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Liz Mckenzie Poem
I came
I saw
I played conkers.
I felt denied a pleasure
as mine was too small.
But it had a life of its own.
Tiny little piece of wood
I knew it could
conquer
the bigger existance.
It had great resistance.
Small
and yet insistant.
begin what it had started
not ready to fall,
rising above expectations
of itself
smashed...
but rising
a little grain
a little salt
bury me
but
i
will contiue the fight
not yet contrite
place me in a subtle soil
nourish me
and time will tell.
I will conquer that conker!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
Robina
My darling sister.
I wish I knew you.
I wish I could share you.
I wish you were here
to see you.
Who are you, what were you?
What would you be to me today?
My wish is that you could have stayed.
I love you although I do not know you.
But in my heart I own you.
I feel you with me
and all of us together.
Loving sisters and brothers.
You are here today in our hearts forever.
Nothing will keep us apart on that day...
That day we meet you again
And then, we will share our hearts, together forever.
But know this
sweet sister
you are here with us now!
I feel you. I Love you!
You are at rest now with
your dad. May he keep you safe.
Xxxxxxxx
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
once upon a time
when real time had no meaning
I came across you
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
the light shines too bright
from the infinate dark sky
it grows in my tears
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
I sit and wonder,
wonder why I sit.
Why am I unmoving
champing at my bit?
But still I stay.
always away.
Im waiting for a reason
to get out of it,
but here I remain,
sitting still,
still here I sit.
I want to get up and go for it,
My chair is getting sore
Maybe tomorrow a reason will come
And I will need more,
But here I am, sitting still
I guess I wont explore.
Someone pushed me off my chair,
is there a reason for it?
Yes, I need to go for it,
but let me stay a while.
until
I wont be still.
I want to go for it!
But until then
here I remain
I sit.
Still,
waiting.
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
My youngest daughter asked me...
"What is the most precious metal"
I could have said Silver, Gold, Platinum.
But the most precious metal I said was Mercury.
Because if you spill it, it spreads apart
but it will always find a way to reform, rejoin and become whole again.
Thats precious!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2006
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For all of you who know me
for all of you who care
for all of you who have been there
for me to share.
Ive shared my dark days
Ive bared my soul
those of you who have let me
unburden my shoal.
Little fishes run wild.
I know I have been an unruly child.
I thank you all from the heart of me
the core of me
and the badness in me,
but brighter day have shone.
This has been my silence
I cannot find the words to shine
when life is looking good
but reflections of days gone by
give me hope.
I am so grateful that you stood with me
with honest words spoken
spur me on when I have been broken.
I havent had the voice
or
character to say
you have given me strength
in this day.
You know who you are.
Blessed be. x
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2011
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Liz Mckenzie Poem
Blue Sky.
A little cloud passes by.
I sigh.
It is pure, clean, untouched.
A whiteness not claimed
a purity unstained.
I look upon it
and it darkens!
It swells up in anger.
“Don't look at me that way...
don't expect me to display
a picture of perfection”
I turn away.
It slowly calms ...dispels ...wisps away...
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2006
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I am a tenant
of your penance.
I reside in your house of discontent.
My whispers scream
too loud
and yet
a voice too small to be heard.
I live in a vastness of silence
of words which cannot be heard.
This house is called dread.
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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And there I was...
a cigarette in hand
It was all I could hold.
You came to me
spoke of things
so small.
I allowed them in.
I could take the littleness of it all.
Nothing larger than my breath.
My vessel was full,
full of bigger things.
More than you could ever hold in your empty heart.
Empty, it was still full of your foolishness.
But even so
a wisp of smoke
can fill the void
again,
tainted air
is full of despair
and I choke!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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