Linda Poems - Poems about Linda

Sang by Linda

Her voice, a river, smooth and clear,
A melody that faded every fear.
In music, we found a bond so deep,
That bloomed in time, as love did seep.

In shadows we danced, where nobody could see.
A step behind, yet you noticed me.
The years between us, a quiet doubt,
Would they understand, what love’s about?

The silent moments, where hearts ignite,
The

Linda Lucy May Kays Attractive skirts

Her skirts lands against her springy step in a pretty way
Swirling around her luscious legs with an extra sway
She’s an old- fashioned woman, our Linda Lucy May Kay
Wearing silky nylon hose nearly every single day

Sailors all along the channel and down the bay
Will testify to what I have observed and now say
Her swishy skirts often

Linda Alice Flower

lovely poetess
sweet Linda Alice Flower
pleasant neat odor  

a wonderful friend like Linda

Lighthearted Linda had an effervescent buoyancy
Spirited, gay, and lively, she totally lifted up me
Having a good friend like this seemed like a thrilling luxury
Much better than a yacht or a five-hundred-dollar shopping spree

Fall Song - A Collab with Linda Alice Fowler

Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.

Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

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Linda Alice

there’s a halo hanging from her head everyone agrees~je t'adore
sublime sneaky snake come slither by~who directs traffic in the grass
pal owl perched on glove~wise bird see more less spoken hears her muse recite

Stay Away From Judgemental Linda

She looks snobby, judgemental Linda said.
I observed the newcomer who looked a bit stand-offish.
But perhaps it is because I had not met her yet.
I ran up to tell her that I liked her costume.
She was pure steampunk all the way.

She was a lovely woman, ready to converse with a stranger, me.
We hit it off and

In the Turmoil With Linda Alice

In the turmoil of troubling thoughts
I hear your voice calling to Me.
Listen! Your sick heart is screaming
as it seeks out comforting spots.

Listen! You must feel contrition
in the turmoil of troubling thoughts.
Turn eyes to Me for forgiveness
and ask for Divine redemption.

Listen! Your soul churns within you
and you need My kind, healing touch, 
In the turmoil of

Heaven-Sent With Linda Alice

Heaven-sent on dove’s whitest wings,
unique beauty of nature sings
with cottony clouds and harp strings
gushing out crystal sparkling springs.

Its magic an enchanting tease
as music floats down with the breeze.
Subtle nostalgic melodies
whisper God’s clear cathartic pleas.

Life bursts forth with a childlike glee
in earth, in sky, and on the sea.
My heart and soul cavorting free,
playful caresses cover me.

Divine

Spring's First Touch - Collab With Linda Alice Fowler

When Spring’s first touch is gently set
with Winter now scarcely a threat,
implore the ocean breezes spray
all cares and troubles far away.

With sweet caress of warmer days
and softness in the sunny haze,
carry me to pastoral thoughts
of my favorite nature spots.

Where flowers kiss the breeze that blows
and young ones run, too spry to pose, 
transport me to

My Beloved Linda

Way out in the desert      

                                           Off Highway

Linda and Luther

Her name was Linda, and she was born in Rosario, Argentina.
His name was Luther, and he was born in Xinghua, China.
Both Linda and Luther were children of Americans. They
both were born while their parents served in the military. *

They could not have been born in places farther apart. Rosario
and Xinghua are separated by 12,425 miles**.

Linda Alice

A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler
Chose the spirit animal owl for her
avatar and muse, and who
doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu
with all her power, no not this prowler

True to herself and has keen intuition
If she appears in your dreams, pay her attention
It’s well-known symbolism
Embrace change with optimism
Owls can appear as protector’s or an omen

A night owl

My Friend, Linda-Marie

 
Linda-Marie wrote her last poem January 30, 2013.  She knew
she was dying when she wrote it and her poem begins . . .
"Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds"

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Rest in peace Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of Poetry Soup,
   When I think of you I weep and then I must smile;
You were

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