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Human portrait,
-A work of art.
Asian beauty.
Personal truth,
-A necessary filter.
Brute honesty.
Inspirational story,
-A fulfilling journey.
Human strength.
*This poem is about a woman that I came across on the internet that has
overcome great obstacles. *
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
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We are so lucky, you and I.
Our lives, we live-
We live in an evolution of sights,
Of sound,
Of feeling.
I wake up, rested, right as pie.
My life, I live-
I live to embrace the grace,
And wonder
So freeing!
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2022
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Sauteed garlic with ginger
Sear the chicken thighs
Add vinegar and soy sauce
Atop Jasmine rice
Smell the aroma
Rich blend of
Eats!
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
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smell the magnolia,
feeling the breeze on your face.
tasting coconut.
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Sweet chili sauce for dipping
paper thin rice wrap
ground pork, diced carrots inside
eyes closed--golden crunch
lucid breath
Ace!
~This is a Epulaeryu to Joseph Spence!~
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
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A profound knowledge.
A revised delight.
In total independence.
In total control.
Taking in the language of wisdom.
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
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I have fallen into serenity.
In the sweet complacent symphony
Of the humble mementos of life.
I have reached into my soul.
In the core of my heart identity
Into the attainment of unfeigned love.
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2009
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She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the
Wall above her bureau: A tranquil woman too,
Says her diary which lay near her bed on the
Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson
Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a
Chair in the corner of the room; but not one
For sunlight, say the black velvet cloak that
Lay neatly on her bed.
She lived alone, says the empty room next to
Hers; She was barren, says the long black
Dress that was worn; money was not a problem,
Says the antique furniture around the room; and
Her heart cold, says the silence that floats
Forever throughout the dusty bedchamber.
Something went wrong, says the lingering scent
Of death in the room. The faded painting -of
Darkness on a cold winter night- on her
Wall, say her life was an immoral one; untouched
Morsels left on delicate china that sits on the
End table, says she never felt hunger. And her
Victims? Never to be found or seen again-their
Bodies left lifeless on some unknown terrain.
Something went wrong, they say.
This is a dark poem in the form of "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Ted Kooser
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
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In a sea of brown ground,
there she stood.
-unique-
Suddenly understanding the regularity of it.
Of how each must feel a separation from the world.
But here she was.
-woman-
Seemingly feeling the power of it.
Fully grasping the concept that knowledge is
more so everywhere than here.
Accepting her position,
there she grew.
-conscience-
Tenderly acknowledging others around.
In which their feelings were translated
by her own understanding.
Otherwise adjacent to the world.
And here they became.
-companions-
Purely and with complete honesty.
The complete knowledge of
self, others, tribulation, and completion.
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Moments to behold -a twinkle of favor-
An entitative fusion -Of a love so divine-
I have fallen;
Fallen into immense rapture.
In this interminable moment of solace.
Copyright © Grace A Gagnon | Year Posted 2010
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