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Best Poems Written by Lori Phipps

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Taboo Tattoo

Where her obscure red rose tattoo was planted you would not believe it; near her bright
hazel batting eyes, above her left brow extending down to the tip of her nose.  
Her hair was auburn and unruly.  
She was daunting in hot pink and everyone stared because of her exceptional beauty. 
It was startling that she was only four. 
Luckily the scar was impermanent having come folded in a plastic ball only costing a quarter.

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My Other Mother

Nothing like Gayle’s homemade chili wafting throughout her home
To make even the hardest heart feel comforted and less alone

I met an earth angel when I was a merely sixteen and a half
Her spirit was as inviting and as contagious as her laugh

The very first moment we met I felt I had known her forever
Perhaps in another life I was her daughter and her my mother

Tears rush to my eyes and my heart leaps as I write and weep
As it speaks volumes of how my connection to her is so deep

Immediately drawn to her beauty which resonates warmth and compassion
I longed to be just like her, with the same values, integrity and passion

Older than I, yet youthful and beaming with such strong intense light
Gayle is unusually gorgeous, significantly intelligent and bright
 
Twenty six years later I receive a call and she is there for me like before
Not just to share my grief for the loss of my father but much more

A white flower bouquet, a ‘Care of the Soul,’ book, a card depicting a work of art
Filled with her original loving words and a talk that healed my heart

Still to this day she is my idol, my guru, my mentor, my ‘other,’ mother
Her abilities are immense her talents are many and her spirit like no other

With the originality of Martha Stewart she wraps gifts and decorates her house
Cooks a feast like Emeril, writes like Thomas Moore and sings like Alison Krauss

A phenomenal writer, and college professor, there is nothing she can’t teach
She resides in harmony with nature in a chateau overlooking the beach

In my next time around when I have self actualized enough to deserve less strife
I hope to be her, with all her wisdom and spiritual depth, and have her exact life

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Busy Bee Me

People to face-book
Friends to text
Relatives to e-mail
Documents to fax

Comments to post on my-space
Business site to rewrite
Preschool site to blog
Poetry soup to type

Director, owner, teacher
Ten hour days
How I get it all done
Is hard to say

Time is precious 
Computer is taunting
The excuses I make
Are rather haunting

Miss the old days
The sun on my face
Talk radio, day dreaming
Life a slower pace

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Angel Like No Other

Remarkable mother devoted wife
Forty seven years with her partner in life
Before he passed, rarely apart
He was her rock, she his heart

Unprepared to live alone at age sixty eight
But that didn’t stop her from buying a new gate
Painting the walls of the house in every room
Pulling up old tile, remodeling the bathroom

Installing French doors, taking out the trash
Clearing out the yard, removing dead grass 
Repairing the interior liner of the pool at dawn 
Tending the garden, mowing the lawn

Unusually brilliant gourmet chef  
Her cooking skills are above the best
Hell’s Kitchen’s-Chef Ramsey would agree
Once tasting her chicken cacciatore   

No cookbook to create anything great
Only flour, eggs and an oven to bake
Swedish limpa bread with anise
Her minestrone soup makes a feast

Her intention is not to shock or impress 
It just so happens she does with finesse
Whether gardening, painting or cooking
She is constantly busy doing something

Her acrylic or charcoal painting of old barns,
Run down tractors, country homes and farms
On a canvas, a saw, a fence or jar
Surpass any artist I have seen by far

Need an article researched, a recipe, or ride
She’ll stop whatever to be by your side
Never self involved not out of greed
Rather motivated by another’s need

My mother is the rarest angel on earth
Supremely selfless yet full of self worth
Unknowingly inspiring even to a stranger
Simply by modeling her unusual good nature

I feel so blessed that she is my mother
She loves and listens better than any other
A miraculous role model, balanced and whole
I love that I am part of her and share her soul

We cry as easily at displays of affection or pain
We both love snow and the sound of the rain
We are both, productive, sensitive and dedicated
Creative, independent, giving and self motivated

No one else I’d rather be than her daughter
I am the luckiest to have her as my mother
Her only girl and forever will always be
And she is an angel like no other to me

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Shel Silverstein

I am intrigued by Shel Silverstein
His passion and his works
His obscure way of rhyming
Making fun of other's quirks

Unique, unusual, surprising
Funny and clever is a given 
With emphasis on children 
And the world that they live in

“Hector the Collector, Boa Constrictor
Band-Aids, Sick, or With his Mouth Full of Food,”
His poems are very different
Yet similarly very good

I chuckle in amusement and smile, reading
“If the World Was Crazy and Sky Seasoning”
But it’s impossible to just like two
When they are all so amazing

“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage out,”
and “The Giving Tree,”
To go unmentioned would devalue Shel’s name
Especially the last one I listed
As it really was his claim to fame

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Square Peg Round Hole

I'm a Lemon-Drop Vodka Martini 
You are refreshing healthy Green Tea
You are cautious, resistant, frisky
I am feisty, playful, risky

I am rough country, loud voices  
You are smooth jazz, soft noises
You are a sitting, talking sweet lyric
I am a standing, dancing free spirit

I blossom in excessive stimulation
You desire quiet contemplation
I crave social places where I can be free
You crave something more low-key

We don’t get each others personality
We merely accept the others reality
Defensive, marching to our own tunes
We release the past, mending wounds

Where I am happy, you get dizzy
Where you are happy I get uneasy
Let go the idea we were meant to be
Accepting fate, ending fantasy

You were the key, I was the lock
It did not fit, you had to knock
Square peg, round hole
Even writing took its toll

Lesson learned in less than a season
Knowing we met for a good reason 
Hearts were healed, growth was gained
Glad our friendship still remained

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Short Stack

My Maltese dog Short Stack barks wildly at animals on TV
And his reflection in the mirror when I hold him up to see

The hamburger helper hand from commercials gets a loud reaction
Either a real or cartoon animal whether moving or having no action

Dogs, chickens, roosters, ducks even people if on all fours
Eddy the Jack Russell from the show Frasier he totally adores

The family guy dog, Brian gets recognition and so does Cesar Milan
The dog whisperer is his all time favorite show that’s why I leave it on

Barking only at characters with similar animal traits I find rather peculiar
Can he actually distinguish between what is and what isn’t familiar

He doesn’t bark at pictures of animals in magazines, photos or a book
Or even at my computer screen of animal videos or photos that I took

Maybe it is real to him because my television is such a large size
I find him mesmerized by the screen as if truly hypnotized

Adorable and hysterical at times this odd dog behavior state 
Although I live alone when the TV is on I have a roommate

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I Am Thankful For

Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon

Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well

Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan

Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk

Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion

Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese

Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life

Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole

Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don

Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope

Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell

Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them

Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough

Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy

Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near

Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke

This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November

Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last

Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again

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Acceptance

By the teacher of children in a preschool class
Kids are taught how to listen first time asked

Have good manners by showing respect in school
Which naturally at times they disobey that rule

Life is a stage, each child the star of their own show
Each their own path, their own road to go

Daring David stands up at the top of the slide
Toppling head first and down he will glide

Silly Soraya likes to do things her way
Do it for her and she will have a lot to say

Outstanding Olegario is convinced he is a superhero that fly’s
He plans to lead us into battle and protect us from all bad guys

Entertaining Emma’s faces and sounds are the funniest around
If not a comedian when she grows up undoubtedly a clown

Marvelous Mary lives up to her level knowing the proper way to act
When someone else doesn’t she’s the first to react

Jovial Jovany is consistently happy, loves to help and organize
With these traits to the top of the class he is sure to rise

Chatterbox Crystal is never at a loss for words whether you listen or not
She just really loves to hear herself talk

Irresistible Isabella has a most unique personality
She can tell a story with unbelievable originality

Enthusiastic Etta, always jumping and dancing while she sings
Moving about to a tune in her head is her thing

Admirable Alison has traits even adults impress
A great listener who knows the power in saying less

Artistic Amari can sit for hours and just draw
Having the talent to create a picture to look just like what she saw

Assertive Alexa has a way of getting kids to follow her direction
I won’t be surprised if one day she wins an election

Each child by allowing another to be just as they are, just because
Learn the healthy way to receive acceptance and love

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Daddy's Little Girl

Smacked my lips, primped my hair
Took a deep breath of the crisp cold air
Relaxed my shoulders, trying to hide
Deep feelings I had buried inside

Entering the room hoping to escape
The audience I knew I had to face
So sudden the tears welled up in my eyes
At the first sound of my mother’s cry

I caught a glimpse of my uncle cope
By speaking of my dad’s lost hope
Knowing my dad had used all his wisdom 
In attempts to free my brother from prison

My dad had given up after doing all he could
To get others to accept ignorance isn’t good
He inspired others to share their voice
In recognizing mental illness is not a choice

His aura, his persona, his sensitivity to the cause
So present in the room it made me stop and pause
My dad was genuinely, deeply spiritual and real
He could make even the most hardened feel

Feeling the weight of the lump in my heart
Had to leave the room to prevent falling apart
More than once I left and did this retreat
To regain my center and get back on my feet

He had affected a variety of people it is true
So many strangers, so many I never even knew
These couples who struggled to save their own 
From an illness so devastating and unknown

I felt compassion and healing in their presence
As we cried and reminisced about my dad’s existence
Classic Bob Dylan music playing in the background
So his style I felt he was still around

A slide video he narrated of all of us so young
Brought him to life hearing him dissect each one
All the emails of adoration from others in their fight
Lined the walls to exemplify his inner bright light

Adorning the hallway many letters to the editor he wrote
The substance and passion in others he provoked
His genius, his remarkable mind was brilliant
He was compassionate, centered and very resilient

So many thoughts and feelings not expressed
I wanted more time before he was put to rest
To my daddy I was his little girl
And to me he was my world



-LORI JEAN PHIPPS