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Debra Mundine Poem
Health plans are many, take your pick
You'll need one when you get sick
give longevity a chance
cheat death of circumstance
and give your heart more time to tick.
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Debra Mundine Poem
You lurk on the heel's of day's end;
arrive in intermittent degrees while
light is encompassed to slumber,
then you hover
with a subtle ominous gloom.
Alliance with the moonlit landscape
enhances the ambience of darkness.
Distant shadows
beckon curious ones
as the still, silent breeze
cools and calms partakers
of the evening.
You are the night
in all it's splendor:
twinkling stars, sushi bars
neon-lit places, smiling faces
howling wonders, pursuits to ponder
owls to hoot, jazz horns to toot
at weekend fests with
musicians at their best
as dusk blankets
the sky gently
exuding an essence
of atmospheric harmony
and spirited camaraderie
in the lingering denseness
of the night.
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Debra Mundine Poem
I feel the need to truly live soon
once again in limbo caught in a rut
destiny down the way sings a new tune.
Upon a time, I stared dreamily at the moon
wishing on I knew not exactly what
I feel the need to truly live soon.
Though much too late I broke out of my cocoon
to my life struggle has been much
destiny down the way sings a new tune.
Zestful and to sadness I've become immune
connected with reality and fully in touch
I feel the need to truly live soon.
Finally liberated and naturally wary of loons
they ruined the best part of my days, but
destiny down the way sings a new tune.
A perpetual optimist still full of dreams and such
A determined realist ready to celebrate with balloons
I feel the need to truly live soon
destiny down the way sings a new tune.
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For we do not have a spirit of fear
but of power, love and sound mind-
due to grace, our Savior is so near.
With his strength, not shedding tears-
he leads and I gladly follow behind-
for we do not have a spirit of fear.
His unconditional love I hold dear-
I, formerly held captive to bind
due to grace, our Savior is so near.
The truth of his "Word" is made clear-
better learning one cannot really find-
for we do not have a spirit of fear.
My mind renewed, now I truly hear-
struggles of life are not such a grind-
due to grace, our Savior is so near.
Focused praise keeps time in gear
on a path of order I'm now inclined
for we do not have a spirit of fear
due to grace, our Savior is so near.
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Debra Mundine Poem
Can you keep a secret
and promise not to tell?
We haven't been friends for long,
therefore I don't know you well.
Divulging this to the wrong party
would be as if to yell.
So take it to the next world
whether it's heaven or hell.
Many former dolls broken
sadly and unfortunately fell.
So withholding this secret in heartless
times would be awfully swell.
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A kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile
right after a thunderous southern summer rain
and it's width hovered over the earth for miles.
Prior to that moment despair's presence lingered awhile;
complexities of life previously caused much strain,
a kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile.
These arcs of lofty hues were as ancient as the Nile;
a prolonged glimpse of a rainbow inferring all is not in vain
and it's width hovered over the earth for miles.
Benevolence shown serenely like sparkles from a vial
bringing clarity to stressful detours cluttering life's lane;
a kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile.
Someone has a sense of humor and such great style
imparting significance in the sky as sands sift in grains
and it's width hovered over the earth for miles.
An epiphany from above quite like a radio perfectly on the dial;
with frequent focus on the firmament's views perception remains.
A kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile
and it's width hovered over the earth for miles.
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A rumble of thunder
roars throughout
the dark furious clouds.
At dusk, grey sheets pour from
the overly moistened southern sky.
From the mount's tip
to the green valley below
humid thirst is quenched.
The bolts' jagged streaks
of energized light
momentarily deny any shadows.
Dawn breaks to overflowing pools
of varying bluish hues.
An orange solar heat
extracts a gift of brew
from the soaked wet land.
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There was an initial
step taken
unsteady and unsure.
In time the pace increased
as curiosity endured.
Once adept and confident
the toddler ventured
on much longer treks.
In the light of day
youthful strides of wonder
lasted until sunset.
At adolescence with effort moving along
on the fun-filled futuristic trail.
Supposedly toward
an independent path
if no misfortune prevailed.
Unaware rescuers
stood by for escape
from a solemn immobile lane.
By now confused and weary
from an unending road of strain.
Teen kitty conditioned
for beguiling wolves
roaming the mean streets.
Detoured to the
lost byway
for a fatalistic defeat.
In the nick of time a majestic reclamation
occurred from heaven's boulevard.
To ensure a journey much smoother
where life
failed to be so hard.
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Upon reaching forty
and going
over the hill.
None of her dreams
had been fulfilled.
Malaise descended
on her like
fall in September.
Due to monotonous routines
from New Years'
to Decembers.
On the spur of the moment
longevity had it's wish.
She laid burdens down
for a
small amount of bliss.
Some were frantic
wondering where
she had gone.
Twas learned a little
later while far from home.
A necessary step
which preserved
her life.
Thereby gaining
a new perspective
minus stress and strife.
After reattaining some measure
of who she should be.
Through liberation
a soul's return
has needed serenity.
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Debra Mundine Poem
Often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse;
the odds are against them no matter what they do-
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Welcome to the world, your uncertain resolve many will peruse;
just like humankind's test subject, one among a select few-
often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse.
Loosening chains on little ones genetic wardens refuse;
foresight of what's to come not clearly in view,
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Later culprits will cover up and give themselves an excuse
for plots and games played on you, alone without a clue;
often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse.
With decades passage oppression persists attempting to accuse;
it's brutal onslaughts and attacks of heart once felt blue,
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
The cement wall has shattered, hell has begun to lose;
power vanquished through traumatic scars, redemption overdue,
often some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse-
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Abuse contest
5/10/13
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