Lynn Poems - Poems about Lynn

Bubbles confabulated, Aquamarine rosary beads, Steel-blue beams. Americana scarecrow, Cherry-red combine. Lost Highway, A road to the car dealership, Back on the interstate. Campanile, Brookings. Brick courthouse, marriage license. Curvy fairytales, Gluten-free supper, Phillips Diner. Sioux Falls railroads, Sewage floating in the river, All in view— On the Cliff Avenue hill, Of the obsolete penitentiary. Converged coalescence— South Dakota State women win March Madness, A retired federal chief district lesbian judge, Her hands clapping in the...

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Wedding dress rides bicycle. She cracked ribs staring in my window. Crocodile teardrops jail cell. Peat shale lignite. ...

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His angry screamed at me in silent Her quiet eyes sorely pierced her smile Violently behaving worlds standard Sinless for who’s alive to judge them Labeled a problem you cannot judge them For who am I to hug For whom am I to judge? For who am I to hold, a grudge WHOM AM I TO JUDGE WHEN I DON’T UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING PERFECT...

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I have found my reason why, The thought of it makes me want to cry, It wasn’t for the attention, Or to keep me from leaving, It is the pain and trauma, I buried down under, I have come to hate this time of year, Feeling dry when it is near, Scratching was a temporary thing, I never deal with this pain, Does this make...

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What better heart could one be If each soul could see As a part of it, living in someone And if, like veins within flesh, well-spun Protect it perpetually And make it grow spiritually. ............ This was what Lynn had done. This was why, each soul's love, she had won... ...

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Decades of friendship have grown every day, and now we are seniors, with hair, silver gray. Back in our teens, at a bus stop we met; from that day on, our friendship was set. Thicker than thieves, we were rarely apart, a bond that was strong right from the start. Our classmates nicknamed us the Bobbsey twins, and so that is how...

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The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl. Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick. Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet....

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A train crashed into the night people watched under closed eyelids. I made coffee like I always do. I sat down to drink it like I usually do. Have I really ever clearly seen anything? Did you ever grow a mustache thick and tough enough to singalong? Coal miners are drinking the last rays of a sooty sun. Mind wanders, but her voice was always...

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There was a lady named Lynn. Was told she was too thin. She ate to increase her size, Which led to her demise. No coffin to fit her in....

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I have in my life some sad stories no one would love to hear, moments when my mind grapples with dilemma, fear shouting for me to give Him an ear. Courage seated there shaking his head! Oh dear. That moment when the future is shrouded with uncertainty. I mean those times when sadness seems...

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Here lies Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox Slipped and fell in a patch of phlox Hit her head on a stone There she lay silent prone We put her remains in a new frocked box Written June 2, 2022...

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Miss DLL Sue is a gorgeous polka dotted blue Said the owl soldiers assigned to the loo She has a merry attitude and disposition too She is down to earth, not all fru-fru. What is the maiden’s name? Asked Little Stew. He was one of many interested, not just a few. They call her Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue. She twirls...

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I read your letter just the other day From fifteen year old you ...

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Our older sister, Lynn Ellen Dubarry. Has an aggressive form of Leukemia. She has been transferred to Swedish Hospital's Edmonds Washington, USA. Hospice/comfort care. She is on their 8th floor. I have requested she be allowed to see a Lutheran minister. We are requesting prayers not only from the Christian community. ...

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Goodbye, Vera Lynn then, goodbye Fly high, little bluebird, fly high At the white cliffs of Dover They think it’s all over It is now. Go on, have a cry © Gail Foster 18th June 2020...

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