she wore them only
on special occasions
and every time I saw them
I just wanted to slip them off her feet
and take her upstairs
but alas that was just a wish
and we paraded into town
high heels and all
the center of attention
every place we ventured
wickedly well rested
we danced into the night
tearing down disco walls
and cutting beale street rugs
deep inside memphis
august two thousand thirteen
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he sits in his lazy boy chair
and yells at the umpire on TV who
keeps getting all the calls wrong
exhaling cheap cigar smoke
while putting down old style beer
in 12 ounce gulps
in the other room his partner
in crime fixes potato salad
to go with his pastrami on rye
saddened at the thought
mister james gandolfini
has left her lonely world
june two thousand thirteen
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from a poem written in 1842
by my great great grandmother
Elizabeth (Mason) Waters
at 17 years of age
Washington, Iowa
What is Love? A heavenly feeling,
Centered in the human breast,
Softly o’er the senses stealing,
Gives the aching bosom rest.
What is Love? It is a treasure,
Seldom prized as it should be
‘Tis a pain, ‘tis a pleasure,
From all selfish feelings free.
Learn more about Elizabeth Mason Waters
april two thousand thirteen
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there is a place beyond the horizon
where the moon bounces off the waves
and creatures of the deep
reveal themselves for all to see
there is a place beyond the sea
where stars are reborn
time and time again
giving new meaning to eternity
there is a place within your heart
forever caring
forever evolving
and forever trying to quiet
the madness from within
there is a place outside this world
where we will meet again
where the orchestra is perfectly refined
and we hold on for our dear lives
as we dance forever into the night
february two thousand thirteen
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i’m expecting my baby home
any time
expecting her to open
the door
and greet me with that
smile
i haven’t seen
since telling me
she never felt more alive
december two thousand twelve
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you entered my life
in a most unexpected way
leaving me to dwell
on all things
naturally good
giving me a sliver of hope
for achieving peace
within
before i am escorted
out the door
december two thousand twelve
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i’m in love with the weather woman
but i’m afraid to let her know
i love how she tells me
when my sun will shine
and when the rain
will soak my thoughts
with impossible dreams
and when the wind
will blow my blues away
i’m in love with the weather woman
but i’m afraid if she knew
she would concoct a storm
and send me tumbling away
like some insignificant snowflake
december two thousand twelve
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one hundred twenty times
a minute the baby’s heart
masters frequency
perfectly in sync with nature
and forever dependent
upon the course of time
please stay with me awhile
and watch me learn to love
the power of frequency
december two thousand twelve
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the children stitched me together
with love and enthusiasm
dreamed up of ways
of making me beautiful
despite my mean intentions
with imagination my rigid body
became larger than life
filled with natural fibers
grown from the ground
surrounding their home
though i was unable to stroll
along fields of grain
that seemed to never end
I alone stood watch
and marveled at the way
they forever loved me
november two thousand twelve
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atop the stone wall
the handsome young man
sat perfectly still
his bow and arrow
resting on his lap
his tireless eyes envisioning
his one true love
emerging from within
november two thousand twelve
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i snuck into the world
through a backdoor
you carved into a rolling hill
where you worked the earth
with your creative hands
with perfection in mind
you made my eyes
the lightest shade of blue
and my skin varied
depending upon the light
your blood flowed within
nourishing my heart
and strengthening my mind
as i learned how the earth
recycles all living things
through time and patience
i came to understand
how the secrets of the clay
could beautify and nourish
a world starving for love
october two thousand twelve
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what heart is broken
seeks out to find
a remedy certain
to forget past times
how sad the memory
painful to the heart
broken yet breathing
forever on guard
time is of essence
nothing stands still
a heart once broken
desires to rebuild
october two thousand twelve
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I burned your image
in my mind
like charcoal lead
on cottony white paper
I painted your eyes
on canvas
like I had known them
my entire life
I drew your heart
closer to mine
beating rhythmically
as if we were one
september two thousand twelve
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little bird with little love
sits atop a lemon tree
hopes to turn into a dove
and live his life with ease
little bird with little friends
feeds upon a giving heart
longs to soar and pretend
his tweets are like a lark
little bird with little dreams
slowly heals his broken wing
soon to feast on tangerines
ripening across the spring
september two thousand twelve
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She blew me a kiss
and I snatched it
out of thin air
– like I always do
told her if only
it wasn’t the last one
I’d be a billionaire
june two thousand twelve
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he always prepared
dinner for two
even though she had left him
without a goodbye
it was nice to slow down
and smile again
reminisce about how grand
yesterday was
every time he mentioned
a sunday picnic
she would make an excuse
and retire to her room
may two thousand twelve
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