January 27, 2012
Emergence

I hold myself back
From reaching my potential,
Limited by the fears
Of disappointment and failure.
I long to break free of my cocoon,
Spun with a silk
Made of society rules
And stereotypes.
This cocoon is hard to break through
And very limiting,
But when I do emerge
I can let my creativity
Dance limitless through the sky.
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January 26, 2012
Thoughts From a Park Bench

I work at a store
I work in my home,
I want rest.
I give all to my job
I give all to my wife,
I want rest.
I am on my feet
Standing all day long,
I want to sit.
To walk through the park
Find a bench with a view,
I want to sit.
To enjoy the view of the bay
Sitting on a park bench,
That’s all I ask,
I don’t want too much.
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January 25, 2012
(A train of thought poem)

I watch as the mosquito lands on my arm,
And wonder why it exists.
It isn’t for companionship,
Or to make a great meal for me.
Maybe it’s just to feed dragonflies,
But why do they bite people?
Maybe their purpose is to hurt us,
But not everyone gets hurt.
So maybe it’s to help us,
But how?
Then it hits me,
They help by taking bacteria from one host,
And giving it to another,
Helping that person’s immunity to disease.
So, it’s true,
Everything has a purpose.
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January 24, 2012
My own Person

I stand alone,
In the middle of the crowd.
I do my own thing,
We do things for others.
I decide for myself,
We follow the rules.
I am an individual,
We are members of a group.
Each one of us is unique,
Yet we are all still members
Of the human race.
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January 23, 2012
The stream

The stream passes peacefully
Over the rocks,
Providing water for the weary
And life to the plants it passes,
Before finally joining
The river on its journey
To the sea.
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January 22, 2012
The Ultimate Treat

I went to the store
Without eating dinner,
Then I saw a treat
That once purchased
Makes me a culinary sinner.
It’s creamy it’s smooth
It’s usually full of fat,
It can be quite expensive,
But the taste makes me smile
Like a Cheshire cat.
You should not go shopping
When your stomach is empty,
Because that is the time
The dairy department
Is there just to tempt me.
You know what I’m saying
Only one thing will please,
Of course I’m saying
I WANT SOME CHEESE!!!
This poem is just meant to be fun, and topic came from Amanda Branning in Tennessee.
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January 21, 2012
Chasing Shadows

At night
When the world seems dark
And shadows play,
The storm clouds come
And lightning strikes
Bringing light to the dark,
And chasing shadows away.
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January 20, 2012
Safely Home

Sailing through the sea of life
When the weather gets rough,
It’s easy to get off course
And lose sight of land.
At times like these
It’s nice to know
We have a beacon
To guide us safely home.
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January 19, 2012
Winter Slumber

In the Winter
When the trees are bare
And the Earth is under
A blanket of white,
Life continues under the snow,
And trees slumber
Dreaming of once again providing
Branches for children to climb
And shade for two lovers to rest.
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January 18, 2012
True Friends

When you get sick
They’ll be there to help,
When you’re depressed
They’ll cheer you up,
They are there
When you feel lonely,
They’ll gladly lend a shoulder
When you need to cry,
You can’t buy them with money
They deserve your respect,
So count your many blessings
With your true friends.
To hear the explanation of the picture, and poem go to http://www.youtube.com/user/apb148
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