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Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell Poem
dreaming of monsters,
unreal, while living with
monsters real.
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The world is my dinner plate
my wilderness school
there are many varities
of dishes laid out for me
to swallow
to chew
to spew
many things to choose
oh, the lessons are many
and not all fun
the Lord has a since of humor
sometimes not
but, I find the world can be hot
and sometimes very cold
there are too many teachers
to many tests
the textbook of life
is mostly ignored by the crowd
and Babylon is great
but, I am in the world
but not of it
and I stubbornly resist the road
most traveled by the crowd
oh, the road less traveled
the road Frost speaks so highly
is the one I travel
and oh the rocks are steep
and sharp
and the devil hides in the bushes
throughing his rocks of criticism
making fun of me
the fingers of those in the floating building
the one with the Babylonians
all pointing their fingers of scorn
and all that I would consider porn
the world is my dinner plate
and I sometimes sample the good
skip the bad
because I am a picky eater
I am the least seen in the theater
just one of the observers
hiding along with one of the props
someday I expect to recieve my crown
and rise to meet my Savior
and recieve my graduation papers
that would mean my exit papers.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2006
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This is life in a nut shell
listen up, if you will
The class is dismissed
I could not resist
I raised my hand
my legs turned to sand
but the teacher left
in such a huff
that I found it no use
I was without excuse
No homework than
I am free to form my own band
or lazy around the sandy beach
but, it all was beyond my reach
so I went right to work
so I can have something to fork
it was not going to be all steak and pork
nor mansions, perhaps, a huddle
next to a mud puddle,
this is how it had to be
til the He comes for me
to graduate to eternity.
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Scrambling for the happy life
in a stormy sea
The waves seem to rise
a watery high
Screaming to be heard
a noisey roar
The traveling highway
I cannot egnore
Where is my beating heart
which stress is a part
Nature is plastering me
like crazy art
Picasso in reverse, retreating,
repeating vibrations
and I am drowning
in lifes bountious rations
Trouble and woe-zy
that's me from head to toe-zy.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2006
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Singing the song of longing
along the windy road to my dronging
the city does not lie very far
with its houses, workshop, and bar,
Singing a song of love
or the birds that sing in the trees
oh, my heart listens for the breeze
that rustles through the leaves
and leaves me relaxed
my nerves less taxed
Oh, Henry had it right all along
nature sings a lovely song
among the trees, bushes, and creeks,
Civilizations can surely reek
of corruption and pollution
nature is nurture along the river banks
and in my backyard it really cranks
out the melody of the birds and winds
that heals my mind as it mends
my heart, Oh, singing the song of longing
along the windy road to my dronging.
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Tracing the envelope of my existence
i take a walk around the seams
checking for chinks in my fine armor
checking for holes along the way
trembling at the prospects of repair
feeling my own deep dispair
knowing that what it may seem
the way is always a little more
feeling now the far distant resistence
that dwells deep withing my heart
i find change is painfull and discourageing
but, i know it is my integral part
of growing and learning and stretching
please forgive me, the envelope,
trembling i take a peek inside
dividing the good from the bad
categorizing and depleteing the mess
organinzing and replete with the goodness
i lick the sticky stuff to seal it all inside
remembering that with a little steam
i can open the seam
and check it all out again and again
til i have the envelope of my existence
filled to the bream of my best sentence.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2006
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Tripping
down
the
wind
pipe
of
the
ananomy
of
a
snake
that
travels
in
ribbons
and
over
the
rocks
and
branches
and
in
dark
and
scarry
places
that
always
end
in
fertilizer
for
flowers
and
grass.
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Sunshine fills my pores
with light
The breeze soothes my
inner chambers
The sound they make
fills my soul
The wings they bring
leads my heart to sing.
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Primeing the pump:
the time i spent looking over the ocean,
finding peace.
Sharpening the ax:
the time i spent amongst the tall green trees,
finding me.
Cleaning the lens:
the time I spent looking up at the stars
and finding
galaxies.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2007
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Jesus walked this fair earth
so many eons ago
He stepped in leather sandals
and walked lightly upon the earth
He spoke softly of many things
and He rose on angels wings
so His disciples could testify
He healed with the touch of His hands
and spoke throughout the land
Jesus walked this fair earth
so many eons ago
but, now i think He walks it still
and watches in disguise
He fills His book with names
He knows each of His creations
and knows how to judge
He knows how to succor
He knows how to rescue
Each time a blessing comes unnoticed
He sent it that way
so one day
we would discover
that He still walks this fair earth
as He did so many eons ago.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2006
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