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John F McCullagh Dec 2011
At barely five feet with a heel
and being decidedly round
Lori didn’t turn many heads
But she turned my life around.

Forty years, has it been
since we were both seventeen?
I remember it a difficult year
Like all the ones in between.

Cherry cokes at the Blue Bay diner
she worked on the school paper with me
She rolled up her skirt like the others
to show off her Catholic girl knees.

With Greg as her steady companion
she was the heart of our group.
They provided a fair bit of drama
and the happiest days of my youth.

For I was an ungainly kid,
nonathletic, inclined to be round.
It was Lori who drew our social circle
big enough to include me in bounds.

We always were friends, never lovers,
never shared one passionate kiss.
She taught me that mercy trumps justice
She made Circles just like God makes his.

At barely five feet with a heel
and being decidedly round
Her face had the smile of an angel
such beauty is rare to be found.
Poets spend a lot of ink describing female beauty. My poem is about a very average ordinary looking girl who believed that mine was a soul worth saving. That is true beauty in my book, a beauty that time has not faded.
John F McCullagh Apr 2013
At five foot two in her heels
and being decidedly round
Lori didn't turn many masculine heads
Yet she turned one poor boy's life around.

Forty or more years its been
since we were both seventeen.
I recall it as a difficult year,
Like so many others between.

Cherry cokes at the Blue Bay diner-
She worked on the paper with me.
She rolled up her skirt like the others
to show off her catholic girl knees.

With Greg as her steady companion
she was the heart of our group.
They provided a fair bit of drama
in the happiest days of my youth.

For I was an ungainly kid,
nonathletic, built close to the ground.
It was Lori who made social circles
large enough to include me in bounds

We always were friends, never lovers,
never shared one passionate kiss
She taught me that mercy trumps justice
She made circles just like God must  make his.

Let other Bards praise the great beauties
They're easy to spot in this town.
My muse was a girl short and homely.
Such  a beauty is rare to be found.
A re write of Circles, an early poem of mine
Anya Oct 2018
I admire her
for her amazing passion
of the sport
keeping her playing
despite
being the only junior on JV
all the others
quit
when they didn't make
varsity
her asthma
a constant issue

I admire her
for being the slowest
yet,
continuing to play
multiple
running sports
Always struggling
always coming dead last
never getting played
yet sticking to the game

These couple people
and more
keep playing
because,
they love the sport
they need exercise
some other reason

I was one of them
...
nonathletic
...
Five years of basket ball
scoring my first goal
in my fifth year
...
So what did I do?
I didn't work hard at getting better
I didn't outright give up sports,
either

...
...
...
I,
became a
goalie
;)
That at the end is supposed to be a sideways wink by the way, in case you didn't get that.

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