Nee Poems - Poems about Nee

Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz twenty years after mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness that ravaged her body. I still reckon how yours truly shrugged off proffering tender loving care within whose womb, this sole prodigal son wannabe born, thus...

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He tells me That his mother says my name when she looks into your eyes And that you've been losing sleep, my face haunts you late at night Each time he seeks my touch your walls, they sympathize For if you had the power, you would change your name to mine Consequences, inevitable the moment you decide To swallow your insecurities, fall into that disguise Integrity...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky... Despite being a nineteen year old bride she wed Boyce Brandon Harris half a decade her senior, (where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes) during the month of June 1955, not quite half a century later ~ May 4th, 2005 death severed the pledge she did troth linkedin wifely role, cuz against her will...

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“Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.” That first scented breath inhaled as sweet as e'er I have smelled. The first, the fine nonpareil, only lasts till death expel. Oh, that prime refreshing breath leading to ultimate death. I atone for sins unknown. A mere babe, my courage flown. A sip from the flowing Fount, living a life to surmount. With the angels...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who succumbed, lost lease on life nearly two decades ago, who frequently asked me, but never received acknowledgement during her livingsocial years did abjure (as the sole son) communicating HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Test...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, about youngest sister and her family, unlike me – severely socially withdrawn a veritable wallflower as a result, I suffered emotional contusions. When thru life yours truly did nervously, frightfully, blisteringly coast, nevertheless her...

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When I Experienced China I understood why The Lord gave Watchman Nee such a powerful ministry! Discovering the Chinese culture, I can understand The reason behind the Lord’s decision! I wrote several poems in China while Understanding calligraphy— Each stroke carried a unique purpose! Love filtered in my life as I prayed in China I saw the Lord’s hand more and more! As I...

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*Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU. R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner Ann Cook Her look Not name Became Households Footholds Aspects Effects Neighbor's Favors Charcoaled Turned gold Adored Reward Threshold Behold Quest and Destined Become A mom Four kids Amids Teacher Writer Thank you Trueblue My face By grace Glass jars All-stars Trademarks Remarks Sublime Lifetime Apprise Demise Gerbers Furthers Bless you Adieu Godsend Ascend *R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner* At five months old, she posed for their family's neighbor, Dorothy Hope Smith, who drew a charcoal sketch of her for a Gerber's baby-food...

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He once was a she Though now she’s a he If he marries me or my brother ~ Hee-hee we will be...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share how one and only son, remembers his mother cuz about eighteen years after mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness he updates yearly a poem initially crafted when she passed...

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Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz seventeen years after mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness. I still reckon how yours truly shrugged off proffering tender loving care when grim reaper in close proximity to mama supine and nearly...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz fifteen years after mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness I still reckon how yours truly shrugged off proffering tender loving care within whose womb, this sole son born, thus shouldered with self scorn. He clearly recounts as if her death...

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In case you wonder why time is past and keep going by Since last we spoke again, it is my way to retain Some pride of memory, not crumbling the mind's eye Like old newspaper stained and littering the drain I would still read your news don,t get me wrong, I'm sure No history written now can blot that splendid...

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In this world we never know anything Maybe only at the last moment I'm not sure All I know is that I will miss you Hopefully I can say hello to your child "August" someday And say that I knew you when you were a magnified Great person with art in your soul Especially when we laughed hard about the contrived sincerity Of...

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