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Happy Holidays

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

EVERYONE!

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He Didn't Care Too

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the day of her

death he didn't cry.

Everyone said,

"He doesn't care!"

 

On the day they

laid her to rest

he didn't cry.

Everyone said

"He never loved her!"

 

On the one month

anniversary of her

death he was

found lying next

to her grave.

An empty bottle of

...

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He Didn't Care

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the day of her death

he didn't cry.

Everyone said

"He doesn't care!"

 

On the day they laid

her to rest

he didn't cry.

Everyone said

"He never loved her!"

 

On the one month anniversary

of her death he was found

lying next to her grave.

An empty bottle of poison

...

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Homeless

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turn eyes!

Pretend I'm not here!

Do not look at me with disgust.

Laziness

is not the reason I am here.

Some a job's loss to be in

my shoes.

 

This is a more cameo style poem.

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My Lifeboat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The whirlpools of loneliness

were pulling me down,

you were my lifeboat.

 

With all my effort,

I forced myself

to push towards you.

 

Your kisses, your smiles

your touch saved me

from my lonely life.

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A Small Story about a Small Town

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The small town had struggled to survive for years.

In it's heyday it had built a church. It even had an organ

whose pipes shown like silver.  The organist pressed the pedals

as is she were making wine to be served as communion.

The church doubled as a school for a small group of students.

It even h...

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We Used to Make Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Heart we

used to make love,

now all we

do is fight.

 

I cry myself

to sleep

many a night.

 

I'm angry with you,

I think maybe

you're having

an affair.

 

You're angry with

me, cause you say

emotionally I'm

not there.

 

I guard my

heart, because

...

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A Silly Goblin Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Goblins of

the night,

they give me

such a fright.

 

They leave about

this green slime.

 

I awaken, oh

it was just

a dream.

No need for

a scream.

 

I look at

the clock for

the time, but

it is covered

in green slime!

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Who is this Woman in the Mirror

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who is this woman in

the mirror?

When did her hair start

to turn grey?

What happened to the

young girl who used to

laugh and play?

 

Who is this woman in

the mirror?

When did these

wrinkles appear?

What happened to the

young girl whose parents

used to call "Dear"...

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A silly poem about hair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The following  is a

very silly poem

There was a girl named Shirley

whose hair was short and curly.

She never wanted to go anywhere

she hated her short curly hair.

 

Her mom would say, "Let's

go to the park."

Shirley would say

"Not until after dark."

 

There came a man

with a silly son...

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Online Poetry book

http://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/85982/1/the-poet-and-other-inspired-words

 

My husband Scott Smothers has published an online poetry book.

This is a free download.

The best way to view the book is PDF format.

If the above link doesn't work you can go to smashwords.com search Scott Smothers.

The title is "The Poet and Other Inspired Words".

Please leave any c...

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Gray Earth

Gray Earth and gray sky

Eternity in limbo

Lost souls in peril

 

 

 

 

My husband Scott once again recorded the audio version for me.

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The Air is Still

The air is still, quite

The freezing touch of his hand

Death is by my side

 

 

 

 

This audio was provided by my husband Scott

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Anger

Anger consumes me

Eats my soul like a cancer

Self inflicted hell

 

 

 

 

P.S. The audio recording was recorded by my daughter Samantha.

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Christ Love

The following poem is Christian. I am a Christian,

but I try to be flexible.

 

 

 

 

 

Heart beats young heart beats old, with

a love of Christ your heart beats bold.

Be ye rich, be ye

poor, with a love

of Christ you'll

have so much

more. The rain

falls on just

and unjust.

But remember

Christ rain

settles

the dust.

...

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Wild Wolf-(2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wild wolf

I heard you howl

at the moon.

I believe it was

sometime in June.

 

Wild wolf

you sounded lonely

you sounded sad.

Was I scared?

No I was mad!

 

Why?

 

Wild wolf

in myth you

are evil.

This fear from

the time primeval.

...

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Wild Wolf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I heard a wolf

howl at the moon,

I believe it was

sometime in June.

 

It sounded lonely

it soudnded sad

was I scared?

No I was mad!

Why?

 

The wolf is being

hunted, exterminated.

Why is the wolf

so very hated?

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The Tall Green Grass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wild colt enjoyed

galloping through

the tall green grass.

 

One day he was captured

and made a beast of

burden. He worked in the

field and pulled the wagon,

but he longed for

the tall green grass.

 

He grew old and weak,

one day he lay down

and closed his eyes.

When he opened...

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My Mother's Gentle Hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Mother used to comb my long hair.

When she hit a tangle I would cry

out in pain.

 

She would place her gentle hands

upon my head and whisper, "I'm sorry

darling but you must endure the

pain so that your hair will be shiny

and beautiful."

 

When my life hits a tangle I long fo...

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The Price of Freedom-(extended version)

A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

as a mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

 

She lowly whispered, "Father

this is your son. Son this is your

father. He gave his life so that

others might live."

 

Now she is alone, but she

will survive. She will raise

this child without the aid

of others. This child will

...

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The Price of Freedom

A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

as a mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

 

She lowly whispered, "Father

this is your son. Son this is your

father. He gave his life so that

others might live."

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