Sharing Knowledge
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Humbled to be asked to speak
Though I’m kind of nervous, eek!
Hoping my talk doesn’t wreak,
that it doesn’t sound like Greek,
their interests are piqued,
and my lecture is unique.
A harsh critique stings to hear
there are always things to tweak.
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(A Cyrch A Chwta Poem)
Blue
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To find it in a flower is rare
It’s used to describe old ladies’ hair
Also the Delaware and Delftware
It comes up when discussing despair
Cobalt, azure, cerulean, navy
We gaze at the sky and find it there.
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(Hir a Thoddaid Poem)
In Memory of Grandma
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Grandma liked men best, flirting without shame
Talking to each one as if he’s her next flame
Grandma liked cowboys in really tight jeans
In each rodeo she found the man of her dreams.
She read romance novels from cover to cover
As soon as one’s finished she picked up another.
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She had a sly smile that went up on one side
And a sense of humor she tried to hide
But one look at the comics she taped to her fridge
Told you a lot about the humor she hid
Sending us cards for every special occasion
With neat handwriting in green felt-tipped pen
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Grandma had a magical green thumb
Just name a plant, she could grow every one
Enormous Christmas cactus, blooming bright red
African violets with special lights overhead
Strawberries and veggies she didn’t even eat
For any plant, grandma’s house couldn’t be beat.
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More than just plants, she raised a strong daughter too
Who always does the right thing to do
Who’s caring and thoughtful and kind to all creatures
Who’s influence from grandma is more than her features
Though we will miss grandma, her legacy lives on
In the caring strength and beauty of our mom.
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(Throwback Poem)
(An Elegy Poem)
Lesson Learned
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Did you know you can feel your heart break?
I learned that two short years ago today.
It is more than a twinge or a cramp or an ache
I was fearful it would not go away.
Turns out some time will mend a heartbreak
Though I feel the scars remain to this day.
It’s a good lesson to know what’s at stake
If you find you have someone’s heart someday.
There’s lessons in trauma, make no mistake
The worth of this is crucial to convey.
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(A Ten-By-Ten Poem)
Bleeding Heart
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Over the phone I learned the news
Because face-to-face you couldn’t bear
And so a coward’s way you choose
A funny way of showing care.
I actually felt my heart tear
Suddenly lost and all alone
Life became defined by despair
All because you have no backbone.
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(Huitain Poem)
Breaking The News
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Crumbling down to my knees, wet grass
Stains my jeans as tears of shock and distress stain my face.
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(Landay Poem)
Snow Day
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To work I am nonessential
Doesn’t matter my credential
So I get the day off to play
When they close for a snow day
I’ll admit that’s just fine with me
Hunkered at home is where I’ll be.
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It’s okay I’m not essential
Mainly when weather’s torrential
I’ll do my best to stay away
And try to hide my great dismay
Keeping calm seems to be the key
To hiding my snow day glee.
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In this free day there’s potential
Found time the most consequential
Though in my home I will stay
I’ll get to work without delay
Staying as busy as a bee
As if I’m my own employee
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At home I am influential
Time spent is experiential
While I believe play’s my forte
Sometimes the chores outweigh
So I stay here rather than flee
And get the work done around me.
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No this is not preferential
Nor is it inconsequential
To spend my free day in this way
From my to-do list I don’t stray
But before too long I will flee
To the mountains or woods for glee
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It’s okay I’m nonessential
About that I shout hooray
I’ll enjoy it I’ll guarantee
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(A Chanso Poem)
It’s good for a bit of perspective
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Power’s back on, what a relief
It’s an inconvenience at best
Two days without causes such grief
Really the problem is minor
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Into day three I was stressed
Thankfully the outage was brief
And for that I feel quite blessed
I should stop being a whiner
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I shake my head in disbelief
At the large numbers of oppressed
Who’s daily life is this great grief
Only rare systems are finer
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Disparate access should be addressed
Everyone should feel this relief.
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(Bref Double Poem)
Am I At this Point in My Life, Really?
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Her Cholesterol
Is approaching the limit doc assures
Her Cholesterol
Is dictating new morning protocol
Warm gruel and exercise she now endures
Hoping this simple lifestyle change cures
Her Cholesterol.
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(A Rondolet Poem)
Perspective
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Perspective
Is a fucked up thing
You think your shit’s bad
Just open your heart to
Another person.
Get them comfortable with you, listen
Earn their trust.
Then you’ll maybe get some perspective.
You think life’s fucked up?
Nope – not even a little
Life is fucking fantastic
Share it with someone struggling
Be kind. Have empathy. Listen.
Perspective is the greatest gift.
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(Throwback Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 