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Tempestlady
Just a homo sapien hanging out on the third planet from the sun, from Texas, and just a simple cowgirl, nurse, healer, mother, daughter, wife, Red Cross volunteer, adult child of alcoholics and USAF veteran from South Texas. I write for me, to help me deal with life, and use it as a type of catharctic/therapy, warning.....some of it is very blunt and controversial. However, If I like the rhythm of your poetry and love the rhyme, i will generally read your work anytime if you drop me a line. Write on..... Tlady
A perfectly lovely scene. That reflects a beautiful city. A-glow with white glitter that covers the city streets and glistening roof tops. The icicles slowly come to life along the sides of buildings otherwise gaudy with technology. Odd, how nature puts a wholesome beauty into things that were never beautiful. Of all the things that she can do, beauty, and life are her talents. Therefore, the lucky ones who see the ice fairies dancing on the windowsills, surely must enjoy life more than those who just see snow!....
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Anne on my mind......
Cookies, Cookies which ones to make? Cookies, Cookies which ones to bake? Is it oatmeal for him? sugar for me? Ooh! these jam ones look scrumptious (in the picture) you see? Will it be bran for momma, or peanut butter for sis? Oh, I could cook them all and someone's favorite still miss..... I could wash, and I could dust & sweep and mop , till i'm dead, but alas, if you watch, I'll be baking instead because I have cookies in my head. Cookies, Cookies, which ones to make Cookis, Cookies, which ones to bake?
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Cookies!!
I shower you peek I flash what you seek I see a glint in your eye your thinking of cherry pie I nibble on your neck a kiss, but just a peck I linger then bite your lip you squeeze my hip You pull me near i wonder where tonight my dear your musk fills my senses your muscle hardens and tenses I think i want to feel more so I close and lock the door This sign is universal indeed you know i am in need Your love is devine to know you're all mine You know me, I know you we know just what to do No more do we guess or try to impress Our love is like a dance during *** it's like a trance My senses are reeling i love this feeling i always want more waves crash upon my shore always a gentleman even when its just for fun i love the sound you make right before you start to shake Your taste is intoxicating and leaves me pleading always over too fast even if it could last we couldn't anymore so i unlock the door..
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Attraction
WHAT TO DO.... FORGIVE LIVE LOVE LAUGH PRAY SLEEP PLAY EAT CREATE
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
What To Do....
There was a time it was f! that noise then there was yelling at the boys an alcoholic cacophony we put the fun in dysfunctionality. Only a wish for peace and quiet then it was there and there was you and quiet you could do. I had scars, horrors to tell i needed to cry and scream and yell. A listener you turned out to be. A perfect friend for me. I have talked it through and here are you quiet in your independence but nothing to say hence. I see your horrors now and wish for you to take a turn and talk it through and learn how healing it can be to let it out you see. Please, just talk to me.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Talk To Me
Death blew through today took a thousand souls and went on his way Nothing to give, only to take just left tears flowing in his wake. I saw him on the news gloom my dad says he was ever present in the emergency room opened the door for my nanny she said no it's too soon. Religious quarrels pave his way hard economic times make his day, no prayers or pleas are heard just collecting souls, in the wind like a bird. The storms, wars, and accidents make it necessary to dig holes to take the very young and very old and those that always sell their souls. Yes, death had a long day today so hard to see the sorrow and the young and the old beg and borrow. The widows and the mothers crying and so many dying. It is a fact of life we must go when we are through with the strife a quarter for the ferryman or to take the incarnation of death by the hand either way we cannot stay. Namaste....
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
The Wind of Death
Southside Cinderella Its about a life full of strife and heartache until Jake. I was young and wild wanting a child untamed and strong but, the dream was wrong. The life is changed now, too late for hope now, those dreams can't come true now, too late for me and you now. Now my heart is heavy as a clod, How will love and god, when grief and disappointment prevail put winds back into this sail! I fear I will hear baby laughter then, maybe i will pretend that the jealousy is gone. I will go on, angry, but will you see there is no more baby laughter for me? Just infertility!
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Southside Cinderella
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
BRYAN & DEE FAHRIG
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
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I hurt I think it's loss and disappointment from "Hopes" that were never born, Which leaves me so forlorn. Oh, and I cry almost every day now and I sigh, then he always asks why.... The pain in my heart, Why does it go so deep? the way I weep; I grieve so hard, they say I even call & cry in my sleep. Pictures in my mind of children at play a dream, a hope, never to be. My grandfathers were veterans of war, they say. Agent orange says "one out of four" you see. Uncle Sam says "no compensation" for me, No big family to be all around me. I think I'll give up on me, sometimes.... "Please make it go away!" I say, he can't, and so he turns away. Our future we cannot see, afraid to dream, afraid for me. Going through the motions, trying to do what's right. Tried all the magic potions, but too much DNA's twisted up too tight. Now I'm hurtin and bleedin all of the time! Doctor says its gotta go, this womb of mine. Adenomyosis, got into me, says I'll be fine. But, no more babies! don't you see I was not finished with my family! I dont want to, but I know I gotta go. Now its gone, still PMS-ing Now I'm not healin' right! Its depressing..... 8 weeks now, still not released and the mourning has not eased Anger abounds when i awake but I can't eat, so then I shake. So I just cry, and blessed be, ask God, Jesus and the angels to have mercy on me
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Balanced Translocation (or dream babies)
Far away inside and out Alone in my pain cant scream or shout. Wish I had a person that i could call spill out my heart to anytime at all. So many disappointments too many misses so much loss not enough kisses. Wish there were memories of happy things too not just losses and feeling blue. Tried to do it right make dreams come true just sad memories when i am with you
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Futility