
We've received several submissions recently
for the poetry pages here. We'd love to be able to share everyone's wonderful
words for all to enjoy but are forced to choose and post only 6 per upgrade.
Don't feel bad if your submission is not listed here yet - it may appear
soon in future editions. These are the six making it to our site for this
edition. Enjoy!
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Each edition I try to submit one of my own to the pages. This latest one "It's Only Words" is part of a growing collection
of Free On-Line Postcards and Greetings. You can see more at World
Greetings and Timeless
Greetings. I hope you enjoy them in the spirite of friendship!
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It's Only
Words
You entered my world
It's only words...
My RL friends
"It's only words!"
I shrug it off
It's only words...
For being a friend
© K. August 1999 Click here to view as a postcard. |
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"My Guardian" was submitted by Melissa Speights. Melissa has been writing for 10 years now. We are looking forward to
more submissions from her in the future. At this time she does not have
her own home page but should you wish to contact her we would be happy
to pass your messages on to her.
Amazon.com
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My Guardian
I often feel your
presence
Feeling your hand
in mine
Your love is what
warms my heart
I don't know why
you chose me
I wonder sometimes
where you are
You told me to be
patient
copyright by: Melissa
Speights
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Elvin Geronimo wrote to us telling us his wife wrote the poem "Sunrise"
to him and he wanted to share its beauty. They've let us know they hope
to have their home page on line by their next submission for us.
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Sunrise
As I sit and watch
the sunrise
Copyright by: Erin M.Geronimo
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Mrs. Hanshaw
You awaken in the
dead of the night
How many times did
you see the mirror glow
Locked doors can't
keep her in or out
Cause how can a broken
clock still keep time
copyright 1999 Larry Gene
Childers
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| Mom
mom the girls they
are a sleeping
your birthday was
just a few days ago
it has been a little
more than a year you breathed your last
dad has been dead
so many years
copyright 1999 Larry Gene
Childers
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Betty's Rose
on a warm summer
day in 1990 i plucked a rose from betty's backyard
the rose was a beauty
the red was so true
then one day last
year in august i had to depart
and every night i
wonder are the blooms still there
copyright 1999 Larry Gene
Childers
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