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Winter Woes

In the house
Nothing to do
It's cold outside.
Skies are not blue.

Where is the sun?
Where are my friends?
Haven't seen either
Since I don't know when.

I sure hate Winter
So cold and so dreary.
Don't have to do nothin'
To feel just plain weary.

Wait just a minute.
What's that I hear?
I'll look out the window
and see who is here.

My friends are outside,
they're playing in snow.
I love Winter now,
I really must go.

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Reminiscing Home

The trees in bloom, all red and gold
Gifts from the sun, it shines so bold.
On down the road, as you can see
A place that means the world to me.

The house still stands, the weeds are tall,
That doesn't bother me at all.
When we lived there, mom, dad, and me
Could feel the love from just us three.

I grew up there without a care,
Had everything I needed.
My days were filled with mom and love,
At night , my dad I greeted.

After supper, ready for bed, we'd head for his big chair.
He'd read me me books and tell me stories, we'd visit everywhere.
As my eyes grew heavy, he'd put the books away.
He'd carry me off  to my room, and listen while I'd pray.

All that happened years ago,
They're both gone now, you see.
But I remember all the love
My mom, my dad, and me.

Life of stress has brought me back
To sit and reminisce.
Of home, and mom, and dad,  and me
The things I dearly miss.

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Ode To Jamie

I'd never know the joy, they said
To hold, and kiss, and nurture.
But all too soon we did find out
That God had planned my future.

That beautiful baby girl I had
Came to my life a' crying.
 She brought so much love to us
To her there was no denying.

The terrible two's, the trying teens,
The years passed by so fast.
I knew she'd grow up, and pull away
Her dependency wouldn't last.

So as I placed her hand in yours,
you quietly changed her name.
My little girl grew up that day.
My life won't be the same.

She'll always be my baby.
Thank God for blessing me.
Although we share her love,you see
She saves big hugs for me.

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On the Street

I passed you on the street today,
but your eyes were blind to all but one as
you turned on that boyish charm.

Who was she, young raven haired beauty
holding your arm possessively as I did, in love
one upon my happier times.

You were winning her with that captivating Cassanova 
laugh I'd heard when we met, unknowingly
working it's smooth golden charm on her.

I didn't have to glance there to see that
she was drinking it all in, quenching a thirst as 
I once did, believing every sweet sparkling word.

I walked on, quickening my heavy steps, so my
burning eyes wouldn't set free their
scalding tears, not that you might see my pain.

We are now just friends, not even close  ones, as
I couldn't chance that too soon with
my heart, already broken in undying want of you.

In quiet dark solitude I'll greive for, and bury these foolish
dreams in my mind, and hope
time will ease the heartache.

The mean and abusive ways that led us here, sadly
has scarred even friends, knowing deep
that time cannot heal all wounds, we part.

Years behind, the hurt and memories faded, leaving
me happy again as
I passed you on the street today......feeling no pain.

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My Fickle Love

You nuzzle up to me, rub on my leg.
I pay no attention as you cry and beg.

I look away, continue my chore.
You come back again, crying still more.

Sometimes you want me.
Sometimes you care less.
My head is 'a spinnin
From all this distress.

When I want to hold you
You run like the devil.
Will we ever get 
On a good friendship level?

That is my story.
It had to be told.
My love's a hungry kitty cat
Sitting by his empty bowl.

Once his little belly's fat
He's happy and content.
He'll look my way, then walk away
He's quite a snotty gent!

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After All These Years

It's always there within me, that
feeling of non-belief.
You would think after all these years I 
would have found relief.

The heartfelt joy of true love I found
in years so young,
Became an all too sad song unlike
the love songs, sung.

I tried to mend that broken heart but
you could never see
Just what those mean and hurtful things were
were building up in me.

And soon you left me  all alone,  never
again I'd see your face,
I felt the love I'd felt for you seemed 
now like such a waste.

He's gone, they said, he passed away,  but
years had left me cold.
My heart did break again that day
from memories sad and old.

I did forgive, did not forget
the good times and the wrongs.
But I still keep you in my heart 'cause
that's where love belongs.

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Live Just For Me

It's quiet today
My mind is not screaming.
I've not given up
I've only stopped dreaming.

For too many years
And too many days
I lived just for you
I'm changing my ways.

I'm going to laugh.
And I'm going to sing.
I'll live just for me
My heart's taken wing.

The sky is so  blue,
no clouds over me.
I feel so happy
And I feel so free.

I've love in my heart
For someone who's true.
You had your chance
I had that for you.

But you weren't ready
You wanted to run.
Now I realize
You're just not the one.

So now that I'm wiser
And happy again
I'm free to be me
I'm glad that you ran.