Long Karen Poems

(A both serious and fanciful encounter with God)          

1. There are so many questions that I have for God, 
Oh my love, don't you feel the...

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Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = 
brooke = gorgeous 
mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.”

Orpheus
We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re in New York City...

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Here's why this was necessary...

   This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of a lengthy 3-part poem. The 2nd and 3rd THIRDS had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations....

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the...

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Quotes:
1. "Doubt is not the absence of faith - certainty is!"  Karen Armstrong

therefore

2. "It is impossible to be a true Christian and not have doubts!"   Brian Johnston

3. “For by grace you have...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
                             ...

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Remember the day before you died? Your heart reeked of mania. The way you lied about your whereabouts broke my world into a mangling mess. Who cleaned up my mess? It used to be you....

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My heart stopped beating with hers- 
for we were connected by blood and 
tears. 
If only Karen was here…
            once again.

Yes, I could pick...

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I am Kerris Hakim, bartender trade by night.  Here at Fahrenheit Lounge I've heard
Stories of patrons who dared to live, and lovers who had suddenly died.  
Graduating from law school without a dime....

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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Do you think it?                               ...

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The day Karen died you instantly became mine. A five-year-old golden retriever in need of a new mumma to call his own. So, I wrapped you in my arms and gave you the warmest bed...

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Happy birthday, my love….
Today you turn forty-seven years old, dear sister... 
May your wings shine brighter today than ever before.

May my smile bring you joy and laughter. Oh, how your laughter saved me so many...

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Dear Laura…

I have an inclination that when you read this down the road you will have lived a long healthy and happy life. These things I pray for you.

I pray for guidance when your daughter...

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Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started
and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,
thus I present genuine psalm
remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears
and apprise thee dear reader,
when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated...

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We’re in NYC - at last - on Christmas vacation, and it feels like a pardon.

It’s amazing what can happen in just a few wild and change-filled hours. One minute, seemingly, you’re in a picture...

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On the night of Eve in our home in the Heights, 
I strung all the tinsel and turned on all the lights.
The puppy was sound asleep and Ella was snoring, 
my hubby was watching football,...

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I’ll never get over the pain of losing my sweet Rosie. Thank God I was able to hold her for a short while before she flew off to be an angel baby. I only allowed...

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TO MY FAVORITE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BO

Poem I Written September 26, 2015

You're beautiful golden hair,
with a splash of gray on your face.
And so what if your fur,
is all over the damn place.

If you gave me your...

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Almost a week…
      My knees, they’re still weak.
I can hardly sleep…
      all I do is moan and weep.
Your soft coat I so miss… 
 ...

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someone wise told me I should write about my great loss, 
maybe it would help me deal with my sweet boy’s death-
truth is I would give any amount of money, pay any cost, 
to take...

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I posted this first poem on one of my first days here at Poetry Soup. It’s about my stinky Pug Mugsy. He is almost fourteen now and for the past two days he has been...

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Along some bank of ambiguity.
Isolated while in wonder,
I lacked motivation.
Consequently, I preferred to be someplace different.
I perceived myself wandering near the banks,
Concerning one Tiber River in Rome.
"What is behind me,
Is not in front of me!"
Snickering,...

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How thankful can one woman really be? Is there a limit to how deep gratitude flows- a way to measure how much love I hold in my heart for my family? Forty-years of Thanksgiving meals...

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driving to work is a regular part of the day for her,
but the specialised hospital is too far -
twenty-five days, exactly at nine!
the best option is the subway ..why not?
instead of watching those busy roads,
immersing...

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