Archive for ‘Linda’

March 30, 2017

Decisions

by scatterednotebooks

I missed my opportunity
when I put it off.
I thought I had plenty of time.
I went about my business,
though it never left my mind.
Now he’s gone and I’m left to cry.

As is bound to happen
when a tender moments gone,

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March 28, 2017

Phantoms No More

by scatterednotebooks

You took the phantoms
from my life
locked ’em up and out of site
with gentle hands, a simple kiss

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March 25, 2017

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part I

by scatterednotebooks

PurpleTurtle

© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose




Here they go again,
packing up to leave.
Her daddy’s job was like that
[never asking me…]
.

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March 22, 2017

Happy World Poetry Day!: An Homage to William Wordsworth

by scatterednotebooks

Ah, once again, there they go,
a slight roll of the eyes
and a recoil from something foul,
but we know – you and I –

but most I’ve met in daily life
react with mild disdain

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March 19, 2017

Project Walk

by scatterednotebooks
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Elena on the G-EO Walking System

Two feet in the morning
I walked or ran each day

I used to take for granted
what is a struggle now today

In ’93 Doc’s said MS
the rollercoaster ride began

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March 17, 2017

A Blessing: Yol Bolsun

by scatterednotebooks

May there be a road
May your path always be clear
May your journey never fail
May your trail not disappear

May there be a road
May your burdens all be light

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March 15, 2017

The Everyday You

by scatterednotebooks

I’m in love with the every day you
hair pulled back
and green tennis shoes
blue jeans and tee shirt

under your nails – still – the dirt
from the garden full of roses
in bloom –
I’m in love with the everyday you

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March 14, 2017

Lady Liberty

by scatterednotebooks

Turn off the torch;
douse the light to the storm and,
those adrift.
Tear down her raised arm,
a beacon no more,
just a statue off-shore,
no more “world-wide welcome,”
no more “golden door.”

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March 12, 2017

Haiku – 4

by scatterednotebooks

direful clouds roar in
storm rises – twisting swiftly
wind high and growling

March 11, 2017

A Photograph: The Champion of the Wood

by scatterednotebooks
Uncle Jim

© Photo by Dorothy Birmingham

Surrounded
By the warm birch trees
In the cold.
I can tell it’s cold. —

The tall white birch trees
Stand like soldiers on guard

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March 10, 2017

The Flame is Alive

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by Belen L.Méndez

The flame is alive
but it’s fighting
trying to burn on

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March 7, 2017

We Have Only Ourselves: Inauguration 2017

by scatterednotebooks

 

An overwhelming sense of foreboding
that only time will tell;
Will we be sucked into darkness
and follow the hordes to hell,

or will we, with vigilance and conscience,

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March 6, 2017

Tough Victory

by scatterednotebooks

I’m draggin my feet all the way home
I’m stalked by defeat and I’ll suffer alone.

There’s rain on the window, or’s the rain on my face?

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March 5, 2017

The Blanket

by scatterednotebooks

The blanket has been removed

stripped away

brutally

from my eyes

from my grasp

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March 4, 2017

It Ain’t Good Living

by scatterednotebooks

I know it’s ten a.m.,
no need to tell me.
I need a jukebox and some booze
enough to drown.

I’m not here for free advice,

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March 3, 2017

I Am Truth

by scatterednotebooks
© Photo by Doug Hahn

© Photo by Doug Hahn

I am truth
in its most natural form;
I have brothers and sisters who are
different
tho just as true.
I sometimes stand alone

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February 28, 2017

The Bottom-Line

by scatterednotebooks
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© Photo by Linda Rose


Eyes only on the bottom-line,
we seek to build, but not refine.
For profit’s sake, we play with lives
with silicon brains, traces and wires.

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February 27, 2017

And the Oscar Goes To…

by scatterednotebooks

as I sit in the dark and experience
a life
does it make me forget
that it is
not my own
do I feel surrounded and different
for the two hour show

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February 24, 2017

A Job to Do

by scatterednotebooks

Dear Mama, how you doing? It’s kind of hectic here.
I am doing a real good job, though why ain’t always clear.
Mama don’t you worry; there’s nothing that I lack.
My platoon is the very best, and we’ve got each other’s back.

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February 22, 2017

In the Wings

by scatterednotebooks

William Shakespeare wrote,
“We strut and fret our hour upon the
stage…,”
but I’ve spent my hour just watching

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February 21, 2017

System

by scatterednotebooks

Awkward, accusatory and dooming,
Lie the letters, staring, glaring.
Painfully pointing fingers, from the fatal
Hand of society, chip away the self.

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