Category: Poetry
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Poem: Relaxed, a bit of humor, Part 3 of Seven Secrets
Relaxed To sit in a stupor At home, no need to think. That is the comfort zone I often want to sink. – Relaxed in easy chair, Snarls still not brushed from hair. Propped in front of PC, Mopishly sit and stare. – I know it isn’t smart To spend the day like that. This…
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Poetry: Energy Wanes, Secret 2
Energy Wanes I love to work hard Outside, in the yard. Not able each day Not since turning gray. My energy wanes Not to mention pains Must curb exertions To less excursions. June Nash When I was young, I was a fireball of energy. I still love working hard. It makes me feel good.…
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Poem: Seven Secrets
The Seven Secrets Seven things about how I feel. This I never want to reveal. Even colors, which ones favorite, I may live later to regret. This post goes out to many sites, Even though readership is slight. To tell the world all my secrets Would leave me twisted in it’s nets. Seven things about…
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Poem: Awarded
Awarded Received an award, make it two. Good, but now I have things to do. Conditions come with this blessing. I’ll tell here, no need for guessing. – First, to donor, I must give thanks, This blogger upon heart string yanks. To Sofie, thanks, Green Cheata too. A little late, but late must do. –…
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Poem: Too Late, Mommy’s Gone
Too Late, Mommy’s Gone Mommy’s gone, not coming home. Off to church, us three alone. Mommy said, need to be brave. Care for papa, and behave. Mommy’s in a better place. Angels will, her pain, erase. Daddy says at church must pray. Too late now, she’s gone away. June Nash I subscribe to the Weekly…
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