Best Diane Poems

Inspired By In A Perfect World by Diane Christian

Once you do prefect,
It will then become perfect;
Part of perfection.

It must require a certain selection
Of things that appertain to perfection
If perfect is what we want to obtain
God will make us able to stand the strain.

What I have...

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Phil’s caveman look is very weird
He really should shave off his beard
His mother is right
He looks a strange sight
The Neanderthal look’s to be feared!


Since December Phil’s been hirsute
He needs to give his beard a boot
He’ll cut it off in the sink
But his mum won’t cause...

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For Diane

You are young and so alive
and I am old but with the fire still alive

We come from places far apart
and still we connected at the heart

I have fought the fight you face
it happens in a very frightening place

Your troubles lie within your past
and time...

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we are all here for a reason
even those who wonder  why
sometimes life makes us laugh
sometimes life makes us cry
but God brought us here for a  purpose
and to find his truth
God choose  us long before our youth
he knows every plan and every good...

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They asked me which day of my life was the best 
This set me a quandary I must solemnly attest
Could it be that day long ago when first I met you
Or the cold February day when you said ‘I do’
Twenty five years wed a momentous...

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I can not believe her,
As there alone she sits
Eyes scrutinizing everyone
Moisture on her lips
Her face as hard as iron
Beneath the caked on artifice
She need rely on no one
She is no longer nice

Her very core is blackened
Her eyes, they will not see
The despair that she portrays
As...

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Honorable, legendary civil rights pioneer, Diane Nash
A cherished treasure that can't be purchased with cash 

 A great American. An enduring heroine to the nation 
   Her fierce activism helped end racial segregation



Date written 11/17/2022...

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For Diane

You are young and so alive
I am old but the fire's still alive
We come from places far apart
And still we connected at the heart
I have fought the fight you face
it takes place in a frightening place
Your troubles lie within your past
and time moves ever...

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Freshness of a breeze within
Mystical lady of all answers
Softly whispers I love you
Wrapped precious present
Her warm wings relax me
Never invited but welcome
Peer the abyss as one
Angel lady, my Mum...

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I never met but always appreciated Diane.
Through the media, I knew her first as a politician.
From my perspective, I knew her later as a good lady.
I observed the manner of her poise and her calmness.
It wasn't her politics that I admired, but her person
that I...

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This lovely poem is written in honor of my friend.
I will call her Diane, a friend dear to my heart.
It is not her name, but I am retaining her anonymity.
After her husband had an affair, it tore her apart.

This poem is actually in honor of...

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She listened to me; sometimes I had to talk all night.
She was my ears when I read late with a forbidden light
And my father’s snores were the signal that all was well,
That we needn’t fear the sudden steps that were his frightening tell.
She watched for...

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In Memory of Diane Straus
Huffington Post

Not only will this  event be monumental,
It has been designed to be sentimental;
Fine people lover;
Front page cover;
When God accepted her He was gentle.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC...

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Time Spent With Diane

Like traversing tracks
And jumping the cracks
My time
Spent with Diane

Like jumping some ropes
And sledding down slopes
My time
Spent with Diane

Like skipping some stones
And eating snow cones
My time
Spent with Diane

Like a childhood friend
That never will end
My time
Spent with Diane...

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I walk the distance between us on burning coals
Straddle the high wire between mountains for the
memory of your eyes/blue green
Like the blanket spread over sands
In the wee hours of never, where
Dreams fell like shards of shattered clouds
And I knelt before you spellbound, never
Fathoming the keenness...

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