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Tamara Reyna Poem
Grass new and, so green
Dig in my toes every spring
The air fresh and clean
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2016
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Tamara Reyna Poem
As I rise from this comfortable feather bed,
I peer out a window and shake my head.
Relinquishing the grip of last night’s sleep,
rubbing my eyes to the kitchen I creep.
I see the old kettle that she used to make tea,
we would go drink it under the old willow tree.
We use to laugh and play and swim in the lake
and, I remember the summer she taught me to bake.
Always loving comforting and warm to my soul,
I remember she loved to fish in her pond by the knoll.
I close my eyes and I start to tear.
I can feel her presence and her voice I still hear.
My mother always told me to stop being a tomboy and act like a lady.
She would whisper to me, “I know best and you’re perfect Katy.”
Not long ago I noticed she slowed way down.
I was sad and she noticed me and, my frown.
Be of good cheer she scolded me,
I’m going home and, with god, I will be.
She passed from this world with a smiling face.
I whispered to her, “I’ll see you again Grandmother in that better place.”
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2018
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Tamara Reyna Poem
My Janky Car
crowed parking lot,
cars going every which way,
a honk,
the window roll down,
screaming woman,
You need to get a....,
life, I thought she'd say,
but, new car I heard her scream,
laughed oh so hard did I,
screaming woman now transformed,
confused and irritated woman,
laughing still I drive away,
If only that woman knew,
3 x's a day I'd say,
I need to get a new car,
though meaning to offend,
we strongly agreed,
not the reaction she wanted from me,
I won,
Ha ha He he.
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2016
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Blind obedience is slavery.
Freedom siphoning governments count on your blind obedience.
I was just doing my job.
It's not my fault I maim and, murder.
My personal ethics and, morals disappear as I am blindly obedient.
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Mom and dad,
never lie,
Santa Claus
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2018
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I tremble at the thought of drowning,
I worry about wars,
I find it horrifying to be burnt alive.
I scream and jump from
rodents, insects and, reptiles.
Yet, none of these are my greatest fear
and, seem trivial in compare.
The thing I fear above all fears,
is not even in or of this world.
I don't believe I'll ever have to
face this fear but, somewhere,
in the very back recesses of my mind,
is the faintest of whispers,
almost inaudible, uttering,
"What If"?
Thus maliciously keeping my fear alive.
Or, is this whisper keeping my fear
from being realized?
Should I then embrace this fear
to remember
what must and must not be done?
Is it possible that fear itself
could keep me from that which I fear the most?
Thus avoiding ever facing Hell itself.
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2016
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I loved my cat.
She was a brat.
Never used the doormat.
Never would wear a hat.
Some people thought that she was fat.
Once she chased a rat.
Even tried to catch a bat.
She was good about covering her scat.
She didn’t have a face that was flat,
like a Persian cat
Now she lays in the road and is flat.
She met with a truck and went splat.
Swatting away at an annoying gnat,
I sadly write her epitaph.
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2017
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I'm a sinner Lord.
I need forgiveness, I need deliverance.
Only you Jesus can give this to me.
I fall on my knees,
Praying to thee,
Please take all evil thoughts from me,
Please take away what's tempting me.
I'm Undeserving,
Yet, I pray that you will be gentle to me.
I need you to bestow strength on me,
Wipe any doubt from me.
Let my faith be my fortress against evil
So there arrows will always miss.
I desire to be of service to thee.
In shame of my sins I tried to hide from you. I pray I'm never that fooilish again.
I need to be close to you,
To allow the love that flows through you, flow through me, giving it back to thee.
I want my works to be pleasing to thee,
To always seek thee diligently.
Please take away the pride that delights in defeating me.
I don't want to ever deny you the Glory that is yours my Lord.
I pray you gift me with understanding, wisdom and, open my eyes to all worldly lies.
I'm a sinner, I need forgiveness, I need deliverence.
Only you Jesus can give this to me.
Only you Jesus.
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2017
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Battle of the sexes is non-existent when we celebrate women, who celebrate men, who celebrate women.
We would cease to exist without men... or women.
Men and women are yin and yang and, crippled if not meaningless without the other.
Rejoice in the bountiful beauty of difference that the universe supplies.
Doing EVERYTHING by yourself is a lonely and, sad impossibility.
Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2016
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Imagine the possibilities of unbound creativeness.
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