mine Jesus, your love is sublime Be my cherished lover!” (Spiritual write. Many of those. Try He Touched me. Very popular) Message to the Shooter Life had done you wrong Had taken away your song You felt you didn’t belong But why couldn’t you be strong? You went on a shooting craze Left behind a bloody maze And little children in a daze Did you think you’d get praise? You had demons in your mind So an outlet you had to find Vented on children who are kind Did self-loathing make you blind? In the end you took your life Left parents with nightmares rife And pain twisting like a knife Will there be no end to this strife? Little children are now dead Who will never be tucked in bed Little classmates filled with dread Couldn’t you kill your demon instead? Your pain wouldn’t go away So you made the innocent pay Now the horror is here to stay When you meet God, what will you say? (social issues like Female Genital Mutilation, the Armenian genocide, the caste system) What inspires me ? A great many things
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