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Donna Newton Poem
VIETNAM and the GRACE OF GOD..
“ another fallen marine”
The daughter of a lucky Vietnam marine,
his only child is my husband you see
lucky because he made it out alive,
aware of the alternative..
as he watched buddies die.
Some days for hours I’d listen to stories
many times in disbelief…………
it wasn’t until he pulled out his pictures
that he made a believer of me.
Enemy fire, hell in the jungle,
and finely beyond the grenades,
I remember him saying
it was by the grace of GOD,
the reason their Asses were saved.
Proud they were and lucky
to go home, now here we are,
fourty years down the road.
While my husband,
our daughter,
his mother and I, feel
very fortunate to have been
a part of his life
As luck would have it..
this cliché is a lie,
those who felt lucky never
had luck on their side.
A soldier selflessly sacrifices life
some were called quickly
and others over time.
Dad was a marine during the
Vietnam War standing
front line and center,
freedom at the core
Positioned in the jungle,
men were exposed
It’s silent, and brewing,
agent orange as we know.
Agent Orange is the reason
so doctors have said,
that caused the cancer and
the death of our dad.
A MAN of all MEN
he will always be known
as another fallen marine has
been called home.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2010
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Donna Newton Poem
Corsets My Waist
In my corset I
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain
Down to a 22 from
A 26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
am tightly laced
Around my body it
Is snug and warm
Squeezing firmly like
A silk stalking glove
It Defines the curves,
smoothes out lumps,
Especially if you have
Junk in your trunk
Reshaping my form
And reducing my waist
Creating an illusion of
the perfect barbie frame
I Walk proud and I
Stand tall this corset
I wear Is the cause
of it all
I glow with radiance
And sex appeal
causing not just men
but the girls to stare
So next time you see
A perfect ten stroll bye
you might find yourself
Staring because you are
mesmerized
if this happens don’t
hesitate to tell her she
looks good with a
Corseted waist
"THIS NEXT PART HAS BEEN ADDED ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF MY CORSET GIVEAWAY CONTEST ON MY FACEBOOK PAGE. IT IS ADDED ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANT TO USE FOR THE INTERACTIVE PART OF MY CONTEST"
CONSTESTANTS...YOU MUST TAKE THIS ENTIRE POEM (CUT AND PAST) TO CORSETFITZ TIMELIME AND POST IT BEFORE YOUR INTERACTIVE SECTION BEGAINS
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Now here you are
with yours tightly laced,
as you stroll by..
you feel the eyes
focus on your waist....
what will they say about about you?
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2011
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I send this picture to my grandparents
because they're special to me,
and they'll put it in a high traveled
place so they can show off me.
Before you say, "Oh What A Doll" my looks
are deceiving if you know me at all
cause I can be a little stinker every now
and again, but don't ask my grandparents
because they won't repeat it " A-Men".
The two things I give every time
they're in town #1 is my hugs,
#2 is my love to which they
cherish all year round.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2009
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Donna Newton Poem
I say do
you say don't
you say will
i say won't
you talk a little
i talk a lot
you, calm
me...not
I will argue
you will discuss
you walk away
while i'll fight
and fuss
i am a worry wort
i question everything
you have a modow....
Reveal nothing
But,
as a team?
We are a well
oiled maching
doing our parts
responsably
yet,
if one asks
how we made it
so long,
the answer is
simple..
Time flies by
and the years
are gone
now here we are
20 years has passed
are we weaker
or stronger is
the answer we
grasp
one things for sure
as we lok in the
mirror..
I have gray hair
and you have
no hair
we laugh at our
differences as
we each say......
I LOVE YOU
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2013
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Donna Newton Poem
That's right little ole lady it's here
once again, your birthday is back so
let your aches settle in. What to get you?,
something old or new?, you kissed my
cheek and said, "your love will do".
To get a gift, it's not just for you, when
the one watching you open it get's
excited too. So I started out for
something unique, and that's
what she got... to say the least
I went for a walk, and I wandered
about, I kicked this old liquor bottle
and a genie came out
As startled, shocked and as scared
as I was, this gift would be perfect
for the woman I love
So I scooped the genie and
the three wishes up, I ran all the
way home while shaking him up,
sitting the bottle on the kitchen
counter, I unscrewed the cap and
never smelt anything fouler
The bottle fell over and the
genie rolled out, he got back
to his feet when he then passed out.
So all I could do was laugh at the genie
Now pitiful and drunk, just needing
some sleepy
But now at this point there’s
nothing I can do, so I went
to mama and said,
"pick a hand... one or two”
The drunken genie man was the
hand she'd pick so I offered her
the hand with the half full bottle,
and told her to wash him down quick
with this foul smelling WHISKEY SOUR
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2009
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Donna Newton Poem
I meet you here every night
just to feel you hold me tight
we snuggle to each other's form
we keep each other safe and warm
This is the place we share our love
and silently thank the Lord above
for giving us children to kiss goodnight
and seeing us through to mornings light
And this is the place we go to dwell
it is our bed so sweetheart sleep well.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2010
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Donna Newton Poem
Seductive eyes with bright red lips
red nail polish on my fingertips.
We sit in this bar and say no words
you gaze deep into my eyes,
while I play like I'm yours.
Will you drive me wild..or have I
already driven
will you be one of those guys that
will be easily smitten.
You have broke my spell by looking away,
my smile is immanent....
" who's game are we playing"
You play it well, so your reward is my attention
but I am aware that your goal is a night
of passionate kissing.
There we go.. now I have you back,
your desires will get the best of you yet.
Into your arms, I slid down the seat,
my ulterior motive to feel your
heart beat.
And the faster it thumps,
the closer you are,to losing
this game between one boy
and one girl.
Now that I have you flushed in the face,
you ask yourself
" How much more agony must one man partake"
Babe don't worry, It's almost done
your pockets are now empty
so when you look up I'll
be gone!.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2009
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Donna Newton Poem
DAD…
my only regret
Today is a day that I am full of regret
As I fight an old cliché,
The many things I should have said,
I went without saying but I love
You dad
As a young girl you have influenced
my life, And loved me if I was
moody or happy to be your
son’s wife
Miles have separated me and my
birth father So, Like it or not………
yea, I’m a Fallo girl
Leading by example as I quietly took notes,
the quality in the man is what I will cherish
the most
Well, with my eyes wide open dad
I hope you can see I’m not waiting
so long to tell mom how much
she means
It is with all of my love that I am sad
to see you go, I will miss you forever
and for me please kiss
aunt Lowi’s nose.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2010
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Donna Newton Poem
There you are strolling about
a drink in one hand and a
smoke in your mouth
A dimly lit club with familiar
people, as you say your hello's
you are greeted by the females
Watching you interact, touching
The very small of their backs,
tender, gentle, a romantic perhaps
My finger, now moist from
the liquid in my glass like
a potion that I'm brewing
and I intend to cast
A hunger in your smile here
and there, as secrets from
these beauty's are whispered
in your ear
Competition is confirmed,
and it is going to be tuff
as to have one of these
bunnies is what you lust
Rescued by thirst,
and only remnants in
your glass mother nature
now calls and you can
move on at last
With experience of a gigolo
you mingle the room,
blessed with
the looks of a prince..
oh yea your good
Walking my direction
Your approach is near
in about thirty seconds
my motive secret..
but very clear
As a woman unknown has
just crossed your path
you stop in your tracks to
turn and look back
Where is she from..
Why is she here…
What should I say….
"can I buy you a beer?"
This is a first,
one of it's kind..
you haven't no words
or pickup lines
It's now or never
you say to yourself,
like time after time
you dive in head first
but tonight will be different
and you will be left stumped
"what just happened..
was I just dumped?"
as you yourself……..
are now…used goods
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2011
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Donna Newton Poem
A day I remember a day that was sweet
I found myself daydreaming by a slow
flowing creek.
Her curly blond hair and her big brown
eyes, instills the memories I''ll forever
hold inside.
My joy, my life, my child so new just take
mommies hand and I''ll see you through.
So as you grow older, and become a young
woman the inevitable will come when
you say " I''m Goin"
And when that time has come my dear I''m
confident my child you'll persevere as
you take your steps in the great circle
of life.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2009
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