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Poet or Writer
When I was younger
it was my dream
being poet or writer
the perfect life seem
With riches and fame
that it would bring
in this mortal world
I would be something
Now I am older
not rich but poor
but I am doing
the thing I adore
Fame’s not in sight
but I don’t care
I love my life
and those with whom I share!
Teresa Marie 11/9/11
Perfect Poet Award Week 55 Acceptance Poem
I nominate Charles Mashburn for Week 56
Sunset at The North Pole – Newest E-mail From Mom – Awesome Picture!!!
This is the sunset at the North Pole with the moon at its closest point last week.
The Chinese have a saying that goes something like this:
“Don’t Let Me Lose Control!”, She Prayed
The children screamed. The mother tapped the steering wheel as she waited for the bickering between children to cease. It didn’t. She turned around and yelled at them to stop and grow up. The whimpering six and eight year old continued to pull on the toy they both wanted to keep. The rain pelted against the window. The mother wanted the sun, she wanted summer to return. The children would be passed onto her ex-husband and she could enjoy the warming heat of the summer sun alone, in peace. The traffic was building up on the road and the children continued to shriek. With her nerves frayed she began smacking her hand against the horn.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
“Don’t let me lose control!”
is what the mother prayed
“If I raise my hand
angel let it be stayed!”
As “Be quiet!” she scream
the children shrieked in terror
They’d pushed her too far
knowing this was their error
For pounding on the horn
had gotten her no more
Closer to where she wanted
than the next car’s backdoor
And only by the inches
did she go another mile
Seeing the wreck was ahead
mangled cars in a pile
The mother bowed her head
praying “God, please forgive me!”
Knowing that by His grace
they weren’t involved to see
The horror of those others
at the death and pain
That for a lifetime would
in hearts and minds remain
Turning to her children then
she said, “I love you!”
With teary eyes they said,
“Mommy, we love you too!”
Teresa Marie 10/2/11
This week’s submission for “picture it & write” on http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/
My Life Is
My life’s filled with love
It flows all around me
As gentle as a dove
Does it lite on me
And my heart does still
Your love has lifted me
Above those things that kill
You’re the world to me!
Teresa Marie 8/28/11
Broken Ropes
Last night I had a nightmare
It gave me quite a scare
I am a little girl in it
And upon a swing I sit
Someone behind me was pushing
The air around me swooshing
With the bright blue sea
There in front of me
But then the ropes broke
And I started to choke
As the fear did rise
With my screaming cries
Then I did awake
Whatever do you make
Of such a scary dream
And all it does seem?
Teresa Marie 8/26/11
Honey Bee
Come with me
my honey bee
we’ll fly to
the honey tree
Where we’ll live
life so sweet
it will be
the best treat
Come with me
little honey bee
it’ll be great
wait and see
I love you
so come along
forever with me
do you belong!
Teresa Marie 8/24/11
Rover, My Rover
Rover, my Rover
where can you be?
This isn’t clover
don’t you see?
The wheat’s too tall
for me to find
A puppy so small
of any kind
Don’t you hear me
calling for you?
Where, my little puppy,
did you go to?
This isn’t funny
you silly little rat
Shoulda got me a bunny
what ya think about that?
So there you are, Rover,
come right here to me
Or I’ll turn you over
for a nice little kitty!
Teresa Marie 8/17/11
Short Story Slam Week 8
