My Life In Poetry

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  • The Night Croaker

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    A frog was croaking off in the distance,As I was trying to sleep, it went on with persistence.Whether warding off foes or calling his mate,He grew quite annoying because it was so late. Normally such natural, nocturnal soundsCan be somewhat lulling when it comes from your grounds.But not when you’re just about to doze offAfter…

  • Waiting For Power . . . . . . Poem written by Jolie Kelly

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    My sister wrote this poem and shared it with me, (thank you), and now we would like to share it with you. She also painted the picture to go with it. Very talented and very loved! Painting by Jolie Kelly Darkest nightWindows wide openChildhood memoriesSleeping with the crickets

  • Overcorrection

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    God steers us in the way we should go,But we sometimes overcorrect and crash. God tells us to slow down and obey the signs,But we often end up with speeding tickets when we don’t listen to the “suggestions”. God provides us with seatbelts of safety,But we sometimes believe we will be all right without putting…

  • Cause and A/Effect

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    What causes us to have a change of heart?What causes us to be set apart?What causes us to want to grow?What does it take for our love to show? What effects take place when we forgive?What affects the way we choose to live?What effects take place when we strive to learn?What affects the way we…

  • Hai-Kudos: Salk and Sabin

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    Children’s championsA paralyzing frailnessEradicated

  • Hai-Kudos: Amelia

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    Record breaking aimHer avid heart in the air.Tragic loss in flight

  • Hai-choo

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    Morning ritualViolent spasms burst outsurging from within.

  • Wishing Your Life Away

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    When I was little, I was always wishing for future events to hurry up and arrive. My Dad would always shake his head and say, “Your wishing your life away”. I often don’t overly look forwards to things anymore.And before you say how sad, listen.We get so caught up in future plans that might change,When…

  • Thank You For Your Service

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    Thank you for your service,Seems so inadequate to say,For all that you had gone throughAnd for the work you did each day. Thank you for your service.You deserve our utmost respect,For you were doing heroic feats,While at home, we safely slept. Thank you for your service,For doing what we could not,For your sacrifice in violent…

  • Creative Interruptions

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    Late at night when I’m ready to relax,I put down my phone, so I’m not side-tracked.I sit down to stream my favorite show,But soon my mind is on the goOf ideas for poems that I could write.Coming up with the rest sometimes takes all night.And just when I hit the remote to continue,Another rhyme occurs…

  • Find It!

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    Photo by kylie De Guia on Unsplash Quote added by Jeannie Johnson Some people find therapy in their kitchen while baking.Some people find it on a hike they are taking. Others may find it while gardening in soils.Still others may find it on the canvas with oils. Some people find it while reading a book,far…

  • How You Look At It

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    They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat,But why the heck would you want to do that? They say the early bird catches the worm,But the poor early wiggler may have a short term. They say don’t count your chickens before they hatch,But what if you wanted breakfast as your morning catch.…

  • What Do Animals Do For Fun?

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    What do animals do for fun?They don’t pretend or play ball in the sun.They don’t do puzzles or play video games.They don’t knock down toy, ten pin frames.They don’t have the Internet or books to read.They don’t ride bikes or race toy cars for speed. What do animals do for fun I ask ya?They silently…

  • Without

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    Without tiny steps, large mountains are never climbed.Without preparation, plans are never well timed. Without practice, pursuits are never perfected.Without investigation, truths are never detected. Without participation, goals are left undone.Without cultivation, growth can’t find the sun. Without ideas, problems are never solved.Without forgiveness, hate is never dissolved. Without peace of mind, we are never…

  • Keep Humble Starts Growing

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    Great things often start from humble beginnings.You may not see its end or collect all its winnings. A mighty oak starts from one humble seed.Saving the world starts from one noble deed. One family’s fortune starts with one lonely laith.One Nation’s providence starts with one act of faith. A brilliant idea starts from one tiny…

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Red Refinement

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    Water falls to cleanse.Scrub away all of my sins.A new life begins.

  • History or Mystery: Let’s Leave it Be

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    In response to the Titan submersible expedition which imploded on June 18th, 2023, while exploring the remains of the Titanic, killing all on board. Whatever treasure lies deep under the seaBelongs to the fishes now, let’s leave it be. Let’s not visit the deep simply like it’s a museum,Things buried so deep, we might never…

  • Tragedy (Be Careful What You Say)

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    The sinking of the Titanic: April, 15th, 1912 They said that you would never fail at sea.But, down you sank into the depths of night.So confident, you sailed majestically,Till humble too late, you gave up the fight. But down you sank into the depths of night,Taking with you many innocent lives,Till humble too late, you…

  • Quit Quitting?

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    Quit Quitting doesn’t have a standard definition. It loosely means doing only what’s required of you at work without going the extra mile. If everyone put in and went that extra mile, just think how much further along on the journey of life humanity would be.

  • Do

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    Do take what you think undeserving with a thankful heart. Do give beyond what you think capable with a graceful spirit.

  • Don’t

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    Don’t take more than you earn.Don’t accept less than you deserve.

  • Obsession with Poe

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    Edgar Allen Poe, man of tragedy,Sadness from childhood to maturity.A life imitated by gripping art;A soul who comes up with The Tell Tale HeartAnd My Beautiful Annabellee. A cat all black and full of mystery,Whimsical, light-hearted, and fancy free,With sharp claws that scratch and tear things apart,With such personality, it would confound Descartes.Edgar Allen Poe…

  • By Journey’s End

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    The journey starts at a tender young ageChanging and progressing with each new stage.Not exactly knowing the way I must go,But knowing each mile will only help me to grow. And though sometimes scary, different than planned,I must change though, I may not understand,Just where this journey is leading me to,But I know it’s something…

  • Thankful and Content

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    I have food in my bellyAnd a roof over my head.I’m not quite healthy,But, I’m not quite dead. When my feet are sore,I love it all the more,Cause I could not evenFeel my feet before. When I feel an acheOr a sharp or dull pain,I know I’m still alive,So I can’t complain. I have friends…

  • Peace of Mind

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    Take nothing for granted,Be humble and kind,Be grateful and helpful,And you’ll have peace of mind.

  • My Life

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    My life is a rollercoaster,And God is the railing that keeps me on track.

  • What comes out of your Mouth When everything Goes South

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    (A True Story) Following a large truck one dayAs I was going to a meeting,To claim a minor accident,The sun was hotly beating. The car late last night, I didn’t seeAs it flew around a corner.I pulled out in time to hit his back.The man was such a scorner. “I’m very late for my party,”…

  • This, Not That

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    Teach, not scold.Stand, not fold. Laugh, not taunt.Help, not haunt. Worry, not hover.Love, not smother. Preach, not condemn.Strengthen, not hem. Share, not hoard.Humble, not lord. Protect, not control.Forgive, not parole. Persuade, not bully.Indulge, not fully. Lift, not deflate.Love, not hate.

  • Not By Extremes

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    How was your day?How do you feel?If you don’t want to tell me,It’s no big deal. I’ve been better;I’ve been worse.I don’t want to rave,But, I don’t need to curse! How have you been?How is it going?I’m only asking,For I’ve no way of knowing. I’ve been up;I’ve been down.Not donning a smile,But, not wearing a…

  • Marriage

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    Marriage is like a house.It needs to be built on a solid, sturdy foundation.It needs repairs every now and again.And it needs to be thought of from the beginning as your forever home!

  • A Not So Practical Joke

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    This was written in a time when teenagers did not have cell phones glued to their hips, in a time when most households only had one phone and it was placed either in the kitchen or in the entry hall, maybe beside the coat closet in which I picture little Lizzy whispering in the dark.…

  • Pro Right/Pro Choice Series

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    This is my series about four different situations in which a choice is made and everyone involved is affected. Everyone’s situation is different and personal to them, and only they can decide and live with those decisions which is never easy. I wrote the first one as a teenager and the others followed as I…

  • Window of Life

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    I looked out the window,The window of life,Only to findDestruction and strife. I looked to the leftAnd what did I see?People all laughing,Laughing at me. I looked to the rightAnd what did I find?Uncaring sinners,Sinners, all kinds. But I looked toward Heaven,Happy to seeJesus, my LordSmiling at me!

  • Venting

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    A Metaphor I want meat, not brothTo feel like some wasteful sloth;To taste the grizzle of each new day,Gnashing between my teeth.I want the spice of life to take,Not just the crumbs thrown down to meOn the cold, hard floor.I’m tired of taking the scrapsThat happen to fall at my feet,But, can’t yet grasp the…

  • Accomplishment Starts with You

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    Edgar GuestDescribed it best.It’s up to youTo do the thingsYou want to do.To be the bestWith the thingsYou quest. No one will tell youHow it’s done.It’s up to youTo be number one. So, if appraisal is what you hear,Be very thankful and share some cheer!But, if rejection is in the end,Be pleasant, be firm, and…

  • Growing Independence

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    {Written as a young teenager} When you’re young you need tender careAnd someone who will always be there,To hold your hand on the first day of school,To help you not fear that gigantic pool.They’re always there for you, to decideWhich ways are best, what’s safe to ride. And then one day, when dating starts,And you’re…

  • How To Be Me

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    How different the day would beIf my legs were not wheels,Stepping on people’s toes insteadOf running into heels. How easier the day would beTo walk instead of roll,Doing things that everyone canDo to fulfill the soul. How cleaner my whole world would beIf dirt I did not track,Keeping things from becoming soiled,That’s something I do…

  • When the Day Changes

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    How lovely is a summer’s dayWhen nothing seems amiss,When clouds are white and blossoms bloomAs if in a sun drenched kiss. But, what if something happensAnd makes you feel all wrong?The day seems long and dreary,The birds, they lose their song. What can you do to rememberHow bright the day did start?Cry a little, find…

  • What Makes a Wonderful Day

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    What makes a wonderful day?When the sun is outAnd the children can play,When there’s a nice cool breeze,And the air smells sweet,And a clear blue skyIs a wonderful treat,With a mountain near,When the weather is nice,To go camping here,When the wind is rustlingThrough the trees,And there’s a sweet smell of honeyMade by nearby bees.That’s what…

  • Greater If left Unbridled

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    It’s hard to take off the training wheelsWhen they’ve been supporting the bike for so long.It’s hard to see the bike wobble and sway,Hoping nothing goes terribly wrong. But if the training wheels never come off,The bike will never truly be free,To swerve and glide, skid and ride,Just how it was meant to be. Even…

  • Each Day

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    Each day I wake.Each day I sleep. Each day I laugh.Each day I weep. Each day I hate.Each day I love. Each day I sink,Then rise above. Each day I hurt.Each day I heal. Each day I give.Each day I steal. Each day I teach.Each day I learn. Each day I wait,To take my turn.…

  • Life Cycle

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    First we lay, and then we sit.Next we crawl, nothing we omit.Then we stand straight and tallAnd then we run without a fall. We learn to skate and then to ski,Lucky to get by with just a scrapped knee.This day and age, now we can fly.And off we go into the night sky. And, then…