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willowmena-wren
I started reading books at age 4 and as soon as I learned how to write the alphabet, I've been writing. I've advocated for others through the written word, composed business documents and legal briefs, have started many cookbooks and am currently semi-working on a few books. I worked previously in business, entertainment law, had my own on-line business/store and I love the dictionary! I love writing in all of it's forms - save tax documents, lol! Just kidding - I just love words....
Oleander Melanie S. Moorman, 2/3/15 Such beautiful pain Such largeness and gain Hardened by walls Built up time & time again White scented petals Fill the air - so smooth Fragrantly wafting - Singing to the Moon Lovelorn and tired She's dressed but uninspired Her mood changes But her song is the same Will you come out tonight? He says with a longing Will you put on that dress? A place your body belongs in She smiles seductively He knows what that means His desire shall be curbed By a meandering dream Playfully she calls But he hears - not too well Lost in his fears Where his love for her dwells.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Oleander
In lover's lusts we sit within I with my ***** and you with your gin We planned to sail around the world You wanted a boy, I - a girl Somewhere, somehow - we lost our way Or perhaps, I was just scared of my feelings For I had never met one who could Make my heart beat so wildly Or cause me to lose my words... After all, I am a writer - no, poet But a writer - yes Words are my milieu but with you With you - I lose my ability to express What I feel and so I acquiesce To something silly, ridiculous, really Knowing all the while you were the Love of my Life. I wanted you for my husband I think you wanted me to be your wife.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Untitled
Standing on the Precipice of Time.... Watching the birds fall from the sky... Life is getting lifeless... listless, unruly And who or what is killing the bees? Flowers that have lost their fragrance... Words that have double meanings - Life is filled with uncertainty - surely. I observe the mountains as they melt Into the ****** sea Fish are floating - not swimming Animals disappearing while lifeless, lonely trees Seem to glare at the sun Begging for air - no oxygen to spare What has happened to this paradise of ours? Did we fall asleep and slumber too much While wasting the hours? Did we think it would last forever While we tended it not... Consuming, consuming - eating & drinking Leaving it all in a pile to rot
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Our Disappearing World ©2015, Willowmena Wren
Woe unto you ole foolish man You have stepped on my dignity You've ruined my plans. The sun comes out And you walk about But you never really go anywhere I met you on that dating site The one whose name is not quite right You were lonely, in despair I thought you might be interesting Thought you might have a good story How wrong I was, and now I'm sorry Incontinuity - a specialty of yours Is actually continuous and causes our wars A truce! You say, without reservation I stare into space and sit with a blank face Weary of this space and tired of this race I resign to resign from this without hesitation Woe unto you ole foolish man You have stepped on my dignity You've ruined my plans.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Idiot of Dante
Follow me down to the water's edge Sharpness and hardness softens there For a heart that is hollow Filled with a life full of sorrow Needs to release its wanton despair. Follow me down to the river's end And trust no one on your way there I'm looking to touch the sun I'm searching for a little fun Time to live life without a care. Follow me over to the creek with rocks Skip, hop, jump - wear your nicest frock I promise I won't look - should you disrobe 'Cause I know truth bare naked, doesn't need clothes Let us move on like the ticking of the clock Hurry up and swim with me before the tide rolls in Let us linger in the ocean and release what's never been Having said all that our hearts wish to bear As we lie beneath a moonlit sky, trembling, scared Let us remember these moments and the love within.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC
Lyceum © 2014 Willowmena Wren, 11/22/14
Coco is sitting on my lap as she adamant about that When she is sweet, she is saccharin With black, velvet fur over her perfectly shaped head The one with the bat-shaped ears - She even looks like Batman from behind Armani, he doesn't like his name very much For if he did, he'd come more when he is called. I'm not sure I really like it for him either. He is truly a pygmy lion and his demeanor is his roar He let me hold him earlier - but jealous Coco had to interfere They are both beautiful - in the stereotypical cat way Individual in their personalities though Unique in their expressions of themselves as frisky felines They demand attention  - especially when they have something "important" to say They will tear up the apartment in one fell swoop And I refer to their claws as weapons of mass destruction Seems their claws provide them a means of revenge A means of recreation as well as means of diffusing stress Cats stress?  Oh, my but yes!   Don't be tardy with the food and certainly, Don't be ***** when they've pood If so, you will know their wrath as described above Cleaning up another mess can cause YOU some great distress Which will all melt away as they purr at your caress I don't think that I've found a more rewarding position Than caring for a cat, despite their disposition Of Mice and Men, though a great, great tale Has nothing on Coco and Armani or their magnificent tails I acquiesce that I am their guest and so, will behave in part To give love and affection, some discipline or direction To know just how I will behave This is "how you train your human" The way of the master, the feline brigade!
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
UNTITLED, Willowmena Wren SUNDAY, OCTOBER 26, 2014
Coco is sitting on my lap as she adamant about that When she is sweet, she is saccharin With black, velvet fur over her perfectly shaped head The one with the bat-shaped ears - She even looks like Batman from behind Armani, he doesn't like his name very much For if he did, he'd come more when he is called. I'm not sure I really like it for him either. He is truly a pygmy lion and his demeanor is his roar He let me hold him earlier - but jealous Coco had to interfere They are both beautiful - in the stereotypical cat way Individual in their personalities though Unique in their expressions of themselves as frisky felines They demand attention  - especially when they have something "important" to say They will tear up the apartment in one fell swoop And I refer to their claws as weapons of mass destruction Seems their claws provide them a means of revenge A means of recreation as well as means of diffusing stress Cats stress?  Oh, my but yes!   Don't be tardy with the food and certainly, Don't be ***** when they've pood If so, you will know their wrath as described above Cleaning up another mess can cause YOU some great distress Which will all melt away as they purr at your caress I don't think that I've found a more rewarding position Than caring for a cat, despite their disposition Of Mice and Men, though a great, great tale Has nothing on Coco and Armani or their magnificent tails I acquiesce that I am their guest and so, will behave in part To give love and affection, some discipline or direction To know just how I will behave This is "how you train your human" The way of the master, the feline brigade!
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Can anybody tell me what is Right with this world? Even those in church refuse to budge or curse The evil that is inside - man, woman, boy, girl I for one, attest That sin is at my breast As I abandon my shame to a wicked, nasty tongue Still I would never judge Should plagues beckon at my door While windows open - close no more I've never gossipped in such a way That threatens to destroy all a person's trust Seemingly in righteousness, your barb has now been ****** Onto the canvas that was my soul Now shattered, as if it never mattered In twisted torment, in the name of your holy robe.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD... BUT MAN DID NOT Willowmena Wren, 11/21/14
ECLIPSE © Willowmena Wren©, 9/1/14 Don't let them sway you - you must stay true Don't let them consume you - you must not be confused Don't let them make a case for something you know is not real Don't let them come between us or our fates you will seal We are but stars in a dark, blue night Our brightness blinds the wicked one's sight We have love between us - as it's been through the years We have warmth and sunshine to calm all our fears Envious people regret nothing they do They squish and they squall about others' as they muse Grievous people stirring up angry words They twist and they howl, scaring even the birds No one can alter our fates as they do But we can eclipse them - yes, me and you!
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Eclipse