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Our Little Group

I knew a group of ladies once, yes, I knew them quite well.
Let me tell you, they had some serious stories to tell.

No one spoke of them c’ept in between these four walls.
Because we didn’t have to worry about people listening in the halls.

Yep, these gals were some of the strongest, and smartest I’ve known.
It’s hard to believe that any unkind act to these women was shown.

Through the months that have passed truth comes out and feelings mount.
My heart is broken with each reluctant and teary account.

All of us held captive with each passing word, 
disbelief in the fact of how familiar twas you just heard.

Someone else has thought and felt my very things?
Excited but also guilty of the joy that this brings.

So we settle back down taking deep breaths and sighs
And try to blink away the tears that sneaked up in our eyes.

Yes, these four wall hold secrets and tales of despair
But somehow with each other it’s become easier “out there”.

We are closer than close, a trust you’ll not seen anywhere
And each of us so different with our own kind of flare.

Through all of this we’ve come to know each other so well
I know all of us feel that….without our little group, life would be HELL.



2/2017

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A Life Pretending

I could go thru life pretending
that it didn’t really happen that way.
Then I wouldn’t have to deal
with thinking all these things today.

I could go thru life pretending
that things were really all quite good.
But then I’d  have to tell people 
things were great growing up in my neighborhood.

I could go thru life pretending
that it didn’t effect me much.
And act like my childhood was wonderful
full of happiness, love and such.

I could go thru life pretending
that it was really all okay.
And carry on forever
it might be easier that way.

I could go thru life pretending
that I love my mom and dad.
And all the memories that I have
are of treasured times we had.

I could go thru life pretending
that this is how life goes.
We play the hand we are dealt
and then all thru life it shows.

I could go thru life pretending
that I’m the same as all of them.
But I’d be lying to myself
and other lies from there would stem.

So as I go thru life pretending
I will hold my head up high.
For it is said to have gone thru this
makes for a strength you can’t deny.

I still go thru life pretending
but I am not sad anymore.
For I have lived and learned a lot
I know now, life doesn’t keep score.

And when the end of life comes pretending
I will remember proudly with a smile
that thru it all I did my best 
and now I get to rest awhile.


12/2016

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Audocracy

Hello to all you Americans
out there in the USA.
I’m talking to all my fellow citizens
the ones that were allowed to stay, anyway.

I feel there is no camaraderie 
in this nation which we reside.
No union in our Capitol
no loyalty to each other to stand beside.

Our Government states they work for us
why then do all we see
Is a split right from the very top of it all
starting with Republican or Democracy?

Shouldn’t we truly be a union
as it states in our great saying?
Instead of fighting among ourselves
on things like when and where should we be praying?

I don’t understand our Government
so maybe I shouldn’t even speak.  
Maybe I don’t see the whole picture
and to say anything alone would seem so weak.

One leader works hard to make a change
so worthwhile at the time it seems.
And the next candidate tells how he’ll do
everything possible to fulfill our dreams.

Wouldn’t it be simpler and better for all
for one to continue where the other left off? 
Instead of spending all that money
showing the people at what they can scoff?

Greed and glory are dangerous things
too powerful for ones own good.
Too easy a plan that was intended
today people have misunderstood.

Treat others as you would treat yourself,
a simple notion that could mean peace.
But no one sees the value in this
and until we do this chaos won’t cease.


6/2017

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Lucky People

How lucky you are to start out your day 
with someone that acts like they care
A good morning is said in such a way
that nothing else is thought of it anywhere

	How lucky you are to live such a life
where you don’t have to wonder at all
about things that will happen or what sits in wait
or what words you’ll hear when he calls

How lucky for you to get all the good
out of your situation that you are in
While others are living a nightmare
watching someone they love live in sin.

How lucky that you don’t have to survive
each day that seems might be your last
You probably don’t even know these days exist
in a person you may have just walked past.

How lucky you are that you’ve made a nice life
for yourself and your family
you probably had all the right tools growing up
why couldn’t that have happened to me?

How lucky for you that you will never know
the anguish that goes on in my life
What a fool I was to think the sadness would end
just because he made me his wife.

How lucky that you have your life all in tact
each persons needs are all met
I can’t help but envy this life of yours
because all I’ve ever had was kismet.

So now I know that you are the lucky
and I am just watching life pass by
I’m waiting for my turn to live in the good
I guess I shouldn’t question why.





2/2017

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A New Toy

A new set of goals 
has come into my mind
it’s not a new thing
it happens all the time

But this time is different
I can see clearly the way
I know how to do it
I see things differently today

My mind is clear
with new beginnings in sight
I’ve lost all the clutter
I see everything right.

This is such a blessing
this new way of thought
To be able to think this way
without having to go through a lot

I’m so thankful for people
who have thought up these things
and the people who carry out
this happiness it brings

So thank you to all
who have filled me with joy
I cannot say enough
I feel like a kid with a new toy.


3/2017

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I Know

I’m writing this poem to those
who are living life in the dark
I know you have some secrets
and I know you don’t want to set off a spark

You’ll know who you are in a minute
when you read my words here on this page
For your face has seen many tears
and long ago you started to age.

There’s a look that I can recognize 
in someone now that I used to be
It saddens me more than you know
I wish that you could see what I see

For if you were to have known me then
and see how far I have come
From those days of being filled with fear
from another ones temper did I succumb

Oh yes, I’m familiar with those days
of “tripping and falling” down the stairs
Or running into the doorway
And being tired of all others glares

Better you just stay home after that
after those clumsy days of yours
and avoid people altogether
and avoid explaining your new sores

I’m writing to tell you something
it’s something you need to hear
Nobody deserves to be treated like this
so tell yourself that freedom is near

You’re much stronger than you think you are
just look at what you’ve endured
No lamb could have ever survived your plight
and WRONG carries a sentence, rest assured.

So know that you’re not alone anymore
there are plenty of us you can trust
we’ll be there to help you every step of the way
and soon your life will be just

the next time your precious partner
comes at you with all that they’ve got
put up your hand and say to his face
there’s something that I have been taught

You have no right to assault me
no right to do me any harm
and if you continue this behavior
You’ll be the one with cause for alarm

Touch one more hair on my head
My friends will be here and help me say
I’m going to be safe, you’ll never see me again
And you’re going to be put safely away.


2016

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A Lost Life

You only live once, I’ve heard people say.
Oh how I wish, it wasn’t that way.

I hadn’t a chance, right from the start.
No, not a helping hand, nor a loving heart

It was no bed of roses, not even close.
A life full of hurt, I endured more than most

My brother and I, we survived the ordeal.
Then came the years, where we chose not to feel.

Years and years later, seemed one day out of the blue.
I felt like I woke up, to a life that was new.

I was many years older, but still this was me.
A bit shocked and confused, how could this be?

Where did the years go?  I was just thirty three.
I’m fifty years old now, I missed out on being me.

So I woke up in my forty’s, is what you’ve heard me say. 
I’ve been cheated from life, in the biggest way.

No proper upbringing, just hurt and abuse. 
Which made all the wrong feelings, with all the wrong use.

No choices made right, examples were not there
Run away to whoever, showed me a care

Decisions were made, in the blink of an eye.
No thought ever put into it, didn’t even know why.

So here I am now, so much time spent and gone
I was cheated from a life, I played only a pawn

People don’t think, when they act like they do. 
It’s true what they say, to thine own self be true.

So go ahead mom and dad, rest in your grave.
Just know I’m still searching, for a life that I crave.

The life that you took from me, so long ago.  
You thought nothing of it, but I’VE carried the load

Thanks a lot mom and dad, my life could have been
Something worthwhile, not just a downward spin.

But think nothing of it, you never did
Don’t worry yourselves, I was just a little kid.

She won’t even remember, isn’t that what you thought?
You kept me busy, with all the stuff that you bought.

But a kids just a kid, for only so long you see. 
Those darn kids grow up, they don’t always stay three.

So what will you do, when I’m twelve and can’t hide?
You still claim denial, and cling to a false pride.

Well I paid for all that, your cheap thrills and lust.
Because you were sick, I learned never to trust.

So thank you for all this dear mom and dear dad.
There’s much more to mention, in this life that I’ve had.

But now that I’m your age that you were when I grew
I’m happy and proud to say…..I’m NOTHING LIKE YOU.


2016

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Taking Over

I awaken once again, alone in my room
not knowing what lies ahead.
I am afraid to walk out to greet the day
but I know to stay here I’d sit and dread.

Will I venture out to a day that is good
or will I be met with the usual routine?
I could hope for the previous scenario
but know that’s not the typical scene.

So I gather my tact and my will all at once
and go out to see what is there.
As my mind fades off to a fantasy land 
the other one is not easy to scare.

She takes the shifts that are too tough for me
without her I’d surely be lost.
And when its safe to come back to me
she lets me know and that is my cost.

For life as I know it for right now at least
must be this way don’t you see?
Then when I am ready to face all the mess
I can learn what it was like to be me.



2/2017

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My Story

Look here in my mind - there is a story to tell
It wont make much sense - but I’ll try to explain well

There’s a past that is hidden - far far below
Void of any thoughts or feelings - and no light does it show

It starts out quite dreary - in the first several years
When I tried to remember - there came only tears

Little bits and pieces - of memories all plain
Just seconds of time playing - each one scattered with pain

They might not be real - a mere picture in your mind
But why does it keep playing - too many times.

They don’t have much meaning - but come with much shame
Which doesn’t make sense - at this point in the game

I was too young to know - whats right or whats wrong
So why am I plagued - with this debilitating song

It hurts just a little - it hurts all the time
I have to pretend - i knew all my lines

My story is crazy - so many others are not
I wish I knew what was what - and why I got dealt what I got

For years I felt guilty - like it was my fault all this shame
But come to find out - to others, twas just a stupid game.

So the joke is on me - how funny is that?
When I was growing up - I should’ve been such a brat

They played me so foolish - is how I feel now
But they are the foolish ones - because I made it somehow

With all the misfortune - and abandon and lack
And no hint of normal - no one had my back

I missed out on middle age - due to numbing and a daze
Only to come to my senses - with years added to my age

Here I am in my fifties - I now realize quite a bit
It cost a lifetime  oh well - I know now this is it.

I know who I am now - I know what they did
I know what those pictures are - and I know what they hid

I don’t have to see - all those memories now
I’ve dealt with them my own way - the ones I need to anyhow.

My story is told - a portion anyway
If you want to know more - come see me some day

2016

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Alone

I realized the other day 
we truly are ALONE
If you think about it really
the day we set out on our own

ALONE is quite a scary thing
it can sneak up on you just like that
when you least expect it
ALONE brings you down in nothing flat

We never really see it coming
we are busy all the while
until one day you’ll be standing there
you’ll feel lost with no hope of a smile

When you look around you 
at this life that you have made
you found a nest and settled down
but along the way you’ve paid

Where are the ones that you once loved
and the ones who loved you too
did you forget to pay attention
to those ones that were so true

So, ALONE is a threat to keep at bay
fight it with all you’ve got
where friends should be standing there at your side
ALONE tries to take their spot

Value your friendships remember that
don’t ignore the importance in this
when ALONE comes knocking at your door
that’s a call you’ll be glad to miss.




11/2016