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It has been 12 yrs that you have been my son, alot of smiles and days of unending fun. It seems like yeasterday you was my shadow that followed where ever I seemed to go, my little boy could always make me smile, he was my strength when I was weak and my partner forever this I know. Months grew to years and I charished each one but now the laughfter has been replaced with silence and the eyes that once held joy is now filled with tears. The little hands that once reached to me with kindness and always ready to play, now seems so distant and keeps pushing me away. I miss what use to be. Never will I forget the little soft voice that said mommy,,,,,,,,,,  come play with me.                         ( Thanks to a Divorce)
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Vagodende
A boy and a girl met in distant wood.
The boy read to her poetry as best as he could.
She blushed and she curtsied to ease his nerves,
for his youth and his passions were no less than hers.

They roamed amidst the moss hanging down from the Oak
and hand on her *****, My Lady, she spoke:
"Dear boy now take easy my kiss on thy cheek,
for never I'd thought you'd make me feel so weak."

       "My Lady sweet, I kiss your feet
        for never I'd thought I'd an Angel meet."

The boy now more a man took his girl in his arms,
and knew she'd succumbed to his love, not his charms.
They walked towards the house leaving not one alone;
her father awaited, for her to be home.

He asked for her hand, may they soon become one;
One Hand and One Heart until all was done.
The father smiled kindly, "My son, she is yours.
Take care for my daughter, my bright Morning Star."

       "My Lady sweet, I kiss your feet
        for never I'd thought I'd an Angel meet."

The time came for a wedding 'midst springtime flowers,
And people gathered candy with toys 'neath the boughs.
He looked and saw his lady with bridal throng
and imagined, and remembered his midnight song.

       "My Lady sweet, I kiss your feet
        for never I'd thought I'd an Angel keep."

She hovered near the altar with peony flowers
and looked up through a white veil for what seemed hours.
The pastor with his bible said five sweet words,
and lovers, now angels flew up with the birds.



Long after laid an angel; stood all her kin round,
for later that day she would be underground.
her husband, her lover, felt something was wrong;
she could not go to sleep without hearing her song:

       "My Lady sweet, I kiss your feet
        for never I'd thought I'd an Angel meet.
        My Lady sweet, O cease to weep;
        for though you now sleep in my heart, you, I'll keep."
Pop, pop,
Sigh a bit,
Think.

Pop, ponder -
Sip tea.

Pop, pop,
Pop some more -

Doesn't take much,
To amuse me.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Luna Grey
Today I went to a hundred funerals
Today I wept a thousand times
I saw a million faces
All ready with their lines

Today I waited through
Ten thousand people
Claiming
To have known you

Today I lit a hundred candles
I wished a hundred wishes
I thought a thousand times if
Only I were the one
Sleeping with the fishes

Today I wore a hundred dresses
Some with lace
Or ribbons on the back
But I never noticed the design
'Cause all of them were black

Today I followed a hundred processions
Leading steady past a thousand graves
And a thousand grieving faces
Looked up to meet my eyes
As if to say “I know you”
And I know the pain that you have faced




Today I walked for miles and miles
In a procession that sometimes
Had horses and sometimes
Had shiny cars
And I walked in front to lead them on
Or I walked in back so nobody could see too closely
The decisions racing through my head
Should I stand?
Should I leave
Should I wail in agony into the sky
Or just burst out into hysterical laughter

And today
A hundred times
I finally rose to speak
As I always knew I would
At a hundred different podiums
In a hundred different dresses
In two hundred different shoes
To a thousand different people
Sometimes a small intimate gathering
Sometimes a haunted silent crowd reaching as far
As the eye can see
Past headstones
And tombstones
And flowers with their grieving faces
I looked out across this a hundred times
And yet I never knew just what to say
I burst into to tears
Or fits of fury
I stood silently hoping
That I’d never need to know what to say
Except maybe one day
But far in the future
After our dreams are reached
And our goals are achieved
And we are proud of who we are

Not sitting and waiting
For the test results to come back
As in my head strolls a party
All dressed in black

Today I went to a hundred funerals
I sang a hundred songs, true
Today I went to a hundred funerals
Every one of them for you
 Jul 2011 Annabel
JPF Goodman
Poor little goldfish, stuck in a bowl
While others wander freely all around the world
Hear a tap tapping on the glass, see the big smiling face
Of another miscomprehending member of the human race
Head down little fellow, swim on
Never getting further than where you first begun
As the water grows more murky
And fungus patches spoil the orange of your skin
Dream of all the places you will never see
Swim after prizes you know you’ll never win
Until your race is done
Your tiny tattered body scooped up and flushed away
Perhaps to join the great sea at last
And finally feel the brightness of a sunny day.
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Katrina Wendt
You
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Katrina Wendt
You
You
I can't ever describe quite right
I don't know that words do you justice
Or perhaps I need an expanded vocabulary

You
The subject of my day dreams
I have quite the imagination
And we're the stars of everything

You
Are strong at heart
Would be there if I needed you
Are beautiful inside and out

You
I can trust with me
Still to find out
If I can trust you with my heart

You
Are an amazing kisser
And I just want to be with you
But I have to learn to be apart

You
Aren't perfect
Because that doesn't exist
But I think you could be perfect for me

You
Could find someone else
That scares me
Because I want to be yours

You
Make me freeze
And not know what to say
When I see you

You
Let me be me
Which I'm thankful for
Because I need that

You
I could go on and on about
And I have, but to save my sanity,
This is all for now.
2010
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Marion Forrest
I need to ask a question
To all you guys out there
For years this has been bugging me
And drives me to despair.  
  
Men seem afraid to speak to me
Though I’ve met them one time before
They make me feel like I’ve grown two heads
I don’t understand and I’m really unsure!

They laugh and smile with everyone else
And shy away in my direction
But as they pass, they discreetly smile
And that’s from my own detection.

I’m really confused and I don’t appreciate
When men speak to me, they look to the floor
Especially when they converse to others
Eye contact is given for sure!

I merely step back into the background
As I don’t seek too much attention
Why do men throw me a smile?
But at the same time convey me rejection.

A conversation, to be treated the same
Is all I’ve ever asked for
But as they engage on eye contact with me
Men throw me away and ignore!

I try to rewind the scenario
To see where I went wrong
I’m not a flirt but it really does hurt
When men can’t speak to me for long.

Do you think that you can enlighten me?
To why men treat me this way
I truly do not understand
And I invite you to have your say!
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