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Lynn Elaine Fuller Poem
Some kids look funny;
while, others just look.
Their eyes and ears in
juxtaposition, leaves little
to the imagination.
Maybe, what they are all about
is simply fun and play
They test the world,
in ways that only someone
with an underdeveloped mind could,
creating havoc here and there;
while, having the times of their lives
Children run, leap and cry
to anyone who'll care.
unaware, that soon,
they will become us!
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2015
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Lynn Elaine Fuller Poem
To live life as one really means it,
Is to ignore all TEMPTATIONS,
ignoring troubled times
saying that the rhyme and
the rhythm, created by
them
Moving Mountains, overcoming all obstacles,
can be larger than ‘life’, constituting more troubles,
but troubles can lead to goal attainment.
goal attainment, is where genuine fulfillment lies
Satisfaction lies.
If living life; is loving life, then why
All of the many distractions?
Distracting from what?
True Love!. It... can never die
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2017
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A day with God
They invited me to church;
where, I found many people.
People of all sorts;
both caring and loving,
one another; as well as
Christ and the Pastor.
As he began to speak,
the congregation became silent.
He gave a sermon that won't, soon, be forgotten;
its content, bringing light and hope to us all
But, what could outsiders do,
if they weren't to attend
GOD only knows!
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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Although a period has no real jurisdiction,
It has substantial reason and purpose.
Bringing to mind its’ weight in space,
as well as, on paper.
What this solitary mark does,
Enables a pause.
Indicating ultimate culmination, this mark competes, only with
the colon, leaving nothing more to say,
Unless it is to filch some jurisdiction from its’ fellow marks;
none of which, can lawfully tell.
This period reeks of authority!
Lynn Fuller
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The Pancake poem
Pouring batter in the pan,
brought wild anticipation
Dappling tiny dabs,
of what I thought was mere batter,
only peaked my senses.
The pancakes grew in numbers;
while my taste buds
nestled with satisfaction
Peaking my senses,
only, prompted more pancakes
Could I ever hope to make such
creations of perfection again
09.30.2015
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Being as wild as wild comes,
he came and Tucked his
weary head INTO MY BED!
My, what fun we had.
with his popsicle,
we ate ravenously.
was it real or was it in fun?
I had, yet to find out!
What would he do
if he only knew,
what his love meant?
True or False, we felt!
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A conservative guy was he,
keeping to himself and
not oft, initiating verse with others.
Working hard at everything he pursued,
Bill attained a sort of wealth,
to be felt and not seen.
After all, he did have a family.
It was not supposed to matter
how many things a man had.
but, more what he practiced,
what he consumated,
before he died.
Leaving behind two beautiful girls,
many vehicles and a wife, Bill passed
at an early age.
Adjustment to the loss
came easily for the girls,
However 'twas mortifying to wife/ mother,
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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Fall
It's essence,
upon us now.
Will bring wind,
Rain and even cold.
Its conStituents,
all to comforting;
even so, we're ready,
for the Winter months.
March, April and May,
bringing wamth to our Rearts,
birthdays give reason for saniy,
December, January and February
behind us now. we look Ronward to
March, the onset of Summer and
Wow! SummeR!!
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2017
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So those long sought days are here.
Grass turns green.
Emollients, making their way
to nourish buds, stop,
for the sake of
pollination, moisture
become the hero,
uds sit, waiting for sunlight
waiting for sunlight
Then, becoming modified,
No longer are they buds,
earing beaut;
as if, created by a skilled hand
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It started as distant, faint rays of sunshine ; whose beauty brought serenity. Still the day was shining brightly This lead to her feelings of utter joy and excitement
Carla cucumber was running for captain of the Vegy team; when, she became combined with a couple of cauliflower sprigs
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