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would have been unbearable
but for
our beliefs and assumptions!
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Marian
I sat down with you
In the coolness of the night air
Watching you sip Dr. Pepper
After a long day's work
I listened to the sounds of summer
Watched a few stars twinkling
In the jet colored sky
We were happily chit-chatting
About this and that
We were all together
Just us three
Oh, those summer evenings
Gone forever
Only shadows remain
Touching my heart

**~Marian~
For my dad & mom, Timothy & Hilda!!! ~~~~~<3
I wish I could be a better daughter to you...
I am sure that there're over a million ways
I could be much better than I am!!! ~~~~<3
Hope you enjoy this poem!!! :) ~~~~~<3
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Hilda
Sweet gentle daughter of dreaming blue eyes
Reflecting visions from some distant sphere;
Untainted by nightmares of icy fear,
Nor saddened yet by fate's mocking disguise.
Unopened book of fickle tomorrow,
Not certain of how future may unfold,
With hours of lead or hours of molten gold;
Unenlightened yet by unknown sorrow.
Sands rush through the hourglass of wasted years,
While breaking our young hearts with shattered dreams.
The clock of life wrings disappointed tears,
Unhampered by our plans and clever schemes.
Beware grim reaper swinging ***** blade
Who mocks thee as childhood days slowly fade.

**~Hilda~
© Hilda September 20, 2014 4:48 PM
Dedicated to my dear daughter Marian.
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Ann M Johnson
My remedy for a tough day is eating some chocolate
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Ann M Johnson
River
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Ann M Johnson
I go to the River when I have a tough day
I visualize my cares flowing away
I watch the birds soar overhead
I long to soar and feel free
Perhaps I will dream of flying while sleeping in my bed
I go to the River when things are Okay
It is a good way to spend a day
I go to the river when tired and dreary
I find it to be beautiful and cheery
I go to the river to feel renewed and restored
I go to the river and feel a connection to My Lord
I go to the river for these reasons and many more
I hope you can go to the river too
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Mike Hauser
There once was a man who quickly became loved
And treasured in this land
He seemed to have it all looks, brains, and women
All in the palm of his hand

No matter what he did he achieved
Blessings seemed to over flow
But from where he came and what was his game
Not a soul seemed to know

He helped the towns to prosper
Gave to charities and was adored
He quickly climbed the social and political ladders
So it didn't seem to matter where he had been before

Until that one day where everything changed

The changes at first were very subtle
Like lines of age upon the face
As he started grasping at straw this man of the world
In his laying it all to waste

One day a woman slipped through his door,
the straw that broke the camels back
As she disappeared, rumors grew and whispered
with each and every passing day
Stripping away the peoples trust much like eroding soil
His world that day started crumbling and exploding all around

This man of mystery, this man of burning straw
Would soon succumb to the pleasures in shame
Below his line of character and above it all
Lies burn away held to close to life's flame

The people learned a valuable lesson
When trusting mere man he can let you down
The man who once made them all smile
Now has left them with a frown
As he now crumbles and falls down
Like wasted straw scattered on the ground
This man of straw, this Straw Man
This was Ann's amazing idea and I thank her for inviting me along for the ride! For those that are missing out and have not experienced her writings I encourage you to do so...you'll quickly see her wonderful heart.
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Ann M Johnson
It plays again filling me with dread
it's melody plays like a jackhammer in my head
I just want to run and get away from
that annoying song
Worse yet it seems to play everywhere I go
that annoying song
The lyrics make me feel sick
I want to throw a brick at
that annoying song
After hearing it all day, it plays through my mind
like an uninvited pest
it is disturbing my rest
that annoying song
It plays through my mind as I lay in my bed
I can not seem to get it out of my head
I  can not seem to control my feet that tap to the beat of
that annoying song
I love music, but there are a few songs that are annoying to me.
 Oct 2014 fifi S
Ann M Johnson
They called him The Ghost
He seemed to move practically undetected
Except for the destruction in his wake
Which made the people quake with fear
Whenever they thought he might be near  
The people close to the victims shed many a tear
  The authorities even shuddered and stuttered
  When addressing and dealing with the crimes
   Perpetrated by the infamous one referred to
   Only as The Ghost
This is my early Halloween contribution, perhaps I read too many mystery or suspenseful stories in my life time,
Oh well,I hope you like it anyway.
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