Long Swanson Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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Words of a mother melting your spirit despite it being cold. Her loving you no matter what chasing that heart of gold. 
         "You don't need to...

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Missing You
     by Amy Swanson


Sunny day...
     reminds me of the warmth
           in your smile

Today I saw
 ...

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Suddenly the Storm
      by Amy Swanson


Beautiful spring day!
     Warm wind so soft
           playfully 
  ...

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Overslept
     by Amy Swanson   11/2008

A little something to make you laugh ;)



Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I...

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This is for you, Mystic Rose,
The closest cyber encounter family tree, my spree
Harry Horsman, Sara K, summer's gone, let's haiku and play.
Achoo contest, butterflies, Parise Pariku, and the awesomeness of Michael J. 
Andrea Dietrich, Debbie...

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I was giving a lesson on the Liberty Bell, as the daily Church bells went off.
Yes, you guessed it, Dragon wanted to ring them, suddenly he was aloft.
Before we could follow, he was out of...

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Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
       ...

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This poem is written in the same vein as "Letting Go."  ...  For my mom.



Again
   by Amy Swanson 



Another time,
    another place
      ...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."



There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him.
It all started with recurring headaches he...

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I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman.  I miss her already, deeply.  

She...

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This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson




shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 



sparkling stardances

  ...

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Death of a Dream
      by Amy Swanson


Time
   existence
       goes by
          *long drawn out...

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Far within the forest deep,
where Pixies play and the Willows weep.
There lies a pond with lilies pink,
that within the night, the stars do wink.

Those that the pond loves and feels,
has respect for the Magi ways,...

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I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....


With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I walked along the tide line,
no longer able to cope.

I stared...

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Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
  ...

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What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would...

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An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. 

It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers!  "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a...

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A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised. ...

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L-O-V-E
   by Amy Swanson (c) May, 1998

(dedicated to every woman who's ever had one of these!)


Hey now Mr. Satin Sheets, you think you're so fine...
   wouldn't give you the time of...

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** continued from part 1, please read that one first **



Willow's Bluff  (Part 2)
   by Amy Swanson     2.9.2009


The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my...

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It's Nothing
       by Amy Swanson   12/2008


Lost in my thoughts
     you ask me
           ...

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A person named Jeannie she is angry at the world.
All her life each day, all she done was quarreled.
Another one I met, all she does is sit and bets.
Spending all her time and money, which...

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Power Point Presentation on Meditation was underway
Eyes, ears glued to central points, narrative was on
Suddenly someone sneezed, concentration frittered away 
Missed the Point, presentor thought, yet went on

Came in pointless sorry, presentation went ahead 
Breathing...

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Poetry is... Art
       by Amy Swanson



Poetry comes in all

shapes
sizes
colors
surprises
varieties
lengths
flavors
styles


About all kinds of

feelings
thoughts
emotions
moods
people
foods
societies
animals
nature


It can be

long
short
rhyme
prose
haiku
quatrain
free verse
narrative
sonnet
footle
senryu
tanka
epulaeryu
.... and so many more-!


Poetry's authors are

from everywhere
all ethnicities
women
men
girls
boys
young
old
adults
kids
tall
short
thin
heavy
average
brunette
redhead
blonde
raven-haired
white-haired
gray-haired
or even no-haired


Poetry is 


abstract
  ...

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