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I strolled upon a hillside,I saw the sky of blue,This and many more thingsReminded me of you.Although you're far awayI'll not forget your love,A gift of which you sent meUpon a snow white dove.The day was warm and beautiful,A gentle day for sure,The way I felt within my heartWas all so light and pure.I lay upon the hillside,The grass was green and new,I closed my eyes and saw your face,And your

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Don't worry about dying,my little oneIt's just like flyingbeyond the sun.A land of lovefor my little one,And God aboveto guide everyone.Now you're gonemy little oneTo the land beyondwhere love is spun.

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I feel the springtime,Joy of life is in the air,Open your doors and windowsThere’s more than enough to share.I love to walk in the springtime,Watching the earth turn green,Not wanting to miss a single sightOf what there is to be seen.Feel the air of springtime,Thick with morning dew.Fresh and crisp it settles,As the dawning comes in view.Life and love and joy abound,In the springtime of my world

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At the break of dayWhen the moon is in full bloomSnow lay on the groundWhen summer came to soon.The birds were chirping silentlyTheir confusion all to clearLife holds many mysteriesAnd death is not to dear.Day is dark and night is cold,The children lost their way,Without ears to listen withMan had nothing to say.Man was God and God was ManIsolated worlds in which to stand,In their minds so

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Sing me a song of happinessMake my heart dance in time with the song,Laugh, rejoice, and be happy,Sing to me all night long.Now sing me a song that’s laid back,Sing me a nice easy song,Sing of love and gentle things,Sing to me all night long. --Make love to me with your music,With our bodies singing the song,Lost in a world of beauty,Sing to me all night long.

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Flittering, fluttering, flying on the breeze.Swishing, swooshing, dancing in the sun.Unconfined, unrefined, undefined,Only living for the joys of life.

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Looking through my life,As in a crystal ball,I'm glad to have feltAs never felt at all.For having lived I've learnedGreater joys and sorrows,Without either of theseThere would be no more tomorrows.For all the times that are badThere are better times to look for,And all the hurt you've feltWill fill up with love twice more.Let your feelings outLet the world know how you feel,Be a total personBe

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I am no longer hereMy shadow is all that remains,I have held a tearOf which I fear, no moreShall I refrain.The shadow's there--but cannot speak,It's musty and coldAnd very meek.But it, too, will dieBy and by when theSun comes out into the sky.

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Often inspiration strikes in the most unlikely places. When this happens you grab the nearest piece of paper you can find to write on. Here are a couple of napkins that survived the years till I was able to scan them... When the only flower left is a plastic one; Then will man break down and cry for the destruction civilization has caused. But he will continue till he has nothing but himself to

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Upon a hill stands a treeMy husband planted there,Representing the childThat I could not bear.From a tiny seedlingThe tree grew strong and tall,Braving all the seasonsSummer, winter, spring, and fall.To the hill he'd go each dayTo gaze upon that tree,From one branch he hung a swingFor his child that would not be.In it's shade he'd sit and dreamFor many hours every day,He'd envision the children

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Running, flowing, never stopping. Starting as a trickle, joining other trickles, becoming a stream. Stream joining other streams pushing its way through rocks, mud, sand, and plants. Becoming a mighty, strong, widening river. Picking up pebbles along its way, tossing them, turning them, playing with them, and then dropping them off further down and forgetting them. Rains fall into it and join

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Melting, dripping, running, hardening. Forming running, escaping designs as it flows. Remelting, dripping, running further, hardening. Flame flickering chasing it farther, no escape till the flame dies. Turbulence makes the flame flicker harder and burn faster. Calm creates a steady fire burning slower, and shining brighter, less melting, dripping, running,hardening. --Candle drawn in Corel

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Fluorescent flower painted of a shadow.Flower dying slowly, uprooted from the ground,Once living, growing, blooming, dropping seeds, and replanting. Uprooted it lives only to die without rebirth,The flower dies and becomes only a shadow of the shadow on the wall. This prose describes something that I actually experienced. As a teenager my mother allowed me to paint on the basement walls where my

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My name is FateI live on the wind,No one's my enemyEveryone's my friend.No ties or bondsTo hold me fast,I do not worryAbout the future or past.I walk in the forestAnd dance in the springs,I live in the flowersAnd ride on butterfly wings.No storm can stop meNo fence can keep me in,For I am FateAnd I live on the wind.

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Nude sketch, charcoal pencil

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She was born in the heart of the forest,Pure as the heavens was she,Gentleness was her natureShe loved all that was free.Her life was simple and happy,It was all that life should be,Joys she saw in little thingsMost people will never see.She was poor and never knewFor life held many joys,She had love you can't replaceWith a bedroom full of toys.She gave to all that she metThis love she had to

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How can I liveIn a world without love?I give all I can,With help from above.With men overseasWho are willing to die,How can we sit aroundAnd watch time fly by?They know what it isTo love their land,To show loveAnd give a helping hand.We must live each dayOne by one,And show each fatherHow to love his son.Put each familyWhere they belong,With alot of loveIt can't go wrong.But I guess for now,I’ll

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Crayon on manila drawing paper.

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Where in these stars did I come fromWhere in this world do I go?Everyone say they have answersTo questions they never did know.They tell me the laws of the universeThey tell me the laws of the land,They tell me the things that must be soBut it's their words I don't understand.You must be shrewd, you must be coldTo live on honey and walk on gold,Hold your own and give to noneWallow in the greed

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I listen, but do not hear.I have sight, but cannot see.I talk, but am unheard.I touch, but cannot feel.I am free, but am a prisoner of my mind.There is light, but walls of darkness surround me.I am alive, but do not live.I am alone in a world full of people.I walk, but only in circles.I call, but no one answers.I am human, but am treated like an animal.I smile, but feel tears in my heart.I seek

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Am I living? or am I just alive? I breath; I eat, I sleep, I wake. I'm not dead; am I? I don't know. Is breathing living? or is it just life? And sleeping or waking? what is it? Isn't it just habit? You have to have these for mere life. But what is living? Living is Loving; is it not? I am living when I'm with you, Love. Not just breathing but more, much more, When I hear you, or see you, or even

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Flowers on a hillsideMisty morning dew,Waking with a happy heartRejoicing over you.Your love makes the flowers growAnd diamonds of the dew,It makes me wake with a happy heart,Rejoicing over you.Without you the fields are bareThe dew falls like crashing rain,My heart is a lonely place,Filled with untold pain.You have come to me my Love,You've made the fields fill again,Again the dew forms

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Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972. Poem by “Anonymous”. (Ditto machine: Do you remember the ditto machine? The copies from this had that "smell" that everyone remembers.)

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Written in the early '70s.Osifer, Osifer, give me a fixSend me right down that river of Styx,Osifer, Osifer, don't take me away,'Cause once I get thereI won't want to stay.Have pity on me, on my soul I pray;Just give me a cot for my bod' to lay.My mind has blown outMy life is dead,I'm just a run-of-the-mill little acid-head,So,Osifer, Osifer give me a fixSend me right downThat river of Styx.

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It’s winter in the countryThe winds are blowing cold,I’m sitting in my lonely roomWith no one here to hold.It’s evening in the countryThe skies are growing black,I’m waiting, quietly wondering,When you’re coming back.It’s quiet in the countryYou’re in my every thought,How we’ve loved, laughed and playedAnd even how we’ve fought.I’m happy in the countryWith you I want to be,To share with you the

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How do you express a feelingThat extends from the heart to the stars?A feeling so strong that no man can containIn even the strongest of bars.These are the feelings I have in my heartThat extends to the depths of my soul,These are the feelings you've given to meTo make my person whole.These you have given me freelyWithout asking for favors or pay,The feelings I feel inside my heartNo words could

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Back to the beginningWhere it all began,Back to the pastIf you think you can.We'd see a landBeautiful and free,A cloudless skyAn endless sea.Peace and LoveThroughout this land,With Love and harmonyAmong each man.It began like thisBut saw its end,When along came its foeA thing called sin.Sin went out,Throughout this land,Put hate and destructionIn every hand.He entered the mindAnd destroyed the

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Love like a flower bloomingGrows more beautiful with time,Strong is the heart forever beating,Like a golden chime.With the love I give to theeI receive the love back twice,And with the love I get from thee,I return the love back thrice.Stronger grows our love from day--To everlasting day,The more we love; the more we're loved,With love to give away.And so spreadsThe loves love,.0f those whoLove

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The gentleness of nightFalls like a feather to the ground,And the mystery of darknessBrings silence all around.And lying here beside youBrings the realization ofWhat there is about youThat I so deeply love.When the rains fall from the heavensAnd the skies are dark as night,You’ll hold me in your armsTill the sun comes strong and bright.And when the sun is shiningWith the sky a brilliant blue,I'll

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Of here or there,Of near or far,Of past or present,I’ve left my scar.Of good or bad,Of fate or chance,Come love or hate,I’ve took my stance.I’ve felt my feelings,Gave what I could,Been shorted some,Both bad and good.From this pointWhere do I standOn ever changing,Shifting, sand?

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Remember this guy? This is from the '70's.

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There are two peopleI’d really like to showJust how much I love them,Even though they know.They’ve been there in my troubled times,Forever by my side,Putting all there trust in meEven though I’ve lied.No matter what the problem wasThey were always there,And though they might not always agree,They were always fair.One of the people is my Mom,The other one is my Dad,They’ve been there through all I

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Flowers on a hillside,Small trickling stream;This is where my journey lies,In among my dreams.Soft swaying tree,With swing hung tight,Everything in its placeEverything is right.Lone dog howls;Cool, bright, sunshine;This is how it all would beIf everything were mine.

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I’m just a weary wandererLooking for my mind,Round in circles endlesslyTalking to mankind.As I traveledOn my way,I met a manWho had nothing to say.The more he talkedThe less he said,Running circlesRound my head.So I leftSearching again,And met a manWho had never been.He’d never livedHe had never died,He never laughedHe’d never cried.And so I leftWhat wasn’t there,And met a manWho didn’t

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Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972.

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Behold the eyes that cast mental shadows in the pit of darkness. They look into you but show no expression of what they see. The image of doom you feel follow you everywhere, as do the empty mystery cast from the depth of the eyes. You can find no escape, no place to hide, for you know not what it is you fear. And yet you know, that, even in death the eyes will follow you. Fear surrounds you and

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(This is the Introduction from my poetry book. I will be posting my poems randomly as opposed to how I arranged them in my book.) I believe that my “love affair” with words has been going on since I first began to talk, I think the notes from my teachers on my early report cards will attest to this, “Leann is a good student, but she talks to much.” In the 2nd grade my teacher, Mrs. Meister, found

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