Pieces here are for or about women in particular. My mother was my inspiration in more ways than I can think up...It seems that as I get older, I find more and more reasons why deserve to honor. Thank you women of the world...
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Looking in her face it was plain to me / I didn’t have to be a master to recognize agony / / Swirling winds wisp and float adrift / Through echoes of memories, she tries to sift / / Ho17 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 24 8:28 PM 2007
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Rickety-crickety words / Of unknown origin / Speculation stirs the brain / Into a dictionary frenzy / Where did you come from / O’ alien-word? / Because I don’t know you / / Is offending the ear like offendi
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Imagine a nestled, tiny dimpled lump—glued in place / A dark, melodious, warmth-filled space / Having arrived and thrived there—after winning a race / A vacancy just for thee / Or—one or two (maybe three?) / / Wi
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Breath slow and deep / Let it calmly seep into your soul / …Serene silhouettes succumbing / To a sensational grandeur: the sunrise so / Full of surprise / Crisp and calling, the wispy winds are w
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Her brain was reeling
She sprung from the floor!15 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 9 1:32 PM 2007 -
Can you carry tears in your pocket? Or your heart in a locket?
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Like it or not, I won’t call you THINKER
I named you Biff -
Looking in her face it was plain to me / I didn’t have to be a master to recognize agony / / Swirling winds wisp and float adrift / Through echoes of memories, she tries to sift / / Ho17 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 24 8:28 PM 2007
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Rickety-crickety words / Of unknown origin / Speculation stirs the brain / Into a dictionary frenzy / Where did you come from / O’ alien-word? / Because I don’t know you / / Is offending the ear like offendi
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Imagine a nestled, tiny dimpled lump—glued in place / A dark, melodious, warmth-filled space / Having arrived and thrived there—after winning a race / A vacancy just for thee / Or—one or two (maybe three?) / / Wi
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Breath slow and deep / Let it calmly seep into your soul / …Serene silhouettes succumbing / To a sensational grandeur: the sunrise so / Full of surprise / Crisp and calling, the wispy winds are w
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Her brain was reeling
She sprung from the floor!15 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 9 1:32 PM 2007 -
Can you carry tears in your pocket? Or your heart in a locket?
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Like it or not, I won’t call you THINKER
I named you Biff
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I am always amazed by your work. This collection is great! You obviously have a deep respect for women and this is a good thing. It to rarely seen anymore.
Thank you for writing and sharing this wonderful collection with the world.
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Hey, I didn't realize (or think) that a comment could be left for a "list"...hmmm? Once again, you taught me something. Anyway, thank you for your thoughtful ways; for these kind words...and you are very welcome.
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