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Breeann Mahoney Poem
F-I-F-T-Y you ain't got
no alibi your 56,
your 56.
So say it loudly,
say it proudly
let it out, let it show
your 56 Ellen,
who would
of known?
Your truly hot,
you truly glow,
you got it going
on Ellen don't
you know?
Your ageless,
your timeless,
your true to your soul.
You spread
kindness and,
goodwill to all
you know and,
to all the guest
who go see your
show.
Your awesome, your funny,
your a dancing machine, you
got it going on Ellen your living
your dreams.
So you keep on keeping on Ellen,
cause the good lord above is
going to keep blessing you
Ellen till your one- hundred and one.
Happy 56th Birthday Ellen!
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2007
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
Carved by the hand of God you are
awesome, heavenly, take my breath
away, Yosemite.
I worked and lived in Yosemite when
I was 18 1/2 till I was 23.
How was I to be so blessed? some
would say I'm lucky I guess.
What an impact you had on me,
for I was young broken and, lost
till you opened my eyes, you filled
my heart.
You healed my heart, you healed
my soul with all the beauty, the magic,
that you behold.
Your sunrises, sunsets, waterfalls,
your meadows, wildlife, granite
walls of Half Dome, El Capitan, Clouds
Rest, and the Camp 4 climbers they were
the best.
The people, the memories, that I had made
will last me my lifetime I will take them to
my grave.
Now when I die I have just one request,
please spread my ashes and, lay me to
rest, in the place I love the best, my heaven
on earth Yosemite.
So I thank you Yosemite, for the Kodak
moments, and memories, that you truly
gave to me.
You healed my heart, you healed my soul,
with all the beauty, and magic, that you behold.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2014
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
Dysfunctional families
aren't they fun?
Dysfunctional families
we all have one.
They come in all colors
shapes and, sizes
with all their crap
and, all their surprises.
They push your
buttons because
they can.
Dysfunctional families
aren't they grand?
It's the FUN, in
dysfunctional that
makes you see, how
much you love, your
dysfunctional family.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
My mom has tried from the start
my mom she has a giant heart.
She did a good job to raise me
right since I was a little tyke.
She said she will never give up
the fight and, keep on trying with
all her might to save me from my
destructive life.
I would be out all night running
the streets, doing things I knew
weren't right getting in trouble,
getting in fights.
She wanted me home, she wanted
me safe, and she was always making
me something delicious to eat.
I didn't care that I was breaking her
heart or, that my delinquent ways
were tearing her apart.
Well I was finally arrested and ended
up in jail, I am now stuck in this place
and I tell you it's hell.
Now I see all the bad and, stupid
things that I've done but, I had no
remorse then I thought it was fun.
I am now sorry for the things that
I have done, now I want to be a
better person, a better son.
Even though I am stuck in this
place, when I think of my mom
it puts a smile on my face.
Now the only person who is still
on my side and, who's still got my
back is my sweet, big hearted mom,
imagine that.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2014
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
She sit alone most
days, most nights.
Perched in corner
with her pipe.
Smoking rock she
holds on tight,
only to fade into
the light of the
flickering candle
she burns so
bright.
For night owl
know all is not
right,
can't find her way
she won't fight so,
death awaits her
final flight perched
in corner with her
pipe that numbs all
feelings, that wrongs ,
all right.
So close the door the
windows now, lock
them tight don't make
a sound and, creep
around quietly if any
should knock you,
can't be to trusting
in your spot.
So, let the tears build
up till your weak in
your knees, and, keep
on smoking to the
wheeze, of the poison
your pipe does breed.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
The first thing she does
when she gets out of bed
is to place her crown of favor,
on her head.
Then before she leaves to
to start her day, she looks
in her mirror and, begins
to say.
I thank you dear god and,
it's beautiful to see all the
favor, grace and, blessings
that you have given to me.
That's why I don't worry
with you by my side, you've
got my back, you always
provides.
It's the crown of favor she places
on her head, everyday when
she get out of her bed.
Her crown of favor is no crown
of thorns, her crown of favor
was a gift from god the day
she was born.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2014
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
The fortune cookie with it's lovely shape
the fortune cookie I think smells great.
I don't like to eat them though it's the
fortune inside I like the most and, the
last one I got said it best,
"I show you doubt to prove that faith exist"
Not quite a fortune but, a
message from that man,
that God of ours isn't he grand?
That was his answer to the questions
I had been asking, his sense of humor
keeps me laughing.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
I saw you by the pool today
you said you had cancer
that it was taking your life
away.
I didn't know what to say
I was totally shocked,
I was totally blown away.
When you left to go inside,
I hung my head I began to cry.
My heart was breaking
I felt awful inside cause,
I had been tripping
over my pride.
I was so stupid,
to blind to see
what a friend
you were to me.
Mary, I wrote you this poem
to tell you that you will be
missed dearly and,in my
heart and, in my prayers
is where I'll remember and,
keep you through the years.
God's plans are bigger then
us as we all know but, that
still doesn't make it any easier
to go.
Mary, you know that you won't
be alone, for your love Carlos
will be right by your side holding
your hand, as you both walk
together into God's promiseland
Heaven. Thank you Mary, for being
my friend.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2012
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
Up all night
into the dawn
pipe in hand
till it's gone,
with a friend
who does the
same, we always
like to play this
game.
Now it gets weird,
it gets strange,
feeling numb,
feeling deranged.
Lurking and,
creeping with
the shades
pulled drawn
day is here
though we're
all gone.
And good friend
Jones won't
go away sits
in pipe till
next day.
When we
scrape to
find it there,
just an illusion
do not care,
need to stop
and, show our
ware.
We're not misfits
come look and, see
Were just avoiding
reality.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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Breeann Mahoney Poem
Your life is like a garden
you reap what you sow
so carefully plant your
seeds of life cultivate,
water, tend to them
right and, oh at a
abundance they will
bring to your life.
Let also the seeds of
your life be of honor,
and integrity and, the
random acts of kindness
you show will come back
to you in folds.
For it is how you have
treated others that will
matter in your final hours
the gift is truly in giving
when giving unconditionally.
So give a little, give a lot
keep on giving full your heart
for this is what life needs to
be more about giving to those
who go without.
Now do unto others
don't even think twice
and, count your blessing
in your prayers tonight
that you were blessed
with an abundant life.
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Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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