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Kerrie Doyle Poem
The wind blows, leaves rustle,
warm breeze brushes my skin.
There's a renewed energy in the air,
and I'm happier than I've ever been.
Flowers bloom around me, butterflies fly,
colors glisten brilliantly, in the lingering remnants of rain.
Peace and beauty are everywhere,
as the world alive whispers your name.
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Life's rose grew,
rising from the edges
of death's fire.
Not wilting from
the flames and pain,
only acquiring
incomparable
grace.
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Lying here,
2:34-
sleepless night.
Totally aware, conscious of any motion stirring the air,
sensing the changes of the clock,
interpreting the noises of the night.
Wondering if sleep will come and
if it will be accompanied by the dreams,
the ones that disturb my slumber.
The ones that disturb my slumber,
making my heart race, my breathing unstable
my chest tight.
The ones that disturb my slumber,
making my eyes tear, my body ache.
The ones making me fear the night.
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There are some nights
when I am asked,
to bring the ginger ale.
I carry the seemingly
benign beverage from
the cellar without fail.
As I reach the top step,
I can see him
reach below the sink.
20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey
And a shot of the ale
…the recipe for his drink.
He downs these libations,
steadily through the eve.
Slowly things change.
The room gets hotter,
air is stiller, silently I sit.
Staying out of range.
I watch and wait
and say a prayer
to do nothing that incites.
You see I have a reason
to dread the drink
and those lonely
ginger ale nights.
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My cat
Max,
has lots of hair
and
F A T
and time
to do nothing,
but sleep in the sun
and torment the dog
because he is
the Head of the house
and he finds it
fun.
But, of course,
I love him,
and
the weight of him
against me in the night
and
the sound
of his "motor running"
as the kids would say.
He brings such love
and warmth in those dark,
lonely hours.
Until...
without warning,
he leaps away.
If you were to
ask him why?
He would quite
simply
say,
"I was done"
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Can I tell you the worst thing I've ever
felt?
It's completely alone in a marriage once
full of love, friendship and hope.
Can I tell you the harshest noise I've ever
heard?
It's the sound of silence when I'm
listening for the harmony of
connectedness. Sweet music we once made
together and loved.
Can I tell you the saddest thing I've ever
seen?
It's the home that we built, where our kids
still play. Knowing it's not where I belong.
Can I tell you the most powerful thing I
will ever say? It is "Enough." And...
Can I tell you the hardest thing I
will ever do? I will leave.
Because God knows I've tried and I'm strong.
And I am ready to feel better.
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A piece of invaluable
material
used, a shield for protection
a wall to hide behind,
a strong and powerful weapon.
Strong enough to shun
the softest touch-
deadly enough to ruin
the most reputable
character.
The smallest flaw can be tragic;
just big enough for a ray of light
just small enough to go undetected.
Only to be conquered by:
the unstoppable hand of time
the unforgettable touch of love
the undeniable presence of truth.
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When the moonlight glows
shadows will awaken.
Inanimate guests
attend an earthly ball.
Gently swaying
and making love,
they dance
to heavenly music
until dawn's soft light.
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You were my rock,
the source of my strength
or so I thought.
I turned to you in my need,
and found my self falling.
I looked to the sky and cried out loud.
"How could this be?"
As the tears fell,
I felt myself grasping at air.
What would keep me going, what would I hold onto?
All that I had, all that I knew, all that I
clung to seemed to slip away.
Then... just before I hit the rocks below,
I realized what you had given me.
It was not a crutch to hold on to.
You were not my rock to cling to.
What you gave me was inside.
At that moment, I rose above,
stepped off the rocks and flew-
phenomenally. Soaring like an Eagle.
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Through the night
lying beside him,
watching him sleep.
Suddenly aware-
my breaths match his.
Who is this man-
I don't know.
Not the man I fell
in love with years ago.
But who am I now?
no great beauty to bestow
nor the girl once
on skid row.
Yet how much better
is my life?
Serving my master
under his spell,
where do I stand-
not far from hell.
Longing to get away
yet terrified.
I'd never make it on my own.
So here I stay
Through the night-
lying beside him,
watching him sleep;
alone.
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