Fv Poems - Poems about Fv

I am named after my grandmother. Christened Sarah Jane, she was known as Jeanie. That is often the way where I come from, that deviation from the written proclamation. The first three of my siblings were never called by their primary baptismal names, after family relations. But the second, more meaningful to my parents. So, Michael Derek became Derek, Martin Seaneen, Seaneen (son...

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It's way back before I reached Age of double-digits But very clear in my memories Is a book-store boy Little taller than us Forever referred "little devil" by the owner ...

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My cherished friend and almost, sister! I took you under my gentle wings that you might overcome addiction, and so you did. You, so conservative in dress. Me, so flamboyant, in a state of colorful and flashy, undress! How kindly you transformed me from my addiction, artificial wildness! We, so different at first in looks but hardly in souls. Each contributed to each others's transformation. Walking miles that...

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Everyone needs someone through whose eyes he/she can do no wrong, ...

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It was such a long time ago, but I still remember the day she came to live with us, my aunt, a young widow. Everybody called her Rosy, maybe because she had pink cheeks, her real name nobody remembered. My sister and I became her instant fans, not because she was such a beauty, we adored her for the way she treated us, she...

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A NAME ABOVE ALL NAMES -- fv There is a Name above all names. His Name is Jesus. He is the only Begotten Son of God, born of the Virgin Mary, had a cousin named John the Baptist, and at the age of 30 began a three year ministry that cost Him His...

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All I know of my namesake is a photograph a young attractive smiling woman with long red hair holding me beside it in my mother's handwriting "...(called after) ten days old" Grandma says otherwise That I am named...

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Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens, she is nothing much like grandma. If anything, I am more like grandma for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality. Doris, nicnamed Dorie, how we tease her when we hear her name like the name of the spaced-out fish on “Finding Nemo.” Dorie, who we teased as a child because she always dawdled, always...

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Her name is Miriam Rivka* *'Rivka' is Yiddish for 'Rebecca.' Her grandmother's, Rivka Miriam a woman as pure and innocent at eighty as her granddaughter at age...

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Named after the king of mountains. From ancient myth a Sanskrit name. A mystical mountain made of gold. With a summit home fit for the gods. Life can be a dizzying adventure. When named after a mountain king. date-3/3/19...

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As a child I began hearing about a little town in the next county with an interesting name—the same as my surname. I gave that fact no more thought until I began teaching in that town years later. A few years later, my daughter and I moved there. One day I was talking with the town’s historian, who had...

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We shared the same DNA running in our blood and embraced with love was our deep bond. It was always completely understood with faith that we shared a divine friendship so beautiful. She was blonde, me brunette, looking nothing alike, though we were one and the same without fear. I must have been ten when she shared...

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I was thirteen the first time I pinned my eyes on her She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress She told stories of Sir Lancelot and knights of the round table. Some days her big brown eyes shone with happiness and...

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Florence The Goat Lover – FV She had a wicked laugh, witchlike Bringing forth Gingerbread House Fright She lived with goats They walked through the house gladly Front door was gone She wore men’s clothing Overalls, and she wore a black derby Her gray hair stuck out in crazy ways We were terrified of her Florence, the Goat Lover gave us Wild stories about black...

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A gentle curve of the lips Eyes so soft they put you to sleep A faint crimson across his cheek You see all that was All that will ever be I feel the breeze beneath my wings As an icicle forms beneath my feet What was love, returns Ages ago, this loss Pain within me deep Oh, father, I have lost forever May you ever feel...

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