My Life In Poetry

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Category: Family

  • Time Spent At Grandma’s House

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    Old fashioned SingerMiniature seesaw for oneCherished childhood fun

  • 4th

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    Many Americans like to shoot up the sky,Even a week before the 4th of July! Many Americans like to hear the loud booms,Even if it shakes all the walls in the rooms. Many Americans like to fire up their new grills,Even if they don’t possess any skills. Many Americans like a dog to eat and…

  • Falling Rock

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    Riding through the mountainsWhen I was but a small child,Watching all the sites go by,My eyes would become beguiled. I loved the tall green forest,The dark tunnels we rode through,The Smokey Mountain skies of mistThe sparkling streams of crystal blue. But one sign always bothered me,Watch Out For Falling Rock it read.So, I vigilantly stayed…

  • Sedgwick Pie

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    No matter what you believe to be right,One man had the faith and the foresightTo encircle his family’s graves facing each other,So on Judgement Day, he could again greet his brother.Instead of facing east towards the sun,They were all laid to rest facing loved ones.Concentric circles as each family member did enter,Their toes all pointed…

  • Sick Vs. Well

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    The difference between being the one who is sick versus being the one who is well. I’d rather be the one that’s sick Then be the one that’s well. If I die, I go up to Heaven. If you die, the Earth becomes my Hell. Being separated from the ones we love, that’s the greatest…

  • How Many Times

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    How many times mustAnd elephant sneezeBefore he falls downOn his elephant knees. How many times mustA hyena laughBefore he splits his sidesIn hyena halves. How many times mustA gorilla playThe drums on his chestBefore you’ll run away. How many times mustA kitty cat lapUp all his milkBefore his kitty cat nap. How many times mustA…

  • Valentine’s Day For All

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    Valentine’s Day isn’t just for thoseWho expect a kiss or a red, red rose.It can be just a day for you to shareWith family and friends, to show you care.A hug, a visit, or a quick helloAre just some of the ways your love can show.So don’t be discouraged if you’ve no one to kissOn…

  • Things to Tell Her

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    I will tell my little girlAll the rights and wrongs.I will laugh and play with her,And sing her little songs. I will tell my little girlHow happy she will be,When a man falls in love with herJust like her father did with me.

  • No Hesitations In keeping Relations

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    If you feel the urge to give someone a call,Don’t hold back, don’t even stall! You may brighten their day; they may tell you to go,But if you don’t try, you will never know. And you may never know how your call was received.How you called just the right moment to fill a great need.…

  • The Watch

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    -Dedicated to Uncle Frank, the watchmaker, with love. –Died January 6, 1990 The seconds tick by slowly.The minutes seem like years.But, the hours go so quickly,Wearing on the gears. The face is very simple.The hands, they never cease.The watch serves its purpose,Each and every piece. The band, though warn and rough,Keeps the heart in its…