Jul 12 2008

Etta

Earlier chapters: The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor The Apartment Problem Glass Question Token The Little Girl Live Theatre with Etta Etta Has Flown the Coop Face to Face Choosing In Retrospect… Yes Etta and the Card The last three chapters: Part I Etta and the Lie Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]

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Jul 01 2008

Autumn

                                                                           Autumn   Autumn has arrived.  Trees decked out in Joseph’s coat Reds, yellows, orange, rust, green And every hue in between.  Leaves dancing and fluttering in the wind  Drop to earth In a dizzy spin. This wonderful display Is short lived. Winters winds will soon move in,  Earth takes on a Different glow With the arrival of first white snow. Bundle up and brave the cold Use both hands Your [...]

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Jun 16 2008

Dancing with a dream

Dancing with a dream As you fell into my arms A perfect fit The feeling, felt so right We gazed into each others eyes We knew it As we grasped each other And held so tight. The pounding of our hearts Beating to the melody Of Sinatra crooning “I’ll never smile again.” The smile was there For fifty six years Suddenly the music stopped, You left Called home. Now I’m all alone. Awaiting [...]

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May 22 2008

Melody…

Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams? Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains, Without knowing your destination. In the middle of impenetrable darkness, In my half slumber, I heard the music Of your love, calling me… Why did you call me? In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping Drained and sapped, and my flute [...]

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May 11 2008

No Time For The Chorus

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , David Pekrul @ 17:27
Our time passes by and we hardly have time for the chorus, While singing the verses and doing the things here before us, A symphony, jingle, or maybe a song sung by Doris, By end of the day, there is not enough time for the chorus We hear all the words, but we don’t comprehend what they’™re saying, Because we [...]

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