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Cynthia Monterio Poem
Autumn Leaves
Sitting at my window and what do I see ?
A symphony of colors looking back at me.
Fall leaves from sky to ground
They're everywhere as I look around.
fluttering gently with the slightest breeze
Leaving their homes of swaying trees.
As winter approaches beautiful Autumn leaves
Flying around with eerie ease .
Coloring our world with orange, yellow, red and brown
Like natures delightful art Painting the town .
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Baby
Where did you come from baby dear?
"From GOD in heaven , way up there."
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
" Out of the sky as I came through"
What makes the twinkle and sparkle in them?
"Some of the starry skies got in"
What makes your cheeks like a warm soft rose?
"warmed by life and colored by all that grows."
Wince that three corned smile of bliss?
"Three angels gave me at once a kiss."
What of your arms and hands?
" Tools to work God's plan.
Feet, whence did you come ,you darling little things?
"From the same box as the Cherubs wings"
Where did you get those little tears?
"I found them waiting when I got here."
Precious thing, what about you?
" God thought about me and so I grew."
Why did you come to me my dear?
" God thought about you and so I'm here".
by; Cynthia Monterio
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Mom's advice in poem
Quarters add up fast
Dollars even more
Always have a little stash
hidden in a drawer.
You'll never be in need
Or have to do without
If you remember the added deed
To hide your change about.
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Cynthia Monterio Poem
Winters Cruelty
The cold set in , winters here.
A season some enjoy, a season some fear.
People hurrying to their destined places
A healthy pink glow on their faces.
Mom is baking more than normally
And Dad is budgeting for fuel energy.
Children all bundled to play outside
Most people taking it all in their stride.
Still, a ill feeling comes over me
For some winter brings tragedy.
Not all are as fortunate as you and me
They are alone, cold and hungry.
So each night before I got to bed
I press my hands together
and bow down my head,
I pray; " God Thank You for all I have got
But most of all, give to those who have not."
by ; Cynthia Monterio
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I've got me
My mind and body weary from battles past
a fortress of wisdom yet outlast
Former evil returning to
Destroy and subdue.
My mind alert, in mended form
Forearmed and forewarned.
Prepared and ready
Steadfast and steady
To battle yet once more
the silent , unspoken war.
Sorrow , pain and blood
Faith my protective glove
Solo's wrath a heavy weight
Prepared to face
what seems my fate.
I stand knowing it's horror's
knowing Evil can't be ignored.
Calling to my GOD above
Will I fall or rise above ?
Without fear or fret
Only death can keep me f rom it.
Lord, your will be done
Here I am Lord, the heart of one.
Come what may? whatever will be
I know God, what can man do to me ?
Let the war begin!
I've got me and what exist within!
By Cynthia Monterio
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