Long Cecelia Poems

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The Great PoetrySoup Poets in as of now
1.NoMatter What
2.Roses are Red...

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UNCLE ELDON 


Now that I am old,  I see more clearly through my mind's eye, than I did in my youth, all those special people who played such a wonderful part in my life....

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined...

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GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into...

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It was a hot summer day.  Harry had stopped by Grandma's house and offered to take the two little girls down to the store and treat them to an ice-cream cone.  Grandma, thinking...

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Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed shockingly hacked after I ordered music missal to replace a few of my old ones taken during a car jacking by Peter Gargano while he faked is death investing...

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The forgotten god
 
Whose rage should burn hotter
than mine; melt the noon day sun,
dry up all thy rivers, scorch the earth, that
thy crops may burn to ashes before
thine eyes, and the heat from the
very earth...

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What will I pack for lunch at work?
I gather healthful foods in the morning:
Nuts? Dark chocolate? A salad with croutons?
Perhaps organic crackers with cheese
or maybe a nice sandwich -
tuna, egg salad, or a BLT.
Driving home,...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I finally realize I, like she, has been stripped of all my former beauty by the passing of the seasons. 

I know...

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The Cottonmouth King

I, The Cottonmouth King creep 
out from under my rock; 
I penetrate the depth of your soul 
Blood runs on damp streets 
claiming another life
Drama tastes of bitter swallows, 
escaping from guillotine’s wrath,...

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Cecelia was a new person in town to see
about the rooms for rent with availability.
This woman came to start a car rental company.
It would serve the people within this community.
Cecelia knew Prester was the name...

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By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel...

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MOTHER AND CHILD  
      
  Behind each person there is a woman who raises up the being,   
   gets child acquainted with world, the...

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She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                            ...

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The first time I saw Vera...

I saw: A scrawny, wrinkled, little thing with sallow wrinkled skin, a head of fine white hair that looked like a dandelion gone to seed and a pair of faded...

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She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                            ...

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An adventure with a friend in the Fall of 2019 became a celebration in the Winter of 2020. We departed Northern California and headed East beyond the Great Divide, beyond which there lies a city...

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There's a special man I call my "friend",
          With a heart that's gracious without end.
           ...

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Aman was his real name, friends called him ‘Zero’,
Helping others was second nature to this little hero,
He had calmness and peace of a Himalayan sage,
It was surprising to see in someone that age!

The arithmetic teacher...

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2019 has reached my doorstep
As subtly as a tiny ant, wishing to steal sugar
From my cupboard
2019 has reached me, and along with it
Comes the anticipation that my dawns
Will have adorned to them
Feathers tainted dark red,...

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I am Lilizzi, or the spirit of fire, I am the pure essence of the flame itself,
all fear and adore me. Does not every star in the heavens burn because of me?
Out of all four...

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‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was...

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Open like a door before me
Be it sun or rain or stormy
          Each new year gapes like yawning chasms, dark
     And for...

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I was born in '49 and turned 50 in the year 1999.                       ...

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Life, like a practiced comedian on the stage
Keeps smiling and frowning in turn.
Under the embers of joy that spark from our hearts,
Lies the pulverized heap of charcoaled dreams!
	
Sometimes I find life, a tight rope walk
When...

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