Category Archives: poem

Look at Me

Posted on July 13, 2019 by

 I am a bear. But am I really? My identity is caught mid-stream. Can you help me out? When you look into my eyes what do you see? Do you see you or do you see me? No longer a … Continue reading →

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An ACOA’s Confession

Posted on July 12, 2019 by

This old violin has lost some of her strings and like many an ACOA* she’s filled to the brim with lizards, and things but mainly her stuffing is jello. When I awoke in the night and turned on the light … Continue reading →

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Old-Fashioned Politicking

Posted on March 1, 2019 by

THE POET FOR COUNCILMAN To The Voters of the Town of Martinsville Two years ago as you know well The Ticket bore my name And if you scratched it off or not I thanked you just the same Again I … Continue reading →

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New Roommate, Reblogged Poem Fragment by lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

Posted on November 17, 2018 by

Originally posted on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown:
New Roommate, Chapter 2 I have the need to be alone, to hide away, sequester, but my roommate never leaves the room! She’s somewhat of a nester. She seems to…

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A Poem Can Be About Anything

Posted on November 10, 2018 by

     A Poem Can Be About Anything What shall I share today of me; the shades that sleep under my tree? The wild dogs of the night who drool, or getting an A while yet in school?   Poems mirror … Continue reading →

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I Embrace- A Poem

Posted on October 15, 2018 by

I embrace the green mountain bosoms of the Great Smokies and the calming silence of the lake early mornings, quiet save the splash of a fish in the rising mist, reassuring that after all is said and done, there was … Continue reading →

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ADVICE

Posted on April 29, 2018 by

Dwell not on finding Truth my friend for it shall drive you mad. The eyes that spy the way things are will only leave you sad.   Bedlam is filled with clear-eyed folk whose blinders were shorn away. Unalloyed truth … Continue reading →

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