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Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine
Now standing forever to scour?
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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Housekeeping acrostic/therza rima
How Ruthie Stone had to abandon
One place that she only called home
Upon her Aunt Sylvie’s rebellion
So now she rides on her own
Every day she treats as a challenge
Kindling her attachment alone
Every hour since she has parted
Even through the years has passed
Proneness to stay lonely and quiet
In her own soul is attached
Now those dear reflective hours
Go with her while taking her time
While her old abandoned home sours
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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The dear lost Grandmother
While roaming through my Memories
And thinking through and through
And Trying and Remembering
My First memory was You
A Withered frame once held your face
And transferred to my hand
Your backdrop gave angelic grace
My own image wet
So as I laid in feverish dreams
Without hope to live
And just as soon as crisis cleared
I saw you in my sleep
I know you showed Idealism
Truly frivolous at Heart
Without a speck of Realism
And Debts stretched Far Apart
Your thoughts still glowed Very Bright
Complex Ideas flowed
And so with Great Illustrious light
Your Acumen had Grown
Dad knew your hair shone Flaxen
Your Eyes Great skies of Blue
Although there was no way
He could have known you
You die when he was still a Babe
Three months to be Precise
And Yet to him you still remain
Great Vision to His eyes
Soon after giving Birth to him
Or so I am told
You’ve fallen deathly mortally ill
While waiting in the Cold
And Patiently you waited
For One to take you home
Just as my Father stated
The wait was just Too Long
It placed on you a dangerous strain
With Consequence Severe
With you receiving so late
We lost your Being dear
I wish he could Prolong your stay
But yet this isn’t true
And while You in Heaven lay
I always think of you
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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Chiseled face from Cliffs of Moher
On Keyboard slender fingers prance
Mastery, knowledge daily Growing
Lonely for so many years
Inner world you do embrace
Meticulous diary for keep
Enya Brennan;s eyes enriched with glow
Noting if those are worth
Through numerous heaps
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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Riding the curves set before us
Only our senses respond
And there are also no setbacks
Drilling its Bravery to Us
Turning and tripping and twirling
Rough spins until we are strong
Inner desire preserving
Proudly conquers Our Faults
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
When all the dreams and hope do fail
Dear Savior take away my life
Yet still to this day do I grind
In search for that dear wanted grail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
So I have thought for months and months
Leaving behind a an endless trail
Dear Savior take away my life
My hope for program has gone wrong
And beat me like an evil tail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
I feel so hurt I cannot try
My wracked soul has left me frail
Dear Savior take away my life
And from my failures do I hide
While burning blushing in my shame
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
Dear Savior take away my life
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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Complex, capricious, capable
Rebelling, bending, absorbing
Brain, neurons, lobes, ideas
Wiring, firing, connecting
Interwoven,flexible
Fascination
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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A perpetual wait an undending optimism a bright future
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Advantages to grasp
Burning, bursting ready
Culminating, calming , collecting giving confidence
Driving to thrive, and blossom
Excelling. encouraging, ensuring ,eliminating wasteful thoughts
Firing, flourishing, fetching fury
Giving generous time to scholarly pursuits
High hopes, high tides, high cheer
Interest in schoolwork, initiation from self
Jonquils blooming, shining, enlivening and prancing
Keen awareness of self
Longing for future rather than past
Multifaceted structure only adds flair
Navigation among the webs
Overpowering the obstacles
Pure satisfaction from everything
Quirks that add to charm
Realistic goals never replace idealistic dreams
So inaccessible and complex
Tales to be woven with memories and jewelry
Unknown to masses, interpreted by select circles
Values drift yet remaining reachable
Whipping dreams, whipping hopes, waiting eagerly
Xinshi flowing creatively and forcefully
Youth and freshness shine
Zenith of glory nears
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2014
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No more, no more, Manhattan I now say.
At seven a.m., the factory bell beats.
The coffin-buildings bury the gray day.
The elevator screams and flies despite its weight,
which forces me to dread contemporary speed.
No more, no more, Manhattan I now say.
The iron's heavy as a rock and equally as gray.
In the embroidery,the gold thread rips and weeps.
The coffin-buildings bury the gray day.
At seventeen, young girls look twice their age
from laboring the fourteen hour days.
No more, no more, Manhattan I now say.
Conditions of no hygiene drive us to our death.
Specifically, the blood that we must pay.
The coffin-buildings bury the gray day.
No more, no more, Manhattan I now say.
The coffin-buildings bury the gray day.
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2015
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