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"krisselle" poems
I was once an old '36 Ford truck driven by a very well loved man who's face lit up so brightly carrying his tackle box of bate n' hooks with his grandchildren by his side, and fishing poles in his hand I loved the sound of their sweet voices when they'd climb onto my back I carried them safely home, along with the salmon held inside their sacks I'm very old and rusty now, but I think of them on summer days as the sun glimmers in the distance on familiar seashore bays, while listening to great grandchildren laughing so happily at play.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
"Any Rusting Metal" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
The song goes on... like a torch you must pass it along to the others you meet on this journey/on the street so they don't feel alone to help them know they're needed that they're strong.. everyone belongs so learn to hum this song... to the sounds all around you'll hear it in the whistle of a train in the drip of the rain... to the drums on the street in the all souls you'll ever meet.. it's found in the rhythm of their heartbeat go on n' sing it now/pass it along it's just a song ... but it will help others to become strong.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
"Passing the Torch" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I have vanished like the wind that circles around a windmill never returning back but going outward pushing birds in flight rising so that I may touch the deep blue sky with my golden wings dipping... to get a better view below I have vanished like the wind that blows white dandelions in the air so that I may be silhouetted by the sun when I am kissed by light I now float with anticipation... seeking a resting place somewhere in the ground planting myself again where I can be loved by the sun and the rain... until another breeze takes me again.... I have vanished like the wind out of sheer necessity from your silence forcing me to move on pushing upward... always now, around the stars and the moon... I have vanished from your silence I am blowing in the wind waiting to be loved again.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
"I Have Vanished" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
The eyes behind the camera reveal truth hidden in the shadows in foreign countries like ****** Alley. A story to be told-- through the camera that I hold... men,  women, and children running for freedom... how their fate was sealed.. because the truth is revealed ... about how they heard the shots the bullets coming/they heard the sound their arms spread out like eagles/as they hit the silent ground one bullet to the heart was their taker that made them meet their maker... Flesh n' blood like you n' me (the shutter release is clicking away/whirring away) capturing the stillness of these souls on this rainy Winter day... Why does freedom have to look this way? With open mouths n' open eyes they've been cheated from their lives. n' the eyes behind the camera choke back tears... in ****** Alley... that a bullet took them away like a souvenir.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
"Eyes Behind the Camera" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
My Gemini man understands everything that I am n' when we are together his touch feels like a magic feather I get chills up n' down my spine cause he whispers words so soft, and kind n' he appreciates what's on my mind... n' he listens to what I say... I appreciate all his ways... I didn't know that love could feel like this... there's no drama / just peaceful bliss Oh, how I love his tender kiss. n' he loves the way I dance n' sway to the music he he gently plays knowing every note inside my soul the riffs are hot ~ like awesome rock n' roll Yeah, My Gemini Man feels like home... n'  I know I'll never feel alone whenever he's around time fly's at the speed of sound So this is the song that I'm sending him... until I'm back in his loving arms, again.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
"My Gemini Man" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
The tiger is strong in character, strong in body strong in mind... they are amazing animals one of a kind. The tiger utilizes complete follow through with each strike with the intention of penetrating and destroying his or, her target. What happens to the Tiger when they get scared? Do they know fear at all when their back gets pushed up against a wall? I know a Tiger... She's a fighter... Her head has been held under water Yet. Still. She remains strong She reminds herself that she's someone's daughter Royal & True These are the attributes of her She has been scarred, and mistreated.. but by no means is she defeated... Her eyes have a speck of gold that flickers in the night... they light up at the sign of danger she uses her keen sense of hearing along with her sight No. A tiger does not know fear. She doesn't weep. She has no tears. She does not fear, does not hesitate, and does not regret. And.. You'll recognize her the moment we've met.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
About A Tiger by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I had a dream I was dreaming.. implying strong aspirations of optimism indicating my wishful thinking that I was a small child blonde, and fair without a care fluent in French along with emotional intelligence ahead of my time in feminine wile I was acting out a play animated in every way drawing a crowd all the grown ups watched smiling at me imagining a bright future at least that's what I dreamed... they could all see... then I turned into a Chimpanzee swinging from tree to tree.
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
"Dreaming" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
It's untitled because I'm still dreaming it up designing their costumes applying their make-up I think one of them should say funny things bringing the audience to their knees Yeah... the ideas are pouring in Okay, I've got it Act I FADE IN: that's where I'll begin You never know what Zoe will say next... she'll be hysterically funny, and very complex (playing my protagonist) bringing bubbles of joy (even to my antagonist) Yeah.. Zoe tends to do funny things not even realizing the laughter she brings because everyone will see themselves in the situational stories she tells... Act II Zoe loses her shoes... she thinks they're magic (it will seem quite tragic) maybe you'll cry and, you won't know why you'll just find it sad to watch a person that's normally so happy, and glad just to be in this world to have emotions that swirl you'll be cheering for her to get back to the way things were before she thought she lost her shoes the ones she thinks are magic (she's gonna have the blues) I'll write a transition here it comes from, Carlos Diaz, he'll be a true friend... (he'll help her transcend) Act III Zoe finds her magic shoes (but she'll have to pay some kind of price, or fee) I'll have her find a key that will make her see... that she can get back to the way things were before she began to swerve thinking life had way too many curves (it seems so unlike her) Yeah, he'll help her get back to the beginning when she found humor in the darkest places even in the eyes, and expressions of the all the strange faces that had been tossed her way... because her imagination was busy at play Yeah.. You'll be so happy for her that she's finally back to the way things were her friend, Carlos Diaz... he'll be the one to remind her of all the joy she can bring (by this point you'll all want to sing) because Zoe can find humor in almost anything.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
"Untitled" (For Carlos Diaz) by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
It's untitled because I'm still dreaming it up designing their costumes applying their make-up I think one of them should say funny things bringing the audience to their knees Yeah... the ideas are pouring in Okay, I've got it Act I FADE IN: that's where I'll begin You never know what Zoe will say next... she'll be hysterically funny, and very complex (playing my protagonist) bringing bubbles of joy (even to my antagonist) Yeah.. Zoe tends to do funny things not even realizing the laughter she brings because everyone will see themselves in the situational stories she tells... Act II Zoe loses her shoes... she thinks they're magic (it will seem quite tragic) maybe you'll cry and, you won't know why you'll just find it sad to watch a person that's normally so happy, and glad just to be in this world to have emotions that swirl you'll be cheering for her to get back to the way things were before she thought she lost her shoes the ones she thinks are magic (she's gonna have the blues) I'll write a transition here it comes from, Carlos Diaz, he'll be a true friend... (he'll help her transcend) Act III Zoe finds her magic shoes (but she'll have to pay some kind of price, or fee) I'll have her find a key that will make her see... that she can get back to the way things were before she began to swerve thinking life had way too many curves (it seems so unlike her) Yeah, he'll help her get back to the beginning when she found humor in the darkest places even in the eyes, and expressions of the all the strange faces that had been tossed her way... because her imagination was busy at play Yeah.. You'll be so happy for her that she's finally back to the way things were her friend, Carlos Diaz... he'll be the one to remind her of all the joy she can bring (by this point you'll all want to sing) because Zoe can find humor in almost anything.
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You enter this mysterious world with trepidation.. and some hesitation but you're the hero of your own story seeking glory there's no turning back now you must accept your fate what will you gather or, learn on your journey this Odyssey of adventures-- while on all of your travels? There will be dragons to slay and, some kind of transformation-- morphing you into a Prince or Princess much to your dismay but you're up for the ride because there's really no place to hide.. You must go on at all cost because you're the hero of your own story you get to write how you win do you go down in flames riddled with sin? There's always a fork in the road for all the seeds you have sewn A rite of passage-- you get to choose... savage. sinner... or, saint.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Hero With A Thousand Faces by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
There's a sailor that I know a type of guy that gives me love Yeah, but then he picks up ~ Yeah, just he just goes... Sailing off to another port that he knows Surprising me each n' every time when he has an extra dime... to have the ***** to up n' call.. as if nothing happened between us ~ at all I'm not some Yo-Yo you can play... whenever you decide you want to stay... So listen carefully to what it is ~ I have to say... "Hey Sailor ~ Hey Sailor Go take your ******** to another store Cause' I'm not buying here --- anymore---!! Oh, Sailor don't you see You can't ever be with me... Yeah-- 'Cause, I've bought a vowel, or two Yeah.. I've gone n' caught a big *** clue--- of the ***** Sailor inside you--- Yeah, go ahead n' sail away You can't ever come back n' stay cause, Sailor -- it's over - Yeah, it's the end You can't treat me like this again.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
"A Sailor" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
-13- I've been reading the diary I kept an entry for everyday I lived each night before I slept. Elton John was my everything cherry lip gloss n' faded jeans winning my first spelling bee my first kiss/his first slap made the boy step on back. Laughy taffy with good friends Bubble Gum/Cracker Jacks First Crush/Late Night (gave my mom a total fright) -14- "Kenny Johnson" Just three words... "Oh, my god!" I'm gonna die.. I'm in love with his blue eyes. Ice Skating/Track Meets hungry all the time First job really bit... worked so hard to be a hit Fast forward... -15- Innocence I want a Prince Tough year/Tons of fear (Does everyone feel this weird?) Football games/Friday nights SNL, and Popcorn Fights Mean Girls show up here I kick their bums to the curb (They don't ever cross this nerd) Summer Camp way out West College Boys are the best! J.D. Salinger made me cry when I read.. "The Catcher In The Rye" -16- No more entries after this... Just these memories of when I was.. just a young girl in search of love. and read a ton of books... I dreamed of being a writer someday (extremely kind with a complex mind) and sporting killer looks.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
"When I Was" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Welcome to your new day where life it seems is nothing more than a string of dreams n' the people you've met upon the stage were sitting inside a little cage and Rod Serling has been directing this whole time (he's been telling you how to say your lines) You've been arguing for a better part because you know it's not the end that counts... you want a choice in where you start... but he's just informed you it's too late you've already chosen to participate you'll have to do the best you can... a dream he's entitled: your life span... now you're kicking and, just screaming he says hold on ...calm down I'll see who I can bring around You're completely sarcastic at this point... "Oh, right. Like you can bring John Lennon, or Elvis to this joint?!" You hear, "they're on another gig..." (so you ask for help from someone really--- big) He kind of laughs, and then he says... "I've been telling you to wake up this whole time... you don't even need to spend a dime it's called free will, man... can't you see? Besides... You've got way more pull to ask than me!"
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
"Welcome To Your New Day" (For Rod Serling) by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Maria.. A quiet little girl with blue eyes and big brown curls she would sit for hours depriving herself of sleep for days imagining characters making up plays In her dreams ... she floated on clouds with angel wings there she heard the sound of violin strings rocking her to sleep each night... where her imagination would take flight.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
"The Imaginary World of Maria" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Watch me fly through the sky high, high, high My back's pushed up against the wall it's do or die, die, die... Sorry haters I've got to fly high, high, high.. I'm not hanging around here I won't drink your cheap beer This girl likes diamonds, and roses... European Yachts made by pro's Yeah, so watch me fly up in the blue sky so high, high, high it's do -- or, die, die, die.. I won't let anyone take me down go ahead if you're dressed like clowns I'll knock you out in one punch Cause, I've been blessed with a vision/Yeah, a hunch that it's my time to fly high, high, high... Cause it's do, or, Baby die---die---die-- Gonna fly high, high, high.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
"Watch Me Fly" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
In the jungle of humanity painted walls of white all of them suffering the same plight strangers sat together exchanging polite glances hoping for a chance to reach for the American Dream one that had somehow slipped through their fingers it seems... wanting to keep their dignity reaching for a life that shines-- Oh, so brilliantly.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
"In The Jungle" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
It was raining on that starry night... Softly leaning in she whispered... "Meet me at midnight" before turning away a million days flew by.... when he remembered her eyes somehow the meeting was missed (they never did kiss) it was a cold starry night in the pouring rain... they were boarding a train catching her hand he spun her around and fell to the ground whispering... "Meet me at midnight
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
"Meet Me At Midnight" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Eye of Horus I face the north Hale the angels I raise the torch A pinch of salt...   A silver moon Dragon's blood .. I sing a tune.. I dance for him, in the room... I love the sin... where I start he begins stretching arms wanting more,   ecstatic charms.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
"Enchantment" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Her children have all grown off to college with great expectations all of their own they're too busy to pick up the phone... so she sits all alone and talks to her cat (that sits on her lap) staring at her with an inquisitive look (as if reading a book) pages of years... stories of tears laughter and pain jumping in puddles in the pouring rain first day of school standing up to bully's that are cruel Halloween lights pajama party nights flying kites Picnics and plays on sunny days Tooth fairy's milestones anniversary's skinned knees bandades sunscreen bee stings Calamine Valentines Art classes guitar lessons Thanksgiving blessings.. (tick-tock/tick-tock) goes the clock on the wall that's witnessed it all... now that she's all alone her children all grown except the purr of her cat who sits on her lap with an inquisitive look as if reading a very good book.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
"Reflections" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Can you hear the call above the fray? You can frighten it away just translate a latin charm this way... "By all the powers of the Earth and Sea" lift my spirit up to thee shine your light into me "By all the might of the Earth and Sun" allow me peace to be at one... I hear the call above the fray refusing to shrink, or run away my transformation has now begun and, thy will for me to be done. Face your fears don't run away... hear the call above the fray Quiet your mind in troubled times when life appears to be unkind know that you are deeply loved from high above and all around it may show up in a simple sound... watch for patterns along with signs they'll show up in serendipitous designs a web an owl a bird a flower... a sound a phrase a star... a gaze a smile... on the face of a friend, reflecting everything the Universe can send.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
"A Call Above the Fray" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
Daddy: I did not know you well/except for the suits you wore they were always well tailored in the color blue would it be okay if I told you how much I miss you...? You always smelled of Black Jack gum I remember running up to you when you came home sometimes you smelled of *** n' I was barely four but I remember uttering the words, "gum-gum" Daddy, I loved you so much... why did you have to leave/why did we lose touch? I loved the letters you used to send when I left for college I thought my life would end... but you wrote humorous lines about long dog your wiener schnitzel pet... you always made up stories about some guy named "Chet" I'm so sorry I didn't get to say goodbye-- I wished and wished... the day I found out you had died... it was a bad joke/a terrible lie... I love you Daddy...if you can hear me up there I hope Tigger n' Lion's are fly'n everywhere just like the stories you told me every night... before you tucked me in bed with my baby bear... n' you brushed my hair... you always said, "Papa loves you... Tiger, you sleep tight... now you just go... n' let your dreams take flight"
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
"For My Father" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I find myself now left in a puddle of tears wondering how as I look out our bedroom window like a bereft widow daydreaming what we could have seen together wishing so hard for what might have been... after year ten But I'm on a new train now... blow'n down the tracks blazing toward my future... I won't look back.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
"New Train" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I am /falling down my dear... Please catch me I am falling down/I am scared can you please wipe away my tears I have never been one to be afraid/I have never been one to know fear I /can't see through all this rain I /can't see through all this mist I/just want your love'n touch I /just want your love'n kiss I/don't understand all this hate (strangers) I /don't know these people n' their hate/to twist my life n' fate I/am so lost  here without you Please paint a rainbow with pinks n' blues... (because) I/am used to bright sunshine I/am used to love that is holy n' divine Yes, I'm used to only love... that my angels send to me above I/am falling n' I/am calling won't you please.. comfort me with all these foreign feelings/with all these foreign fears while you take away all my sadness/while you wipe away my tears.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
"I'm Falling ~ Please Catch Me" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I don't know you anymore you're just an old phone number on my floor don't come knocking on my door cause baby, baby, you had your chance just the other night /when we danced don't think I'm sitting around here wait'n for you like some love sick cowgirl/sing'n the blues.. No, I got news for you, baby n' this is for sure/this ain't no maybe I got my red boots on/n' my tight blue t-shirt... n' I'm out dance'n tonight wear'n your favorite short red skirt you know how I can flirt... n' I've left you in the dust/I've left you in the dirt cause, baby, baby I don't know you anymore you're just an old phone number on my floor I'm out dance'n tonight with some new guy... n' I'm in love with his blue eyes No, I won't be home tonight I think this time I got it right this one holds me close/he holds me tight yeah,  looks like we'll be up all night.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
"I Don't Know You, Anymore" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
FADE IN: V.O. (sultry female voice) I'm that girl.. (you know the one) she strolls into an Advanced Creative Writing class wearing leopard skin boots designer jeans smelling like coconut Swaggering Confidence like she owns the room You feel her energy when her skin brushes up against yours it's so electric and, you're the guy that sits down across from her just wishing she'd look your way (but I don't) my focus is on my professor. He loves that I stare at him occasionally as I take notes and, it makes him blush causing him to turn away nervously as if being caught... "thinking those naughty thoughts" I'm the girl that works really hard but -- everything comes so easily. Yeah, I'm the girl that gets an A+ every time. And -- you just might be the guy that hates me for it.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
"That Girl - A Voice Over" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove
I held the elevator door open for an elderly couple today In their mid 80's I would say... so very cute in so many ways. The man was wearing a red checker hat... and she wore blue eyes like a beautiful cat... I wondered what secrets they could tell me that kept them going so happily. He steadied her gently with his right arm protecting her safely from falling, or harm... guiding her thoughtfully through the door he limped along..his leg looked sore. I stood alone inside my thoughts... pondering their love that can't be bought. (Ding) Went the door I watched them float by a moment that made me let out a sigh... as he wrapped her sweater around her soft shoulders to protect from getting any colder and the two glided down a cobblestone path each one careful not to miss a step... and all the secrets they've ever kept for their kind of love throughout the years and all the tears... they've ever wept.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
"Elevator Couple" by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove