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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Though we’ve never met
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness
Making others feel ten feet tall
Picking me up when I may fall
Talent beyond compare
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me
If I never had the chance to see you face to face
Your wonderful personality I could never forget
You’ve help build a community of friends
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors
I pray for love from God above
For you and your family beloved
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched
You changed someone
And brought me a new reason to write
You’re an inspiration and a friend
And you’ve touched my heart polite
Gratitude pours forth
Written for and about Sharon Weimer !
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Nature’s euphony
Water trickling over stones
Lucid hues beam spring
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
When we meet our hearts connect
as though we were cords on a violin
A shapely instrument of beauty and grace
When aged the sounds are clearer and more of value
Equally refined and spiritually aligned
We sing of life and commitment
And a trust that bonds
We stretch as the strings and bend to fit each other’s needs
We are linked in body and soul
We are music, we are whole
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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She had the perfect posture, she was an African American girl
Watching as the breezes about her dress did whirl
The warmth of July passed through the air
And there she was just standing there
She wore a fine printed, lime green dress
Where the wind did gently caress
She was summer in a glass mixed with ice
And she walked across the street so precise
Every man observed with a pleased eye
Every woman wished it were her that the men had spied
She was a summer girl
Soft and elegant and flawless as a pearl
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Emerald moss back stones
Drenching sunlight trickle
Where I rest my mind
(Inspired by Raul Moreno’s Solace in nature contest)
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Who says I’m getting old?
My hairs are not gray
Its beautiful sterling silver
The finest silver around
Who says I’m getting old?
My face isn’t bright red
I’m not having hot flashes
I just have constant sunburn
I love the outdoor
Who say’s I’m getting old?
Not me I’m as young as I feel
Tennis anyone?
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
His lips inviting
The moment so exciting
He caught me and pressed his face to mine
A moment of savage intertwined
I will never forget he soft supple touch
I remembering wanting it so much
The flood of fever in a seconds kiss
The smiles the childish laugh the endless wish
And I won’t forget the pure bliss
All from the minds fabulous reminisce
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013
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My prints are visible for now as I press the soaked sand
Breathing in the cured sea air
I hear the silent roar of its mighty movement
Disobedient curves imbuing in an aquamarine blue
Rhythmic grains of tamed shells
So violently arranged in a thing of beauty along the beaten shore
One should feel powerless against its perimeter
As the constant ascension changes the beach slowly over time
So to do I feel an ever so mellow shift of mind
The sea is an ever so predictable place
With an unpredictable aim
Every bit true for life
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Drawn-out nights come with
Brief days now the sun sits still
We sit by the fire
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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Laura Mckenzie Poem
Pass onto this thinking place
Pristine with luster and rhythmic textures
Bath in its heart-warming splendor
Here in this monolithic emerald patchwork
This relationship consoles your psyche
A pluck from here, a collection from there
A rack of tools and an now idle straw-hat
From the loam to dust that stick upon your shoes
A place to conceal with an atmosphere
Contiguous to the eyes embracing and rich
Time honored in its entirety
Carefully romanced by birds and creatures alike
I found you here in a home of comforts
Now your essence is complete
Behold the gardens of light and sound
As perfect as the gift given to man
A portrait flowering a secrete of love
Its scenery influences your center
Today and always
A thinking place
With a reflecting pool
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010
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