By Christmas eve of eighty-six
we were used to Dad’s yule-tide tricks.
With rockets and nets, so went the plan,
Dad figured to snag the kindly ol’ man.
We knew the garage must have some role
in keeping Santa from the North Pole.
And so it... – by Linda Yoest | 68 Views added 1 year ago
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A summer’s end ago
I lay smiling at the sun
in a field of green
waist-high wild grass,
as you held me
in your arms.
Then running, falling
as we grabbed
at butterflies and ladybugs,
not for capture but for fun,
then loosed each one
in... – by Linda L Yoest | 67 Views added 1 year ago
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If you love me you will accept me the way I am.
If I love you I will accept you the way you are.
Are you saying only you can define my love for you?
But you don’t accept me the way I am, so I guess you don’t love me.
If you love me... – by Linda Yoest | 88 Views added 1 year ago
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changing events happen any day
how fickle is life
always changing
unplanned events
happen
without warning any
sneaking into our... – by Linda Yoest | 73 Views added 1 year ago
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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement... – by Jenny Joseph (Jennifer Ruth Joseph) | 3,934 Views added 2 years ago
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No more to see the sunrise
or watch the raging sea.
Tomorrow isn’t promised,
to either you or me.
No more to hear the laughter
of children as they play.
Tomorrow isn’t for us,
we passed on today.
No more to work or leisure
or lying down... – by Linda Yoest | 125 Views added 2 years ago
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Mouth: Quicker than hand.
Sigh.
Tongue: Blurting. Rude. Unkind.
Again.
Hand: Clapped over mouth.
Afterward.
Lips: Pressed together, tight.
Too late.
Rue: Seals lips not in time.
Aw.
Regret: Tames tongue, not.
Ugh.
Remorse: Hastens not... – by Linda Yoest | 73 Views added 2 years ago
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Your emotions are a mill stone
Entangled around your heart.
Pulling you deep and deeper
Into your blackest part.
Your emotions they are real;
Both the pleasure and the pain.
Though truth is not in them,
You let them soak like rain.
You... – by Linda [Wesser] Yoest | 83 Views added 2 years ago
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Rarely do we take the time
to walk a quiet, wooded glen;
or tarry to see the rising sun
reflect on glassy waters.
And few there are who understand
the solace of evening shadows,
or appreciate the chilling relief
of freshly fallen snow.
Not... – by Linda [Wesser] Yoest | 53 Views added 2 years ago
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. .... – by Linda [Wesser] Yoest | 101 Views added 2 years ago
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