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our memories shared, showed me how struggles, shaped your life.
On days, I needed answers, your smile said, “Ok, let’s do erase your strife.”’
Upstairs or downstairs, you knew the perfect place to go to share.
My days became brighter, when you took time to ‘care’.
Always available and ready, we’d ‘go round the block’, finding new things to explore.
Kind words, strong words lovingly voiced took me inside your strong inner core.
Enamored with bits and pieces from your stories, I feel energy lifting my decline.
Although exchanges are short, over time your influence aligns my design.
Do you know how hearing grace on Sundays, resounds in me when someone sings?
Imagine a world united ‘in grace’, where anyone can accomplish many great things!
Favorite things I have heard… ‘Chocolate cake’ being one… sits at the top of your list!
Fun days don’t last forever! So each exit is always sealed with hugs and being kissed.
Enthralled with special moments, includes our silent times after an unknown fact!
Recall how silence lingers in odd times, as if an answer might not be exact?
Eternally, you’ll be known for your brand of simple love you always show.
Now, each day I decree: YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE! That’s a true fact that we do know!
Certainly, I thank God, every day - I am who I am and just one who’s been touched.
Every life is important. And you made my life count. It’s you who gave me much!
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Illuminate in me kinds words that do
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Imbue a sparkle that will ever renew
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Imagine the wrongs we can undo.
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SPARK
Jeannie Flinn Furlong
My Head claimed, "It’s time to pen my feelings for you.
She thought your season had ripened to a friendly adieu…
I wanted my cleverness to sound brave and bold.
Instead, my betterment made noises … bitter and cold."
Head continued, "For sure, this logic's a perfect best!
A simple note, timed just right, brings greatest rest."
More pondering, Head touts, "She’ll agree, 'cause it’s really past due!
How could two people so profoundly different ever ever be true?"
Head adds, "Just keep right on walking, memories disappear.
Once passed THE break up, habits do fade. You’re soon in another sphere.
It becomes an odd chapter, far away in a book, one you read."
My Heart, hearing Head’s advice, came to life to shudder, "Drop dead!
Mister Head! What a nincompoop, you are! Love makes the world go round!
How could you? Dare you! Quite profound!
Mister, such a trip, so wonderful, is more than just a lark!
Opposites made for each other, we fire such a SPARK!”
10/21/21
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My ‘not-just-six relatives’ tree enlivens…
Living, thriving, struggling and
clinging reminders even ‘dead wood’!
Bringing life anew reveals…
One and all, grandparents, parents,
mothers and fathers, siblings, aunts and uncles,
cousins, husbands, offspring,
grandchildren, and adoptees!
Infusing roots silently penetrate…
bringing nourishment, embracing darkness,
sharing wisdom and fostering foundation.
Bulging expanding trunk engages…
fascinating encounters, chirpers,
peckers and rings with Mother Nature.
Soaking sun branches explore…
unfathomable lofty places, panoramic
vision and surprising sprigs.
Sparkling festive leaves escort…
bright coloring mindful of our seasons,
crispy shiny growth, maturation,
demise and respite for renewal.
Exploding fragrant blossoms invite…
flying newbies to share space
squatters to temporary home
buzzing news for the times.
Sharing relives my ‘not-just-six relatives’ tree wisely…
remembers, enhances, beautifies and
unifies the rumors.
Creating cherished fondness in memories, embraces…
my yesterdays, todays and tomorrows.
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Temps of the Morn
Jeannie Flinn Furlong
Frozen in time, brrr isn’t it chilling! But, thinking what a cool way to go!
Red that color starts at the tip of the head moves slowly to meet a really fat toe.
Out barnstorming each ‘cool of the morning’; yes, remembering time to go soon will arrive. We know
Missing friendship during other times of the day, chores provide distraction as we go, though…
Taking time on arrival in the ‘cool of the morn’, my ghost-heart friend will say
“Home sweet home,” then snuggles down to take off the chill in the warm, warm sweet smelling hay.
Time is so short, as the ‘cool of the morn’ ends on a high note of camaraderie, my friend wants to stay,
“Have a ghostly day,” before hurriedly escaping far, far on down the way…
Only feigning happiness and forcing a cheerful, heart bumping, great smile,
Using the next moments, we pray for more time in the ‘cool of the morn’ stretching a mile.
Shyly making a quick exit, prevents spectators seeing those heart tears flow like the Nile
Each end of the morn’s coolness seems to always present a new trial…
One more minute or hour will do; more learning to ‘ghost talk’ with this shadowy friend
Flip a coin, ‘Heads or Tails’, more my time I’ll win time in a joyful trend
Tails it is! More Time runs past the ‘cool of the morn’. My heart jumps madly, I’m first to commend
Heaven or Hell, they’ll grant many surprises to warm my heart, I’ll pretend
Deciding.. I’ll pray for my red wrapped request, “please”! It’s granted, more happiness forms in my heart
Extending our time past the ‘cool of the morn’ does brighten my spark
Allowing our friendship to flourish past our humble, so true, and not a bit stark…
Beginning…ah yes, slowly stepping ahead…headed toward sunlight..racing out of the dark…
Days fly by, after our heartfelt announcement “time not torn”!
More FRIENDSHIP! Stronger bonds bind past that ‘cool of the morn’
Happily celebrating til light of the moon! Congrats dear heart, no scorn!
Sunning in time! Hmm! Hear the soft sizzling! Time ends when it’s a ‘warm past the morn'. Newly born!
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Mistaken Identify
Jerri had a funny doggie
Who saw his shadow. Yep, so scary!
Barked, “Ribbet”. Sounded froggie?
Jumped high to fly. Would not tarry!
Ran home to nap. Did exit groggy!
November 23, 2020
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Tomorrows Not Yesterday
This nightmare drama so soon will perish.
I’ll remember the anguish but no tear.
We sort days for memories to cherish.
Yes! Resist all blatant aspect of fear.
Glimmering tomorrows will become clear.
Come join me! letting innocence unfold.
Put on the brightest crown to best your bold!
Follow instincts meeting new mystery
Challenge the waiting, believe in untold
Time does not linger, waiting history.
Jeannie Flinn Furlong
October 8, 2020
Dedicated to my husband, Kendal, and our 11 grandchildren - Samantha, Michael, Emily, Erika, Nilson, Charlie, Dash, Lucas, Davis, Jason, Julia
October 8, 2020
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My Favored Season…
Exploding fragrant blossoms invite…
flying newbies to share space
squatters to temporary home
buzzing news for the times.
Original poem: “My Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows”
November 30, 2020
Liberum Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
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Do Remember
Do Remember...
Gifts jiggle, just like laughter
Hidden in small places.
Ever after, means ever after!
We'll be fine... our chosen spaces.
Do Remember…
Girls never want a gift of soap
Instead… pile up hugs with mucho kisses!
Favorite perfumes, not on a rope.
Tickle time on my toes…2 + 5 never misses!
Do Remember…
Time rocks my boat..marry merry
Hissee fits...unacceptable day or night
Alone time always n-e-c-e-s-s-a-r-y!
Talking time, jives just right!
Do Remember…
Going far while keeping near
I won’t forget ..there’s date-day and tonight
Vows we championed..true and clear
You say, "I do." Me sez,"He's right!"
Do Remember…
Years ago our saga triggered
Onward through zigzagging ways
Unique freedom…for as we figured
Our fame... outlasting fathomed days.
Do Remember…
I respect our unknown destiny
Always you, who's hip-hip with me!
Confirm our road! What trajectory
True mates...true blue. We're WE!
July 2, 2021
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Liberty Stands…
remembers
enhances
beautifies
unifies the rumors.
Original poem: “My Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows”
November 30, 2020
Submitted to: Liberum Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
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