POEMS
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Sometimes I just need to cry…
Sometimes I just need to cry. There’s no one there to share my tears. No one there to see the years. And sometimes I want to laugh, but there is no one there on my behalf. Still looking for that sometimes friend- whose at the beginning and stays til the end. Sitting alone –
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The Man in the Mirror
I didn’t write this poem but it is one that hangs in Rennie’s office. I copied it over in calligraphy and framed it. He carried an old newspaper article with this in it for years and years. He has always been able to see the man in the glass. xo The Man in the Mirror…
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The Music of our Lives
When our harmonies don’t meld and our melodies don’t rhyme is that how we know it’s over, when our song’s out of time? Barbra said “you don’t bring me flowers” and Kenny said “we forget to touch” Does loving me make you sad or has it become too much? Andrew Lloyd had the “Music of…
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Time is a Thief
He used to walk with shoulders strong, he used to walk with shadows long. Now his stride stumbles a bit and his shoulders are bent so. But as you gaze upon him now be assured he still has far to go. Because his heart beats forever strong and his will is still miles and miles…
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Contemplation
I wrote this poem many, many years ago. It was part of an assignment in school where we were studying Emily Dickenson. To say that I found her work dark and impressionable was an understatement. It scared my Dad to death. Oh how I wish to know the comfort of that warm blanket of death.…