Daughter Cinderella Poems

A tree in love

By the old road, before it meets a widened way
 in a nearby stands two trees close together
 we can see they...

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The Garden of Peace


lately, I have been thinking of the many religions and how each one offers the best salvation is dependent on the circumstances...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Reflections of Affection

Painting your face... 
slowly on the canvas, 
in the colors of tan, 
and olive green. 

Your skin is so fair, 
it is hard...

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The 2nd reason the eldest remained exempt is someone had to see him as something other than a monster.To testify to his humanity.The remainder sans...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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When a poem speak in confidence

That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn
me, a poem of mystery,  a bite senility
 in my sensate...

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I can see the rainbows
They're right there
Rainbows do sort of piss me off, though, because my daughter always wants the pot of gold at the...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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Oh the elegance of diamonds 
Soft allure of indulged perfume
A beautiful, ceaseless onslaught 
As it wafts clearly through the room 

I dance blissfully in ball...

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Good Morning Mom

What is your day like?
What are you doing now?
Do you have things to do? 
Can I be of help to you? 

I have...

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Yellow Bird

My little sunshine colored bird, I am so proud of you. 
You did not walk when others ran. 
You did not talk when other...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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The Stage

We are often alone when we write. 
We use ink, or blood, depending.
The color often defining the mood. 
A quill, a feather a plume,...

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Cinderella Memories

Young, self-confident, the debutante
stood!
At the top of the golden railed staircase.
And, oh my, in a Cinderella mood!
The white full length strapless gown,
Satin buttoned gloves...

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