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Healing Our Personal Wounds

We've all wounds without and within
thinking we know how to heal
but wounds are not always what they seem
for on the surface nothing you can feel

Look intently right in so deep
take a knife scrape right away 
clear out whatever hides the source
then the wound's clear, no more clay

Some of our wounds need real-time
whatever their pain patiently wait
they've their own way of working
by turning the key you've opened the gate

These wounds come with a plan
sent down to teach us a lesson
each of us different ones to learn
but it's all part of a greater blessing

Some feel only the pain
blind to anything good
inward thoughts engulf them
learning bare firmly nude

I've written this based on the quotation by Tracie Peterson (1959- present) Christian fiction writer.

"We're all dealing with the wounds we've been given.  Some folks just don't know how to let the wounds heal."

Future's Picture Doorway

Mark Miller 09/11/2017
"She'll be the one sitting in the middle of the love sofa at the center of all the finest restaurants in town, transporting every small town of tranquil into a raised city of lights and atmosphere, where inanimate dance in daunting color and essence And then you feel a thin slice of a seductive air like presence pass through you as a reminder, a portal that only now can you exist. She sit's over there between the far and the mist but is felt within. This woman it seems is of the many drawn dreams of supernatural beauty unbounded by mystery and vitality. Her pose unforced, her style refined and her nature only whispered. As she traverses the room in her Alexis Tracie Lace Cocktail dress with V shaped ruffles which frame the hidden back zip leaving the dead only without a trance like wish to be within her heart shaped vision. "

Our Friend Rick

A gentle soul was our friend Rick,
Who never had a bone to pick
With anyone or anything,
His kindness worth admiring.

He loved the ocean and the bay
And fishing really made his day.
The time he spent on LBI
Imbued him with a natural high.

Both Brett and Evan knew they had
An extra-special loving dad
Who took great pride in all they’d do
(Which lately, too, included Woo).

Rick lived a most contented life
With Tracie, his devoted wife.
As high school sweethearts ‘til the end,
He knew on her he could depend.

Our get-togethers, through the years,
Were spent imbibing lots of beers
And sharing meals to help us rally
After every bowling alley.

How we’ll miss our loyal friend!
It’s hard for us to comprehend
That we’ll no longer see his face
Or get to feel his warm embrace.

But in our hearts, where mem’ries thrive,
Dear Rick is very much alive.
He’s smiling in the salty air
Of LBI – I see him there.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality, 
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments  
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")



A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get your fine diploma
Fond friends get left behind
Blink one eye
To keep a tear at bay
Tick tock tick tock

You get a job
Or first you go to college
Find a mate and settle down
Tick tock tick tock
Surprises come
So soon your first child’s prom!
Blink both your eyes
Try not to cry
Tick tock tick tock

A grandchild’s birth
And then a whole lot more
Folks you used to know
Have passed away
Tick tock tick tock
Blink back those tears
Of joy and pride
And also tears of pain
Tick tock tick tock

Changes happen
For the good and for the bad
You must adapt
Or fade. . . . . . 
Tick tock tick tock
Sit back in your recliner
And simply close your weary eyes
There will be no more tears

To blink away

For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest

Goodbye To An Austin Angel

She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang, 
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind. 
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while.

Pdlindamarieandreaannalisecarolgail

In the middle of the woods lived nine women, 
each woman was unique in their own special way. 
Pd walked around wearing one sock everywhere she went.
Andrea lectured all the women on the English language.
Everywhere Tracie and Gail went they made funny faces.
Linda Marie could be found swinging from a tree.
Anna Lise likes mustard and cheese on crackers please
Carol, Abby and Melissa played jokes when they could.
this was a three ring circus in the woods.

Tracie's 9 contest
Cory

Tipsy By 9

Last night I was in curious about number nine
Many articles said number nine is the perfection number
All that related with nine come back to nine
Try the multiplications of nine and see the results
Plus the two digits all will come in nine
Some say nine is "God's number" pretty much convincing 
But still not catch the correlations God with nine
Seek for further they offered some calculation of pythagorean 
Mind squeezing, brain stunned, black out, tipsy by nine

Note: 
1x9=9
2x9= 18=1+8= 9
3x9= 27= 2+7= 9
4x9= 36= 3+6= 9
5x9= 45= 4+5= 9
And so on...

1st place
9 contest
Sponsor	Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver

When Life Is Seen In Nines

The sun shone bright and the wind was cool

On the road to that place, I was ecstatic

Expecting the nine of all that life can drool

Now and then I did dream of  a picnic

With my host, the prince charming of my dreams

Laughing in love was no more made of whims

Never did I see behind this facade of falsity

Love turned instantly to what is known as cruelty

Into a slave he made me, of craving liberty!


Anoucheka Gangabissoon
For the contest Nine
Sponsored by Tracie Indigo Dreamweaver

Nine Times

A view beneath the oak tree was sure beautiful
She waits for him to come, a heart bountiful
Her eyes viewed only what was lovely and wonderful
A tenderness she held deep within her pure heart
Living with peace, she waits for a new start
Water laps up to the shore near her feet
Making her warm life whole and surely, wondrously complete
Nine times has she ventured down to this lake
Her soul’s his if he would come and take

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver's "9" contest

1/10/2013

Old Tom

Eight times he looked death right in the eyes,

sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries,

sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind,

left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind.

Another time he got run over by a car.

No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star.

That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors,

often fell off walls but landed on all fours!

Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives.


Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of 
 Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver

12 Days of Baking

12 eggs a cracking
11 prawns a peeling
10 potatoes baking
9 cookies crumbling
8 cheery cherries
7 sweeten oranges
6 cheesy caulies
5 gooooooooolden loaves
4 turkeys roasting
3 puds a steaming
2 happy hams
brings 1 Christmas feast for my family.... 

Tracie Edwards
For P.ds 12 days of xmass contest

Please note we dont really have 4 turkeys lol :D

Grand Showmanship

The pathway
Surrounded by trees
Changing leaves
Red, yellow
A grand showmanship desire
A passionate love

Russell Sivey

Form Shadorma

Entrant into Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver's "GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt.....  " contest

12/12/2012

Lies With In

deep dark night
                                        walking lonely through
                                             ghosts wakes in

                                                 frightening 
                                          silent strange noises
                                                 lies with in







For contest in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

Macabre

beware the dark night
         zombies lurk to snatch raw flesh --
      blood oozing on nails


in macabre hours--
     spiked claws  rip heart valves
for howling  carnage


say all your prayers
     before chainsaws rupture heads--
 massacre starts, now



Contest of Tracie: Spooky 'Ku
by nette onclaud

Night of the Mournful Wolf

as fog comes creeping
a wind screams through the graveyard. . . 
the night frightened white

leaves on ground scatter
around unremembered graves. . . 
the shivering trees

high above the mist
and cemetery tombstones. . .
moon hides its fullness

digging at one grave
the coffin in fresh deep ground. . . 
a large grey creature

yellow eyes of owls
watch from an oak’s gnarled limbs. . . 
the wolf strangely howls

night turns into dawn
As the cold fog rolls away. . . 
A secret revealed

atop his wife’s grave
lies a weeping naked man. . . 
his nails caked with dirt


For the Spooky 'Ku Contest
of : Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

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