Tag: June Nash
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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: 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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Poem: Daylight Savings Crime
Daylight Savings Crime Twice per year we change the time. This law we have seems a crime. Internal clocks remain same. Crazy time practice is blame, Accidents, at work and home. As muddle brained people roam. Foggy brain clouds need to clear. Lets keep same time the whole year . June Nash
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Poem: Compromise or Compromised
Compromise or Compromised To compromise, meet on common ground. Committed to change, both parties bound . That is how I thought it would be. I thought that, it was silly of me. You cannot change, your way critical. I must change, that would be practical. For you yes, but I suffer dearly. I lose self,…
June Nash 