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Valerie Staton Poem
She arose…
A phoenix out of a pile of ashes…
Out of abandonment
Out of hardships and constraints
Out of depression and sadness
She arose…
Out of cutbacks and setbacks
Taking to the sky, looking down on ghosts
of mental, physical and economical abuse
She arose…
Strong, majestic, empowered and divine
Out of trials and tribulations she climbed…
Casting off unsightly remnants of loss and despair –
Leaving pain and sadness behind
She arose…
A new creature – beautiful and refined
Out of a pile of ashes the phoenix climbed
With a surge of energy, she took to the sky
And never looked back where her burdens lie
She arose.
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2020
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Valerie Staton Poem
By Valerie D. Staton
I love you…
More than Elmer loves glue
More than Bruce loves Kung Fu
More than Sara loves pie
You’re the apple of my eye
More than Samson loves Delilah
More than smoke loves fire
More than Adam loves Eve
You're the only one I need
More than needle loves thread
More than Wilma loves Fred
More than peaches loves cream
More than I’d ever dare to dream
I love you...
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
CHICKADEE
By Valerie D. Staton
Outside my window in a maple tree,
I saw the most beautiful Chickadee;
Seated on a bough, the little songbird,
Sang the sweetest song I’d ever heard;
The tiny bird’s song drew other birds near,
Creepers and Kinglets I could clearly hear;
When I grabbed my flute and began to play,
birds relinquished the bough and flew away.
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
Seafarer sat by the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;
Photographs earmarking the good ole days,
The mariner clutched inside his hands
He long for the billows, brine, and the glade -
To brave the waves on his boat once again
“Clarice and I, sailed the seven seas!”
He’d boast to beachgoers every day
Vivid tales, made him a celebrity
As he talked about quests in lands far away
The people convened at summer’s end
To make the seafarer’s wish come true
They repaired the sailor’s battered friend -
So he could return to the oceans blue
Seafarer sat on the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2018
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Valerie Staton Poem
Remember the long walks on sunbathed sand
Talks we had on a saturated shore
The feel of our hearts pounding in our hands
Each moment better than the one before
Want to walk with you my love forever
Promise never, my love, to cause you harm
Time stands still whenever we’re together
Laughing and loving in each other’s arms
Darling I never thought I’d feel this way
Our love is like a symphony of songs
Resonating loudly on auto play
Beautiful melodies heard all day long
In my life no one else could ever be...
For I am convinced God made you for me
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
Atop a walnut table with ebonised legs
Sat a Victorian brooch, white and red.
She wore diamonds and rubies brilliant and bright,
That sparkled within all sources of light.
Bejeweled little butterfly trimmed in gold,
A wonder you are for the eye to behold.
"Am I not beautiful?" inquired the dragonfly,
from its perch on an occasional table nearby.
Dressed in diamonds, rubies, and mounted on gold,
With enameled wing and tail, a dazzling bouton pearl...
It too was a wonder for the eye to behold.
"What about me!" shouted a diamond pendant watch.
"And me!" shouted a brooch with a white paste heart.
"What about me?" inquired a flower, art nouveau...
"Enough! shouted a disgruntled Cameo,
dressed in pearls, diamonds, rubies, and gold.
"We all are wonders to behold!"
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2023
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Valerie Staton Poem
A Curtain of Rain
By Valerie D. Staton
A curtain of rain
Fell from graphite colored sky…
Cars are floating by
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
My world a chasm of utter darkness
Dreariness enveloped me like a cloud
Bound by chains in an abandoned fortress
Tormented body - a field freshly plowed
Accomplishments ignored; voice never heard
Wondered why on earth was I even born
Treated like clipped wings of a fallen bird
Ripped to shreds, I could no longer be torn
Unsettling to be taunted by others
When all you do is exemplify love
Why is it so hard to love one another
As commanded by the Savior above
I tried so hard to find favor in their sight
All efforts were unfavorably received
I began to pray and was bathed in light
Chains started falling, my sentence reprieved
God looks at me and sees a worthy prize
The Lord loves all of his children the same
I’m no longer concerned about man’s eyes
Ill-conceived judgments nor secular names
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
His mighty name is worthy to be praised
I thank him for his redemptive power
For being my light on the darkest of days
In times of despair God spoke from above
Through His Word, He counseled and He advised
Keep His commandments - Keep walking in love
I am His, I am loved, and I am a prize!
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
Who Would Have Thought
By Valerie D. Staton
The first time we met I was a bit scared
To be in a union unequally paired
You smoked cigarettes, I did not
You liked the cold weather, I liked it hot
You drank alcohol, I drank decaf tea
Who would have thought you’d be the one for me?
Your clothes were unkempt and so was your hair
My friends were not fond of you, but I did not care
Shameful how people look outward not in
I saw a beautiful heart beating within
Only I could see the gem standing there
A gift that the Lord decided to share
We’ve never argued, nor have we ever fought
An oddly matched couple...who would have thought
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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Valerie Staton Poem
If I were given a silver dime
Whenever he failed to arrive on time
I would have enough cents
To overflow the U. S. Mint
For Pithy Pants Contest - 1/31/19
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2019
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