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Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad,
Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window,
Wondering, which one should I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said,
"The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls,
And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news,
Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor,
And to Welcome the new neighbors to Feeling.
A Case of The Fears
Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a person to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from feeling wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill really hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won't doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two.Bowls three, four, five and sixCame and then they wentI think my case of the fears are fixedLook at how my time was spentI am getting sleepyIt is time to go to bedMy fears are no longer in my stomachNow they are in my headI close my eyes and I can seeThe Fears I want to killI will do, whatever it takesTo keep the monsters still.
I Hate The Wait (Weight)
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.
Why I enjoy Writing?
During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my response to three items.
Growing
Growing hurts sometimes;
saying goodbye to friends,
to things you've known and done
to things you wanted to do.
Growing heals sometimes
the shattered dreams and hopes
of a life you once knew
leading you to a new knowledge of yourself.
Kens Poem
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller
dwelling on the road of goodbye.
Bittersweet tears fall as I think
of all the places I'll never see,
all the faces I'll never know,
all the joys I'll never share,
as I head for the unknown.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic
As you release old bondage
Come out of hiding
And see the starsFind the Magic
As you expose the pain
Let the tears flow
And find beauty in your bodyFind the Magic
As you scream from the beating
Run from the threats
And feel the warmth of a hugFind the Magic
As the little girl is silenced
Told she is too smart for her own good
And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the Magic
As the ghosts creep into dream
Haunt your daily life
And you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the Magic
As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger
Observe the separation
And you join the body temple once again to rejoice in this unique wonderFind the Magic
As you listen to the conflicts and
Watch in horror
And emerge from the water whole and beautiful in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic,
For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, teacher and author. Contact her through her web site http://www.
Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds
Let your waves curl and foam on my body
Wash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your power
As unceasingly you roll
Giving strength that's been drainedOcean keep me warm
Wrap me in your brine
Caress me with your tidesOcean disperse my tears
As they flow in you
I cleanse my soulOcean let me grow in your depths
Color me vibrant blue, coral, green
Clear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints me
Cool and refreshed
My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend
Hold me flowing in your currents
Ever moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.© 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher.
Bleed
now is not the time to open
open that great door again
not the time to be more tolerant
not the time to play to winnow is not the time for justice
evolution mercy choices
not the time to pet the puppies
yipping with pathetic voicesnow is not the time for kindness
not the time for compromise
not the time for loving blindness
not the time to close my eyesnow for one too many people
not that i have gained no good
heart has sown but flesh is reaping
tears to mind and wasted bloodnow my inner wolf seeks equals
only those whose chords can howl
deadly whether lone or social
defending young or on the prowltell me not that you would die
upon the spines of my displeasure
live for me and for you will i
cherish each cell as if a treasureput me not inside a cage
but roam with me through snow and sun
be by my side or breathe my dust
for i shall bleed again for noneNiki Lasher
Artist, Writer, and Webmatron
http://www.kthulah.
Joined
JOINEDHeart beat of man
pounding - yet
unheard
joined
becomes the
beat of a nation.Words of man
written - yet
unread
joined
becomes a
proclamation.
My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition
She probably can't remember and I know I can never forget..
You Lost Your Last Gamble and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you forget you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your original deck - But rather a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okayMy life is empty without you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my simple hopes seem in vainI realize how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and expect you not to hateI don't deserve a second chance to show you how much I care when you needed me the most I know I failed to be thereNow your trust in me is gone forever and I will never have the chance to say I really hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give almost anything in life if I could go back to that day and erase everything I said and did to make your heartache go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the absence of these words haunt me each and every day..
My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)
She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.She loved me like nobody else has ever loved me in my life.
Ive Learned
You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
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