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Laura Wooders Poem
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
A word so grand, a joyful sound,
Extra ordinary, all around.
The children sing it, light and free,
Light and free, a wonderful spree.
Wonderful spree, a feeling great,
Feeling great, with spirits good,
Spirits good, beyond compare,
A nonsense word beyond repair.
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My King, my everything, you see,
My eyes for you, eternally.
To sleep beside you, my sole desire,
A love unmatched, sets my soul on fire.
Copyright © Laura Wooders | Year Posted 2025
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Galaxy, heart, erase, gaze, cold, tender
A swirling galaxy of thought,
Where feelings bloom and then are caught.
My heart, a fragile, beating thing,
Can soar on hope, or sharply sting.
A wish to erase the memory's sting,
Of words like ice, a frozen spring.
Your lingering gaze, a distant star,
Both near and infinitely far.
A touch so tender, soft and light,
Against the encroaching, endless night.
Then sudden cold, a chilling breeze,
Rustling through the silent trees.
Copyright © Laura Wooders | Year Posted 2025
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A melancholic ink flows from my pen,
Why do I always write of sorrow then?
My words are painted with a somber hue,
When will the happy ever after break through?
I yearn for sunshine, laughter's bright refrain,
A joy that washes clean this lingering pain.
I crave the moments, light and carefree, bold,
A story of delight, waiting to unfold.
When will good fortune finally grace my door,
And offer blessings I've been longing for?
Deserving of a love that knows no end,
A happiness on which I can depend.
So I can trade these tears for joyful rhyme,
And write of happy days, transcending time.
Of gentle breezes and a sky so blue,
A world of wonder, vibrant and new.
Until that moment, I will hold the flame,
Of hope's bright promise, whispering your name.
And trust that joy will find its way to me,
And set my spirit finally, truly free.
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A piece of advice, I offer you with care,
Live life, don't let it vanish in thin air.
Don't spend your precious moments, all in vain,
Just working, toiling, enduring endless pain.
For in a heartbeat, they can let you go,
Replace your efforts, watch your spirit slow.
Instead, go travel, see the world unfold,
The vibrant cultures, stories yet untold.
Explore the mountains, kiss the ocean breeze,
Discover nature's breathtaking tapestries.
And most of all, let love be your guiding light,
Tell those you cherish, morning, noon, and night.
Spend precious moments, laughter in the air,
With those you hold dear, show how much you care.
For time, it marches onward, ever fast,
And before you know it, youth will be surpassed.
You too will find, the silver in your hair,
The gentle wisdom, of a life well-spent with care.
So heed this counsel, let it be your guide,
Live life, embrace it, with nothing left to hide.
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Showered in Love Bombs, a fleeting grace,
- The vulnerable, a pawn in this cruel race.:
Charm and Sincerity, a carefully crafted guise,
Gain is the motive, hidden in disguise.
"Good Morning, beautiful," a sweet, deceptive art,
"Good Night, babe," a role he plays by heart.
No shame in his game, a predator's delight,
Trust and belief, consumed by the fading light.
"No wife, no girlfriend," a bitter, lonely plea,
"All them whitch’ s," a venomous decree.
Late night talks, a mirror to your soul,
Reeling you in, taking full control.
Validation, admiration, fuel for his fire,
Unforgettable, Irreplaceable, his burning desire.
Highly successful, a Combat vet's acclaim,
Disrespect? Unthinkable, a twisted game.
Crying and wondering, a constant, aching pain,
Why did it end? A soul-crushing refrain.
"I text you," he'd say, with a venomous sting,
"You forced me into everything."
Silent Treatment, a weapon of control,
No response, a story left untold.
"It's all your fault," the final, cruel blow,
"Just killing time," that's all you ever know.
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The laughter rings, a hollow sound,
Across the painted, cheerful ground.
A mask he wears, a painted smile,
Hiding the tears for a little while.
Beneath the greasepaint, shadows creep,
Where buried sorrows lie so deep.
A heart that aches, a spirit torn,
A silent grief, since early morn.
The spotlight shines, a cruel display,
For joy he feigns, though hope's astray.
He stumbles through the practiced dance,
A fragile soul, caught in a trance.
The crowd below, they cheer and clap,
Oblivious to the silent trap.
They see the jester, light and free,
But not the pain he hides from thee.
Each hurried bow, each clumsy fall,
Conceals a memory that enthralls
His weary mind, a haunting scene,
Of what has been, and might have been.
The music swells, a vibrant beat,
Contrasting with his inner defeat.
He juggles tears he cannot shed,
A living ghost among the dead.
So watch him close, as colors blend,
And see the story without end.
The tears of a clown, a bitter rain,
Washing away the joy and gain.
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I told you from the start, it’s true,
“My roller coaster, see it through!
Ride with me ‘til journey’s end,
Hand in hand, our spirits blend.”
“Get off with me,” I gently pled,
“No fear, no doubt, no words unsaid.
And you will see, in time’s own way,
A grateful heart, a brighter day.”
“Thankful you stayed, through every turn,
The highs, the lows, the lessons learned.
Hand in hand, we’ll face the light,
A bond forged strong, and shining bright.”
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A mask, a borrowed face,
A hidden self hidden in space.
"Now you see why," the whisper sighs,
"Why truth in me so quickly dies."
A wall of silence, built so high,
Your unseen block, a cold goodbye.
My voice, unseen, unheard, unknown,
A seed of self, that's never grown.
"If I was someone else," I'd cry!!
A different name, a different creed.
Then, perhaps, your eyes would see,
The ghost of what I long to be.
No barriers raised, no judgment cast,
A moment's grace, that could have last.
But blocked and bound, I'm forced to play,
This role, another day.
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was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.-
Lauren Eden
Topic: Light
Suzette Prime: BORN WITH HOME’S LIGHT
A primal spark, a nascent gleam,
"Home" in the blood, a flowing
stream.
From that deep well, a radiance
springs,
A light that knowing instinct brings.
Each tendril born, a sunlit thread,
Where hearth and haven softly
spread.
No searching gaze, no fumbling quest,
This inner dawn, supremely
blessed.
It paints the world in hues so clear,
Dispelling doubt, erasing fear.
Suzette Prime, where light takes
hold,
A story in the veins unfolds.
Copyright © Laura Wooders | Year Posted 2025
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