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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Powdered doughnuts, screaming children,
Noisy autos and a silly red hen,
All the things everywhere, that, this, and then.
A week or a day, a minute, and an hour,
Everything all the time, candy that is sour.
The moon and stars and universe too,
All things everywhere, everything for you.
Big trucks, toy cars, tall buildings in our view,
Twilight, baseball, even morning dew.
Mountain tops, puppy dogs, yummy ice cream floats,
Bicycles, lollipops, Cutesy-colored post-it notes,
All things everywhere, everything I want for you.
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought,
came out broken, beaten and battered.
A false embrace a kiss of lies,
All loves games I bought.
Tried to be just who I am,
Not one would care to ease.
Friends, family or chosen mate,
Would bring me to my knees
Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow,
The Anger, fury and wrath,
The Inevitable Invisible tears will follow
Down the well known well lit path.
Gone is my spirit my wings my will,
Life no longer has meaning, only evil
No reason for happiness, to laugh or smile
The bruises will fade from a life so vile.
I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to endure,
But the cracks in my heart are too deep to cure.
Every smile forced, every tear unseen
the battle recurs of a war routine
Shrink to the floor to block the blows,
The venom, the anger, the fury that grows
The bruises they fade, but the pain never goes,
I waste in the ashes feel my will decompose.
A life once lived, a soul once whole,
lost in the darkness of my own swallowed soul
No hope for a future, no light in the dark,
Just a lonely heart shattered, too broken to spark.
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.
You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace,
Me, burnt out but still showing my face.
We stitched up souls with words and care,
In a world where few even knew we were there.
"Eight and the gate" rang like a drum in our chest,
Till we traded our keys for a long-needed rest.
No longer confined, our world opened wide,
With pups at our heels and friends by our side.
Bella, a farting cutie with sass to spare,
Jack Dangles—cutest dude anywhere,
Ollie, judging all with a skeptical eye,
And mine, loyal, wild, barking at the sky.
We measured our days in tail wags and sparks,
And found light in our dogs when the world turned dark.
You’re my news anchor, my human rant,
My “yes you can” when I swear I can’t.
We share stories and snacks and fried calamari,
And laugh till we wheeze like a nursing home party.
You’re blue as the sky, I’m red underneath,
But we cry the same tears from sorrow and grief.
We talk of the world—no judgment, no shame,
Different opinions, but hearts just the same.
You bring the fire, and I bring the “me,
”?You rage at the news with raw clarity.
(You really should join that Trump-haters squad—
They’d give you a mic and a standing applaud.)
When the world gets too heavy, we know what to do—
Dogs, snacks, the news, and a cry or two.
You’ve saved me from drowning more than you know,
With sarcasm, love, and that fierce Jewish glow.
You check in with care that never feels fleeting—
Usually starting with, “Hey… what you eating?”
You’re braver than you’ll ever admit,
Still fighting each day with your sharp, clever wit.
You ache in the places that scream in the night,
But you rise. You stay. You still fight.
I’m twelve percent Jewish, I love to remind—
Which explains why I cry and complain all the time.
You yell “Borscht!”—I say, “What’s that mean
”You sigh, “Oh hush, just eat something green.”
You’re my friend beyond what words can explain—
Through doctor reports and every bloodstain.
If life’s a long walk with no real map,
I’m glad it’s with you—nap by nap.
We’re still here. We’re still us.
Still wrapped in dog fur, still raising a fuss,
Partners in crime—chaos, a must.
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Solace, heaven’s temporal embrace,
A fleeting transcendence in time,
A breath lost on a breeze’s kiss,
An eternal moment, yet sublime.
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
When we say goodbye,
Time will not stand still.
Life moves on as it always has,
Forsaking my own will.
Don’t try to feel sad—
I’ll know it’s all a lie.
You didn’t love me while alive;
Don’t pretend to care when I die.
I was a burden to so many,
In my youth and old age.
I’d rather go out quietly
Than force a false stage.
No speeches, no flowers,
No tears you think you owe—
Let silence write my ending
In the language that I know.
Let the quiet be my witness,
Let the wind recite my name.
You don’t get to rewrite my story—
You were the ones who brought the shame.
I begged for scraps of kindness,
You served me guilt and blame.
Now you want to call it love?
That’s cruelty dressed in shame.
You want forgiveness at my grave?
You had your chance in life.
I needed warmth; you gave me wounds—
And then you handed me the knife.
You taught me love meant silence,
Obedience, and fear.
That screaming wasn’t ladylike,
That pain should disappear.
You mocked the child I was inside,
Dismissed the woman I became.
And now you’ll dress in black and cry,
To ease your guilt and shame?
You think a eulogy can fix it?
You think God forgets like you?
I may be dust beneath your feet,
But I know everything you do.
Somewhere nearby, kindness flows—
Hands that help, voices that stay.
But here I stand, alone again,
Forgotten day by day.
My body aches, my steps are slow,
Yet no one hears my plea.
The love I need is absent now—
A ghost no one can see.
My eyes are wide, yet hearts grow cold,
Unseen though standing near.
I carry burdens no one sees,
And wait alone in fear.
You doubt the cracks within my frame,
Dismiss the weight I bear.
Yet absence speaks in quiet ways—
A love that’s never there.
You think I died defeated—
But you never saw me burn.
From every scar you gave me,
I forged the strength to turn.
You tried to steal my story,
To silence what I knew.
But even in your quiet,
My soul was breaking through.
I bore the weight of torment,
Yet kept my weary eyes—
You mistook my grieving silence
For weakness or disguise.
But I was learning how to fly,
With wings wrought from my pain—
Each feather forged in fury,
Each beat a bold refrain.
And now I rise, untouchable,
Beyond your reach or rule—
A phoenix born from ashes,
No longer your fool.
Speak your polished fables,
Cry your counterfeit goodbyes—
But I am fire everlasting,
While your truth dies, mine flies.
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An unclear image moved swiftly by
Briefly seen from the corner of my eye.
A rumbling upstairs made my heart pump,
Downstairs in the dark—thump, thump, thump.
This house suddenly seemed to come alive,
The chills enveloped, I pulled my blanket up high.
The movements and sounds—I just heard something fall,
I peeked from my blanket to see the bounce of a ball.
I slunk to the floor and crawled toward the door,
Silent and still, my heart pounding once more.
It just charged down the hall in a wild, playful race—
Then yipped with delight and licked my face!
My puppy at play in the dead of night,
Turns out the scare was no match for his bite.
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Time casts a heavy glow
On the world I left behind,
Transfixed on a new tomorrow,
All the new seeds I’ll sow.
Emerging is a new day,
How the light blinds my eyes.
Focus on the bright cascade
Of this everlasting rise.
Beneath the earth is trembling,
My footsteps unsure and numb.
The silence almost deafening—
I can almost hear Hope hum.
A quick glance back behind me
At the thralldom left behind,
Hope continues to remind me
Of all I’m rising from.
The dawn unfolds before me,
A light I’ve never known.
Each step is one small victory,
In this light I call my own.
A gentle breeze enfolds me,
Countless paths untrod.
With open arms, I gather
The dreams I once thought flawed.
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I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Words are just a wrapper—
Truth lives in the ache,
Not in the noise we speak,
But in what starts to break.
We often make remarks,
Wearing their grief like borrowed skin,
But fail to touch the fire,
That burns beneath within.
"I feel alone," we think we hear—
"I'm fearful. I'm not okay."
We answer, "I'm sorry,"
Then turn and walk away.
But somewhere in the underneath,
Where real things tend to hide,
If you'd just listen—really listen—
You'd hear the breaking inside.
Always armed with “I’ve been there,”
As if that makes it right—
"You feel alone? What do you mean?
I texted you last night."
Not every wound is waiting
To be matched with one of yours.
Sometimes the kindest thing to do
Is keep your own behind closed doors.
Their voice is not a trigger
For your pain to take the stage.
It’s not a prompt—it’s not a test—
It’s someone else’s cage.
No “me too,” no “here’s my version,”
No jumping in to fix—
Just stillness in the sacred space
Where truth and silence mix.
It’s not your turn when someone breaks—
Their pain is not your cue.
Hold your story. Shut your mouth.
This moment’s not about you.
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Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.
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