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Poetry Series
Carolyn Brunelle- poems -
Publication Date: 2015
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Carolyn Brunelle(1946) I'm 68 yrs. old, married 49 years to my high school sweetie. We are both militarybrats and grew up everywhere other than where we were born. Got old andretired and are now living in northern California (just north of Sacramento) I love and enjoy my small family (my soulmate Hubby, our one Son, oneGranddaughter, and one old kitty) and lots of hobbies and interests: mycomputer, writing, poetry, photography, Pinterest, cooking, the S.F. GiantsBaseball games, movies and wine and being anywhere with my hubby. Comevisit my webpage:
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A Birthday Without You The gathering was wonderful;Laughter tasted greatMixed with wine in the palate;Birthdays are good reason to celebrate.Like a scarf knitted together in love,The family wrapped warmly around me,But one of us was missing.You were not there.Your absenceLeft a hollowness to our joy;A deep longing in our hearts.A birthday without you wasn’t happy at all,It just felt sad. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Bond Theirs is a bondthat will last through time;a devotion and trustforged and testedin the fires of life. Old lovers,no longer lostto uncertainties of youth,strong with faith and courageborn of adversity. All that matters now,in this part of the journey,is the lovethey know is therein each others eyes. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Closed Door A chapter ends;the doorcloses on the past. Other roads lie aheadwith all new experiences;who knows what waitsaround the next corner. But at leastit's her song to sing;her chance to dance. With no more cloudsin a wide open sky,she'll be flying highwithout all the baggage. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Day On My Own A day on my own doesn't happen a lot;retired hubby hangs around a lot too.Rare indeed this event;surprises me I have no troublefinding my old 'zone.'Creativity is always the soothing balmwhether a good write or photo shoot,... oh and music to boot.Crank up that old rock n' rolltake me down memory lane;can still do the twist and the stroll.A day on my own is easyto fill all the empty space;one day can becomea fairly likeable place.But then I know he'll returnat the end of the day.And to be honestwhenever he's hangin' around,somewhere near me...I'm really at my happiest anyway. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Different World My candlelight flickersIn the same Delta breezeThat tosses around the trees;Music driftsAcross the yard. “Who needs it anyhow! ”Precedes the slap of placed bet;Fans snap open,Click and swishAt cool summer sweat;Crackling, sizzling steaks.Oh give me a breakNot the evening I plannedI’m outmanned tonight. Still, that catchy SalsaDrowns out the daily grind;Picks up my spirits.I pour my wineEnjoy my precious down time;Let it all take me awayTo that other world tonightOle’! Ole’! ! Carolyn Brunelle
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A Dream Come True You sweat and worryAbout making the grade;If you can get this one doneYou’ve got it made.Fears and self doubtsAlways creep aboutDisturbing your dreams;A journey it seemsWith no end.But this is your challenge;Your choiceAnd yours alone.You must stand preparedReady to make the call;Pay the piper his dueLest you stumble and fall.It is ‘your’ dream after all;You must carry its burdensIf you seek its rewards. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Final Grace It was here in my armsshe began to feel safe enoughto release the tear stained memoriesthat would fill the casket of childhood. But that sorrow weeps no more. All disappeared in the winds of timewhen the child made her peace;now, in a blessed final graceboth have passed on to other shores. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Friend Time is ever fleetingnever stays in one spot;time keeps on 'keepin' on'whether I want it to or not. Hours turn into daysthe months and years fly by;time a constant companionremains steady at my side. But only so much is allottedall things must come to an end;it's easier to accept it with graceknowing time is really a friend. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Gamble Yours was all a bluffput out thereon the table;I could only guesswhere it would endinA high stakesgamble on love. Some playerslove their gamestill they stopbeing fun;when the best is calledand the horses run. The game you playhas grown cold,time for you to fold;go gamblewith another's heart.This girldoesn't play at love;I was holding the acefrom the start. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Girl A whirling, dervish of a girl tosses my heart about;lifts it to heights I've never dreamed. A twisting roaring powerthat can rain on my paradebring darkness to my skiesnot to see the lightin her eyes,or heaven's sweetest gracewith the smile on her face. She is unparalleleda ride on a carousela mystery, an open book;she can kill mewith just one look, andmake all my storms subside. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Grain Of Sand Almighty Creatorare you mindfulof grains of sandalong your great sea?I am less than nothingon the shores of infinity,but I comefrom the desert to drink. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Great Deal Under a canopy of starsA full moon rises.We sip our wine,Laugh and talkBy candlelight;It’s your deal.Efficiently youShuffle and ruffleThe new deck.They flap, flap, flap;Flutter over one anotherFrom a perfect bow you createWith your hands.You’re a better player;You always win in the end.I play for fun;I win a perfect evening with you. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Harbor Come into my open armsand I’ll chase away your fears,feed your empty aching needand dry up all your tears. To the lonely, weary traveler,my heart’s a soothing balm;a harbor from the storm tossed seas,a respite and a calm. So come to me and rest your head,here upon my breast,lay down your heavy burdensand take much needed rest. All things change soon enoughand this, too, will fade away,the heart will mend, the storm will cease,and tomorrow’s a brand new day. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Little Light For everything a reasonand a season under the sun;every puzzle has its answerthat is not uniquely our own. Nothing remains a mysteryin the light of life's experience,or hurts like the awarenesswe cannot live it over again. Yet nothing is ever lost if wepass such wisdom to one another;no life lived in vain, that shedslight on the path for a brother. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Loving Memory Cute as a bug, bright eyed and spirited,the littler terrierfilled all our lives;captured our hearts as easily as he managedto sneak into the boy's room each night. A bitter sweet chapter of our history;this adored pet of youththat lies wrapped in his own deathremains forever wrapped in our memories.The poison was painful and slow. He hid in the storm but I tracked his cries;cradled him back home to the comfort of family,to our broken hearts and the little boy's handsthat would dig a very special placeto gently give him back to the earth. An innocent creature taken so mercilesslyspeaks even now these decades later.Some hearts are already deadlost in the darkness of their own cruelty;others live on in loving memories they leave behind. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Marriage In some force of natureHe reaches for herTime and time again.And time after timeShe soothes his fevered brow,Calms and strokes the fury in him.A marriage of sea and shoreEmbracing only one another;And yearning for nothing moreThey thrash and crash about.The going has always been rough butThey cling to their life in one another;Knowing separately each would die there.But together, their dance continuesPainting a mesmorizing beauty;Timeless and enduringThrough sunshine as well as storm. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Matter Of Time Time in a bottle;sands of timerunning out of time.IF there isa time to be bornand a time to die,is there enough timeand for what?Is time on my side;is it friendor enemy?And why is it getting fasterwhile I am getting slower,andwhat is thatinfernal ticking? Carolyn Brunelle
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A Moment Come; rest here love.Share with me a fleeting glimpseof that silken splendoras you linger for just a moment.The flowers are willing to wait. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Natural High Words begin to floatto the surface of her mind.She grabs her pen asthe lines begin to rhyme;another poem is being born.She’ll be exhaustedtomorrow morn;but so flows the juiceswhen the muse seducesher from nightly rest.In this inner worldcreativity is like a druga natural high;there’s so much to saysleep just has to wait. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Day Let’s move this thereAnd that over here;Make some more roomFor this brand new year.We’ll clean and scrubAnd make it all bright;Organize it allAnd put everything right.Make some goalsWe intend to reach;Look at today’s economy,It has a lot to teach.We can rent instead of buy,Pay off yesterday’s debts;Learn better ways of livingWe’re not finished yet.Life is all about lessons, We can make a new start;Get ourselves together and focusedInstead of falling apart.Each day is a step towardA better life down the road;If we start with better decisionsWE are responsible for what we’ve sowed.A new year is filled with promisesFor a new life and a new day;There CAN be fresh new beginningsIf we change ourselves along the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Day With Old Ghosts We’ve worked so hard to get herefinished a career, retiredremodeled, redecorated;even taken a vacation or two. Only one problem remainsfull reconciliation of the past;how to deal with old ghostswho come to call. Stepping into this new future,perhaps we should put those to restbefore we miss something importantthey might still be trying to tell us. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Hope There’s a strange silence in mealmost a reverence for this tear inside;one I can only hopewill somehow mend. Happy voices of youth and laughterstand mute;Time speaks louder with broken promises,shattered dreams, disillusionment. Standing here in my numbness,I pray for a fresh shot at life;yesterday’s dreams are nothing more than dustI need a new hope for tomorrow. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Recipe Dull routine,has me digging forsomething freshfrom my bag of tricks. It has to excitehave some kick;same old same oldwon’t do the trick. Whatever change is neededit’s time to move; innovate,life is only what you create;my life needs a whole new recipe. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Season She calls at my door;wants to knowwhat I’m sitting here forwhen the sun and soft breezesare trying to tease meaway from winter's doldroms.But I can’t take the chancemuch beyond winsome glance,'til my work is complete.Then I’ll gladly take a seatthere in the freshbeckoning air;when all I have to loseis these indoor bluesto the ever playful,captivating beauty of Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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A New Start A new year begins; a bud not fully blossomedat the dawn of a new day. Take it for what it is;let it be a blessing. Treat it well;let all the rest go to helland move on with the living of it. Focus on the beauty and lovein life and all things bright. Free your heart;even a fragile bird still flies,dares to dream. Be thankful;you are alive, rejoice! Carolyn Brunelle
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A New World Every breath turns to a puffy cloudfootsteps crunch their way to grabshovels and scrape out driveways;engines humas they thaw out cars. A new landscape greets this sunrise.Shards of ice crystals decorate every roofsmoke rises from chimney tops;the smell of burning wood and freshlybrewed coffee hangs in the air. In this bright winter dawnevery simple tree and lawnglitters in sparkling white beauty;beckons to any still snuggledbeneath their warm blanketsto awaken to a whole new world. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Pause A pause... Sweet notes of spring areheard from foraging birdswho discover the seed baghanging beneath a limb;they become territorial,begin to build. Tree buds appear, oddlyout of time and season,flowers awaken from slumberfor the same reason;An overly eager naturestretches wide to a welcomed sun. And then...Frost returns, brings silence aswinter begins to breathe again;freezes all such innocentswho acted upon emotioninstead of common sense. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Perfect Ending A sweet ritual,no matterthe dayor what it has brought. Lights dimmed....a little talk,a hug and a kiss, then"Sweet dreams my lovesee you in the morning." Tender moments before slumberclose and ‘tuck-in' the night;a little lovea perfect endingto any day. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Poet's Heart Among the throngswho toss words carelesslywith no meaning or purpose served,the poet's voice rises from the depths. And thereinlies reason to hope again;a true heart still beats. It sighs from deep within;we glimpse its beautyand weep. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Question Of Time Timein a bottle;sands of timerunningout. IF there is a timeto be bornand a time to die,is there enough timeand for what? Is timeon my side;is it friendorenemy? Why is it getting fasterwhileI am getting slower, andwhat is that infernal ticking? Carolyn Brunelle
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A Reflection The hour glass of timereturns bits of me to the sea;and it's these shattered fragmentsthat seem to whisper back to me. 'Who can know what is true,or what is reality;could be, LIFE is the illusionand this, a distorted reverie. I've pondered it all for surelife must be something more;serve some another purposeperhaps on other shores. Beyond our clouds of doubt and fearmaybe life is actually a mirror; sparkling glass by some beautiful sea,a reflection of light in eternity. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Rough Road She bathes, dresses in a haze of memoriesknowing what awaits her there;each year another look-see but it'smore than routine and part of her history. The fears wait there too.Old familiars accompany each eventevidenced by each scar she bares;every battle woundre-traces the map of a nightmare. The questions, the fear, the forms to fill out,the inherent tension, the shadow of doubtthe waiting to hear ONLY five days from now;all play a part in her private helland it's a rough old road for anyone to plow. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Smile An old familiar fear grips;turns your stomachgrabs at your hearttosses you across the roomin all manner of horrifying scenarios.Happens every timeyour kids take risks;climb so high.But then...from inside that quiet still placeyou have learned so well,a smile begins to work itself out.Your shoulders relax,your breathing changesyour brain gets it;the light dawns and the cloud liftsand you somehow knoweverything is going to be okay. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Son A son is a sonwherever he roamsno matter how faror the years that have flown. He may test the darknessto challenge the unknown,yet he'll never be lessthan your beloved son. He may take your soul with himfrom sea to sea;but the child of your hearthe will ever be. Doesn't matter the distanceor trials he may know,he is always 'your son'wherever he goes. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Teen's Lament You want me to make good decisions;I do. Sometimes my choicesaren't always in line with yours, butthat doesn't mean I am not capable. You say you're afraid I'll make mistakes;I know I'll make my share, more than a few.Tell me how am I ever to succeedwithout trial and error and freedom to learn. You think I want to be in control;what I really need is your support.You've taught me to think and act for myself;now you need to learn how to trust me. What appears to be all about this teenis also about you as my parent.If your hope is that one day I will learn to fly,then you must also learn when it is time to let go. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Timeless Sea Bottled bits of glass and shellsall that a heart could savefrom the wonders of wind and wave;treasured memories from a beloved shorecaptured in glittering sand.But it doesn't matter how far you roamor how long you follow your star, a timeless sea will wait patientlyfor wayfaring children to come home. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Tragedy No one could know on asunny vacation islethat tragedy was buta slip away.Silenced adoring heartsare wrapped in grief;you left so quicklynothing could be done.Where are you nowout there in that big blue?O Jet, may god speedyour journey back home;the broken hearted have no wingsto fly there with you. *dedicated with my sincerest condolences to the Travolta Family. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Vanished Hope Off the beaten pathand into the world,she vanishescarrying onlyher hopes.Thicket and thornrip and gouge at her young skin;a warning of impending shadow. But she only feels the wind in her hairpropelled by an airof determination. She has to believe it’s out therebeyond the things of manbeyond the crash of noise;a place of rest from the peace spoilersand war mongerswho would suck up every ounce of joyand know only how to destroy. If only she can run fast.......and farenough. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Violence An innocent walked in the woods;never heard the callsor knewof any fearful search. But a father's seething furymet her that day;lashed out in a wayshe had never before known. Its painstung through decades;the fear of unrestrained angerwarped the young seed Welts beaten into flesheventually do heal,but the scars remaina lifetime in the soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Welcomed Demise In the interim, nothing but remnants remain.Dried grasses, dead blossoms, wilted treesnot even a delta breezestirs beneath a gibbous moon. By light of day, as far as the eye can seea weary earth with a thirst unquenchedbakes beneath a sun that refuses to relent;all of the lush beauty completely spent. But Autumn is poised just around the bend;how eager we all are to welcome her.She can put a final endto these long drawn out days of summer. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Whiff Of Yesterday The smell of a memoryfloats in on the breeze;jogs the sensespretty as you please. From another time and place,delicious memories of Mom's kitchenreach across time with warm embraceto hug my soul. Heaven's own feast, her fried apple piesand worthy of all the oohs and ahhs;always a special family delighta treasured and tasty surprise. Carolyn Brunelle
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A Woman's Search Seems natural the way a womansenses things beyond your eyes,from the sound in your voice orin certain tensions in your body.She reads and studies each loved one;assuring herself that all is wellbefore she is content enoughto settle into her comfort zone.Keen as a wolf who smells troublebefore it brews,female instinct may hearken backto an ancient wildnesswhen survival made it necessaryto assess the health of the pack. Carolyn Brunelle
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Abandoned Four years old,eager to have anotherlittle person to play withshe counts the days.But life had other plans;other roads ahead.Many operations for baby brother,a traumatized mother whoempties herself to all but the one.A mirror shatteredno longer reflects a little girlwho disappears in her eyes;big girls don’t cry,big girls have no real needs do they.Destiny leads a little girllost and abandoned;'tis the pain of anotherwill have a mother. Carolyn Brunelle
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Abolish All War Why can’t peacebe the anthem of my countrythat we sing throughout the years,so the lives of our youngare not shattered and lostleaving our peopleto shed sorrow’s tears? Time could be livedin a world without fearwhere we teachour children brotherhoodmaking it clearly understoodthat hate and war are NOT answersto any of life’s challenges in this world. Why can’t we raise our flag to THAT;unfurl a flag that fliesover a people that are freeto flourish and growin peace and serenityand share the BLESSINGS of life?Or is that only a dreamburied with our deadthat the living still want to know...Why can’t we abolish all warand build upon peace instead? Carolyn Brunelle
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Acorn Wore her identity so closeto the skin,couldn’t be touchedor ever let anyone in. Had a heart well hiddenin a hard outer shellwonder who she really wasbut no one could ever tell. After so many yearstucked away from the light,all the worlds inside would grow out of sight. An acorn soul hiddeninside an oak tree;never in this lifecould she ever be free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Autumn) A serenity moves across the landunder a hazy harvest moon.Trails of geese honk their goodbyes;ushering in a season of change thatmakes the leaves turn and fall asnature directs them all to new destinies. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (A Broken Heart) A nybody would’ve been upset. We were devastated; B elieved it was because we were gone longer than usual.R eally have no control over weather and airplanes; had lostO ur flight connection in NYC. But an old and lonely K itty doesn’t have a way of understanding any of that. E ven the neighbor who was watching over himN ever even saw him but once, the whole week. Went through H ell wondering if he’d been hurt or maybe worse.E ven put an ad in Craig’s List lost and found pet section; continued toA che not knowing anything except our hearts were empty as our yard.R ode around looking and hoping we didn’t find what we feared. AndT hen after 48 hours he returned, safe and sound, finished pouting ready toforgive Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (A New Hope Rises) A ll of us believe in something, want N othing of the old politics; toE rase the ways of the past andW ash away the yesterdays. We H old onto a promise of change that mightO pen new doorways to the future andP repare a new path for other generations toE nter into their own age. As a Ripened tree bears fruit,I nch by inch we will find our feet;S tand steady and speak in one voiceE voke our freedom to vote andS elect a leader worthy of our trust. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Cats) C urled and wrapped into themselvesa ssigned to no other activity, they are purestt estament to lunar rule; feliness lumber by day, prowl by night. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Cell) Classified as a living thing,each one is called a building block of life; the smallestliving biological structure found in all knownliving organisms. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Dark Sky) Day light saving whileAutumn beginsre-arranging landscapeskeeping up a face. Sun in need of restknows when to retreat andyield to Winter's grace. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Environment) Everyone should care.No one should ignore a world soVital and green;Inviting and teeming with life. Mother earthRevolves around our respect, how we takeOwnership of our actions; andNever forget our inheritance. We mustMind our responsibility and pass alongEvery moment of beauty bestowed upon us;Nurture a green future for our children, andTry to preserve Mother Nature's gift to us all. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Fireflies) F orever there in memory, theirI llumination in a child's night skiesR eminds me today that youth itselfE scapes as easily from one's grasp.F astened to the universeL assoed to the stars,I cling to that magical glow;E ver is its light inside my heartS parkling in each summer's eve. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Freedom) F orever it flies over the halls of justice;R evered as beloved symbol across the landE very heart feels humbled by her anthem.E ach pledge made beneath her liberty andD ream fulfilled in her history is part of her glory.O ver her adoring people she waves her colors,M y country's flag from sea to shining sea. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Lyrics) Love to hear your melody and Iyearn so to hear you speak;really feel your embrace. But I feelinstant relief in my heart when youcome whispering in the wind andsay the words that set me free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (My Bacon Valentine) May you always rememberyou are my first love. Believe me there are few things I loveas much as I adore you; I justcannot imagine my life as it wasonce upon a time long ago without you,not even if I try. Valued beyond all othersand treasured, we have a speciallove that rocks and rollsevery fiber of my being with anever changing, never waning desireto feast upon your love alone, so todayi give my heart without reservation;never desiring more beyond yourever tantalizing, ever tasty pleasures. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (None Are Lost) N one of us are who we think we are.O nly those sheeple who follow blindlyN ecessitate great introspection, cruel judgement.E veryone is on equal ground. A ll fall short, soon evolve and are elevated.R espect should be given to each man so thatE ach soul is allowed to grow and flourish; L earn to be a part of the whole.O nly those of limited vision see men perishS tripped of beauty and angel wing;T is only earthly eyes that envision such things. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Painting) Pulling out fresh canvas, heassumes his seat in front of the stand andimagines a scene in his head.Next he gathers his colors, loads his pallet,tweaks the radio at his side.Immediately he begins with broad strokes andnever once even looks up at the clock as off hegoes into his creative world. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Prophet) People eagerly follow;revere theone leading, andplace great responsibility on thehead of he who would takeevery risk to direct the fold. Best praythat it is from the right Spirit. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Remodeling) R eaching out to get recommended contractors, you make anE valuation on each one, then you finallyM ake your most important decision... your Project leader.O ggling a ton of sites for products you are the oneD ecides each detail, chooses sinks, faucets, flooring, cabinetryE valuates whether you want new cabinets or a refinish. You L ose your cookies over the prices you see; there's still more thatI ncludes tile, granite, custom shower doors, a soaker tub;N ot to even mention more bids on vanity mirrors, painting, etc...G reat Caesar's Ghost, what have I begun! ! ! ! Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Revolution) R estoration of 'united' statesE very man had certain rightsV isionaries all who knewO ld ways had to go. TheyL ined up on battlefieldsU niforms of blue and greyT ook up the fight against own brothersI nvoking battlecry, 'All men are free'.O urs is a history of fighting for freedomN ot diplomacy. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Science) S earching andc ollecting datai n many varied ways toe xploren ature'sc hemistry ande mpirically test the physical world around us. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Spring Arrives) S pring sunshinep ierces winterr ain clouds;i nvites an ew earth tog row. A nd in warmr esponse the earthr eplies;i gnites even my ownv igor as ite nergizes and awakens as leeping world. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Steady Heart) S omewhere in heavent here has to be a place for thee nduring ones;a ll those who stayed the coursed idn’t turn or run, didn'ty ield but decided to overcome. H anded over their heartse ven sacrificed their own lives to a nswer the needs of another;r esponded to love’s call, rathert han live life only for themselves. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Storm) Suddenly Autumn is done and over with, alltoo soon. A storm packing SNOW waits justover the horizon and it makes forrushed and hurried preparations;most folks are not ready for Winter so early. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Wednesday Sales) W atching the special season, IE ntertain a shopping spree;D ecide this day is best.N oting hubby has plans of his own, IE valuate my needs, target the stores andS avor the day’s prospects. I amD etermined to find myselfA new wardrobe of clothes asY early sales are calling. S hoppers just like me will be as eager.A ll will be ready for an early startL ining up outside the doors;E xcitedly, they too, will gather inS urrender to a new season's siren call. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Winter Blues) W hen all outdoor interest has faded,I am stuck inside my refuge from the storms inn eed of mental stimulation. So It ry to stay busy; e ven tackle those postponed projects thatr equire time I would never give in summer. B elieve me, staying focused is the answer. If you want tol ose seasonal doldroms, you mustu nleash your own creativity ande liminate any idle complaints o you can overcome the onset of winter blues. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Winter) Why have you left me here aloneinviting cold, windy guestsnever remembering our summer rompthank you for sea, sand and memoryevery one held close to my heart, pleaseremember me, your lost summer love. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Wintry Days) Wind in the trees releases the leavesinvites them to fly onto rooftops, cling to the eaves.Nostalgia hangs in the air, neighbors burntheir quickly raked mounds; try to beat therain predicted. Admiring the colors ofyesterday blanketing my yard, the darkening skies overhead sends a chill thatawakens me to my shivering senses. I retreat andyield to the need for warmth;snuggle by a glowing fire as rain arrives. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (World Trade Center) W hen tragedy struck on 9/11/01O ur world changed forever but we willR emember all theL oved ones who died on thatD evastating day when T wo thousand, nine hundred eighty-five souls fell in theR ubble of destruction.A bout 50,000 people worked at the World Trade Center; itsD ust and smoke and panic and lossE ffected the lives of people all over the planet. Their C ourage in the face of such an actE clipsed the hatred that flew into theN orth tower which was 1,368 feet high.T hen the south tower at 1,362 feet fell and no one couldE xplain such a horror that couldR e-shape the lives of an entire world in one event. Carolyn Brunelle
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Acrostic (Worry) What-ifs plague a mind with anOver-active imagination; and in torturousReplays of imagined scenarios asResponse to its fears, the mind willinglyYields its best strength to deal with reality. Carolyn Brunelle
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After The Rain A fragrance still lingersin a soft afternoon’s landscape.Dripping leavesshrubs and treesbask in a returning sun;scrubbed of yesterday’s dustrefreshed from a long thirst.Earth’s misty breath risesto a crisp, clear blue sky;where a rainbow paints itself up highon a newly cleaned canvas. Carolyn Brunelle
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Again A love storythat screams in the night;when beauty turns to cold stain.No warmth can be foundfor her bruised heartin his embrace of pain.She does leave ... again, ... and again, ... and again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Age Of Anger It wants to break free,burst outand blossom into somethingfresh and new. But the clouds of discontentonly cast their dark shadowsover these days of harsh reality;bring deeper reason for concern. The raging seasonhas not ended;it simply ushers in more stormsand here come the tears. Carolyn Brunelle
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Aglow The season’s last daysdrift golden from the trees;winter now whispersits own arrival if you please. A chill is in the airand fog hangs in low;yet it is 'her' memorylingers on wherever I go. The rain sounds so sweetsplattering at my feet,but the beauty of Autumnremains aglow within. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ah-H-Choo! It's Spring Trees in blossommake me sneezewith every incoming breeze;when Spring comes aliveso do my allergies. A season in bloom lovely to seebut for me Mother Nature's beautyis best viewed from afar, in pictures, on the internetor from the window of my car. Carolyn Brunelle
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Alive A beautiful child;a lonely old soulcarries a painfrom somewhere else,another timeand place. Memoriesalive beyond the gravepassed on;handed over to an angelarriving,from one going home. Another young old soulwill have to work it all outdiscover her own identity;fine her own path of freedom. Carolyn Brunelle
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All About You 'You don't want thatyou'll like this,you shouldn't feel that wayyou don't mean that.How could you not like itwhen I worked so hard;it looks so good on you.'Told through the yearswhat to thinkhow to actwhat to wearwas never askedor listened to.My thoughts and feelingsmanipulated when I triedguilted when I cried,so I finally just buried me.My lifehad very little to do withthe daughter you thought you knew;because somehowit always wound upjust being about you. Carolyn Brunelle
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All Are Precious Not a single breath or heartbeat;not one moment in timecan we be assured is ours.Who can know the bigger pictureor what might be the overall design? We struggle through liferise to each new dawn andmeet the challenges of whatever roadwe find ourselves on;then find we control nothingat the end of the day. Age and experience tells usit’s true and when to let go.And that becomes the best time lifewhen we are ready to start livin’from a heart learning to be gratefulfor WHATEVER moments are given. Carolyn Brunelle
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All Grown Up Another hopeful starry eyed dreamerstrikes off on her ownto carve out a place,live it her way, call all the shots whether you like it or not. Freedom's bus careens off roadsinto ditches, smacks into walls;reckless, with no common sense at all,freedom is a child with one speed,lofty goals, and no controls. But she will learn, it will be her life's story;because experience teaches each one of usthat our roads have the same destinationand all lead to the same revelation...'it is WE who crash ourselves.' Carolyn Brunelle
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All Kinds Of Days It takes all kinds of daysto build a life.Some are soft places to look back onothers filled with rancor and pain;but ALL of them count. All our days create the world of our tomorrows.Never knowing how many there are,treasure them alland forgive. Life is short,Live Carolyn Brunelle
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All Over Again There are times my mindreaches backinto that bag of memoriespulls out the pain, re-lives, re-hashesgoes over it and over it again. Other times an innocent statement or questionconnects back to that sadness;stuns me every timehow profoundly powerful it still iswith a life of its own. It’s been decades now;and I still have to remind myselfthat it’s “all over”... again!Does historyEVER really die? Carolyn Brunelle
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American Dream Working harderFor cuts in the check,Some, already the loserWith more billsAnd no checks.Again, the ordinary JoesTake the fallFor a corruptAnd thieving herd;Most, just try to survive,Too busy to say a word.In emails and blogsFacebook and YahooThere is some escape;Even a pal or two.“Community” has changedWith so little time;Most everybody's friendsAre now thoseNothing good is in the newsEven the weather sucks tooWith either too much rainOr no rain at all.The States are going broke,The whole economyIs circling the drain;Can’t imagine thingsEver being the same.It's an all out struggle;An awesome strain...Living the American dreamThese days. Carolyn Brunelle
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An Honest Man Lives lay to wastein a sloth, a liar, a beggar, a thief,burdens ALL for life to carry;they only give the world grief. But an honest man does the best he canto honor the gift of his days.He lives a much different wayby sharing his gifts with othershas regard for himselfand respect for the lives of his brothers. God Bless that humble man,it is he who stands apart;makes the world a better placegives humanity its beating heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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An Innocent's Memory A guarded and gated worldof I.D. cards, base patrols, uniforms olive green;military with its rule and rank, snappy salutesplanes always on the radar screen. Still, a young mind could hardly be preparedwhen ALL base sirens suddenly blared.Airmen on alert ran wild and scared;communications ceased except to planes in the air. Innocence died with a President that day;a nation's colors turned to shades of grey.It was the 60's; none could believeall we could do was watch it unfold and grieve. Carolyn Brunelle
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An Observation You live long enough, you see alot,you learn and get to know things;things you really don't want to knowabout people, who they really are. A family living on nothing but pretense and plastic,a drinker, a shoplifter, a secret hoarder,that illegal housekeeper from south of the border;the couple who cheat on their taxes and one another. Still, it all goes to showwhy your life makes perfect senseto you now though; and explainswhy you prefer your own company. Carolyn Brunelle
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An Old Hiding Place Years went bywhile it all gathered dustin an old hiding placefar from the light. Tucked away from the world,it rested quietly and waited'til one day,light pierced that darkness. A door opened onlong buried secrets;awakened the ghosts of my pastand my needto finally deal with them. Carolyn Brunelle
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An Ordinary Day The street outsidebecomes alive withschool bussesreturning chatteringchildren from local schools,road traffic swellsto constant swoosh;a weary, happy bunchmakes their way homefrom their day.Blissfully unaware of lifeand earsbehind the wallwalkers and runnersconverse in the breezeabout intimate matters,dogs bark in the distance;the kids next doorthrow rocks at treeshoping to dislodgetheir ballhanging in the brancheswhich upsets the dogon guard in the houseon the corner.A distant trainclatters on tracks;whistlesto any who pay attentionwhileambulances screamall the way to next emergency......and behind the wall.....it's time for wine a hot shower; and dinner with you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ancient Dust Striped poles standoutside ‘barbershop’ windowstattered awnings drapeover blank storefronts;ghosts of the long departed line the streets. A remembranceof another time in history.lies in faded, dingy photographsof a time long past. And the only hoperests with poets and painters,who, in broad strokes of imagination, can restore life from ancient dust. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ancient Struggle Another age old storyseventeen years of nurturingyearns to be free. A sense of entitlement reigns,not a particularly new gamejust an eternal rite of passage. Little angelyou have grown strong, bold;your heart dismissive and cold.Where are you going? Once a babe in our armsnow distant; so disarming,a little girl no morestorms out the door.... Where are you taking our hearts? Carolyn Brunelle
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And So The Story Goes... Bits of me lie on to the floorlike so many pages torn from a book;complete chapters have closedto a lifethat is all ahead of me now. Each of those yesterdays added light or shade or hue;and in their own wayhad something to dowith creating my world, my story. One that's been both good and badat times joyful, other times sad;but in all its living color and humanitystill my reason to hope when I pray,there really IS a 'happy-ever-after' someday. Carolyn Brunelle
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Angel Emotions take me to heightsbeyond the limitations of this room;I soar beyond it all to places unknown.I break the chains that imprison me;another world engageslifts me into a blissful freedom.Rock and rolled to the heavensI am healed by sweetest blues.All mysteries solvedI have evolveddissolved into a beautiful nothingnesson the wings of sound and rhythm.Another pounding heart beatscradles and lifts my soul;music's Angel has such a lovely face. Carolyn Brunelle
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Angry Shoes He stood on my lifewith his angry shoesbooted every dreamkicked every attemptto be me.At first I foughtthen learned to obey;and just when he relaxedI was strong enoughto walk away.He's been kicking himselfever since. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Anniversary It’s warm here with youhere in our little cornerof the world,where the sun explodesinto so many diamonds on the sea.This is our treasure chest;our special placewhere we yearly embracea closer view of eternity,reminisce our yesterdayscontemplate and welcomeall our tomorrows. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Birthday With You Birthdays,stopped being exciting and funwhen my exhausted youthpassed through the door of old age.So Please!No more of the giftsor partiesor dressing up to do.All this old heart really wantsis to liveanother ordinary day;have another birthday with you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Castaway I entered your door looking for morethan even I could understand;the need to belong to somethin' orfind some hope in a promised land. Heard the Word; sang the songs,but it was hard to really fit in,though there wasn’t any problemsgoing on and on about my sin. Repent you said, and so I did,but I feel emptier still;trying to follow all those rulesI'm only drowning in my guilt. Is there any real joy in heaven?or do we just sit and pray? Willa new life with God, be any fun?Maybe I'd just get in the way. Not real sure there’s a place for meat some fancy feastin’ table;I’m only another of life's losers,a castaway or so I'm labeled. But if HE'S still turnin' water to winefeedin' folks on fishes and bread,I'd be thankful for a really good mealand a safe place to lay my head. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Creation No tears in lamentnot anymore;wouldn't live it any differentthat much is for sure. Family was always firstthe way I wanted it to be;but that time is long gonealong with its responsibility. And since that part is overmy life is open and free;I can be about the businessof creating a whole new me! Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Day When our time here is doneanother day will comewhen we'll returnto the fields of home. We'll talk and singand our laughter will ringas we swimin its sweet flowing river. Together once moreon that other shore,in a place wherewe'll never grow old, my love and Iwill walk foreverin fieldsof glistening gold. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Day, Another Dollar 'Another day, Another dollar'comes to mind as I pad down the hallwhere the love of my life waitswith latest paper, sweet conversationand first cup of morning brew.All our 'dollarin' days' behind us;there's time for breakfast, to listenwhile others in haste of morning,barrel head long bumper-to-bumperinto a completely different world.And that world becomes best reminderwith its daily inherent need for speedand all its bustle and rushing noise;how happy our own slower paced days,how gratefully lived, each golden year. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Journey The colors of Autumnwilt into history;faded storieson wings of paperdestined to float awayon other journeys. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Ordinary Day Just another ordinary day,same routine brings meto the kitchen tablefor morning coffee;held precious nonetheless. To remain unscathedby the fury of nature,that has devastated my neighbors,a most treasured grace. Some have no homesthis morningno town left,loved ones have been lostushering them allinto their dark night of sorrow. Moments of my ownin reflection of theirs,gives my heart reasonto pray;grateful to havejust another ordinary day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another Path Winter makes it look barren and coldbut it will take on its own beautylying beneath the shade treesin thesefields where lives are laid to rest. A simple markeronly evidence of a lifetime of experiences,none of which will ever be knownexcept to those who look at it nowwith the painful absence it represents. I bring flowers from time to time;they soon die as well.The living pay their homageto a name and a spaceas if it's the place where love lies in wait. But it's only an empty hole in the groundlike the hole she left in my life;all I knew and loved is gone.I'll be needing some new shoes if I'm to bestrong enough to walk this path alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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Another World Palm tree silhouetteson a white sandy beachthe final finishto great splashes of coloracross the horizon.A masterpiece painted inreds, oranges, yellowssurrenders now in grand fashionto the first glittering sparklesand deep hues of the night sky.The music and fragrancessurf in on the breeze tocaress these frazzled nervesand gently toss my hair...such a warm island welcome. Carolyn Brunelle
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Apple Tree Age is a wretched thing;it creeps up on me like a spidertiptoes across her webto devour latest victims. Lotions, potions, rubs and pillskeep me healthy and I am most gratefulto take my vacations by the seawhere warmth is my friend. But one daywhen I am no longer at home in these old bones,I will fly, light as a bird,to rest in a tree in that heavenly garden;take special delight in its delicious apples... and perhaps a spider or two. Carolyn Brunelle
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April Awakening A delicately woven welcome;a soft touch for each blossom,a tease of every velvet blade of new grasspushing up through weary soil. I press each stamen close to my facelight and flirtatious;tiptoe aimless with no worries or careson such a delicious and fragrant day. April's warm sunshine speaks to naturein a language few understand;awakens and coaxes me into the skywhere I can learn to be a butterfly. Carolyn Brunelle
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At Last Displaced as a refugee from a disaster,he sits peacefully over morning coffeeand ponders a new lifehe no longer has to plan for;retirement has come at last.It will take some getting used to...being this happy;finally free to exploreanother place to be.Looking out the windowsurveying the fruits of his labors,he sighs and smiles. Carolyn Brunelle
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At The Bottom Of Nowhere Not at all dark or dankIn my little think tankHere at the topOf my world,I’ve created a new thing.I’m sure they’ll all singWhen they hear the music I playThe magic in the words I say.But alas I am mistakenFor I have awakened,To discoverI’ve been somewhat blind.My topsy is turvyMy predicament unnervy;It’s all been quite a scare.In spite of my hopeI’ve been quite the dopeSeems I’m At the bottom of nowhere. Carolyn Brunelle
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At The End At the end of my days when I am laid to my restI will know in my heart that I did my best. Left no work undone or words unsaid;no sad memories or regrets in my head. I will wait for my children to join me once more;Pray the Lord guides them too, to this beautiful shore. So that none shall be left, become lost or feel alone,as they continue on their own long journeys back home. Carolyn Brunelle
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At The Mercy Of Time Trains of thought are up to youstay on track or bid adieu tomaking claims you can't keep.You'll keep step and keep time,or fall asleep at the wheel.When the rubber meets the roadwe all conform one way or anotherfind a way to make a livin',not become burden to others.Dreams are for thosewho don't grasp reality;time is tickin' away for you toodo you listen or bid adieu? Carolyn Brunelle
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At The Movies Some of the old black and whiteclassic 'Creature Features'still create escape for my world-weary psyche.Like old friends, they can turn back the clockto the comfort of simpler and sweeter times,times when there was no real terror or fearbeyond those tangible celluloid creatures;a time when innocence had yet to experiencethe 'real monsters' in the world. Carolyn Brunelle
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At The Window Here at the windowI steal a moment or twoto ponder another worldin every shade and hue;not much time for reflectionwith so much work to do. Frenetic and demandingmy life is a never endingracket and clatter thru the day;and it's not an easy matterto quiet a mind in this disarray. Yet here in my stolen reveriea sweet embrace washes over me.There is a moment, I swear,when a perfume is in the air;it takes my very breath awayand I am renewed in its fragrance. Carolyn Brunelle
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At Your Side At Your Side I want to walkThrough this lifeWith you, my love.On bright sun filled days,Through the fog,Or in the rain,I want to be thereOver and over againIn whatever kind of weatherOur life togetherMight have in store; Go wherever the road takes us.Because there will never beAnything better in life for meThan living it with you;And nothing I want moreThan to be right here at your side. Carolyn Brunelle
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Aurora Borealis Lady Aurora,you are beauty personified,dancing in the night skies;Queen of the heavens in swishing skirts of lighttwirling amongst the stars.How could you be so farfrom this adoring heart,the eyes you inspire?You paint the darknessbetween meand the worlds beyond;you touch my soul witha glorious glimpseof the eternal powerin that great somewherewhere you are.I am small indeed,but when you danceI am not afraid;I no longer feel alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Days Trees begin to dance this and that-away;skies ablaze in leaves of all colorshelps brighten the longer days.All things have to changewhen summer comes undone;and nature signals that Fall has begun.When the new moon rises,Autumn's dance can fill the senseswith a world of colorful surprises. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Dusk In the gathering dusk of Autumnthe mist of evening rolls across the farms and hills of hometo greet the brisk chill in the air.Grasses wet with dewsuch a relieffrom the long summer’s heat;a gourmet feast for cattlegrazing lazily in the meadows.The sounds of wood chopping,smells of burning leaves andmom’s pies baking in the oven,all warm, cherished memoriesof home in the fall;exquisite jewels in a crownI will wear in the long, cold, less comforting days of winter. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Is Here Never mine to hold,it soon ran its course;faded and disappearedwithout so much as a word. Youth made passagewith little ceremony;caught me off guardhow hard it would be to let go. Memories of other Springsother warm Summer daysstill have a life of their own,but the young girlthat lived them is gone. It's now Autumnthat rests here in my eyes,and winter waitsnot too far behind. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Leaves The fandango of Autumn,leaves traces in the windof all the yesterdaysturned nowto golden memory.She dancesthrough the leavesand through my heart;takes part of my soulwith herwherever she goes. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Relief Summers hot,exciting, busy;a feast ofsun and breeze,barbecues, parks,flowers, trees,beaches, vacations,moonlight walks. Autumn relief,slower paced time of change.Warm breezes become chilling windserasing, blowing away the colors.A season fades,bows to gray days of winter;storms wash away the yesterdays. Earth renewed; slumberingbeneath blankets of snow and ice,will re-awaken, expectant in spring;both man and natureeager for summer. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Renewal Autumn's chill hangs in the air.Lately my thoughts turn to her;they warm these October nightsas her birthday nears. Do I dream I see her whole againfilled with laughter and chatter?She IS a vision... young and prettyher mind sharp and witty. Who can know the truth of itwhether vision or visitor?I know this, I am comforted and find myself believing again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn Sanctuary A late afternoon sunHangs low in the sky;SilouettesThe landscapeAgainst the horizon.Flooded fields of riceGlitterIn its tangerine glow;BecomeInviting sanctuaryFor wearyWater fowlOn long journeys. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumns Past Autumn reminds me...of the happy recognition in your eyes;how they danced in anticipationwhen your favorite seasonbegan to appear. Autumn comforts me...when I remember your busy kitchen;the Autumn smells of appleand cinnamon and pumpkin spicein your scrumptious pies. I miss you most in Autumn...when the days and shadows grow long.The house feels so empty, always will;who else could ever fillit with a Mom's special kind of lovin',the kind you brought from the oven. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn's Song Autumn moves throughmy world with artist brush; I welcome and release the pastto the rush of her cleansing winds. She touches the soul of natureand caresses of my own sensesevery time she whispers,'the time has come for change.' As Summer's days fall from graceAutumn finds in my hearta warm and special place; and I never tire of her song. Carolyn Brunelle
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Autumn's Story Crinkled and curled inward,the once lush green beautyturns to paper imitationsin the cool night air.The last of Summer's glorychanges now in these Autumn days.Time nears they willlet go completely to flyto other destinies;their brilliant final shadesglowing flames of red and goldall moving toward a winter dawn. Carolyn Brunelle
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Awaiting The Sunlight Hidden within the heartare secret treasureslying dormantin the darknessawaiting only the sunlightof love’s discovery;surrendered willingly tothe one who earned the beautyfound there. Carolyn Brunelle
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Awake Still They fly freer at night; olddark memories and feelingsarrive on wings of sorrowgather at my feet andslash at tender restin a repeat of the past.They sing their sad songs;songs sung blue tocolor my elusive dreams,make the soul to ache.Hard to let them rest in peacewhen I lie here awakealert and receiving;but oh how I wishI could stop the music. Carolyn Brunelle
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Awareness The winds of changeSwing wideMy garden gate;Clearly a pathHas been made.NoObstaclesRemainExceptMy unwillingnessToMove on. Carolyn Brunelle
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Baked Surprise My latest effort riseslike so much yeasted dough;works its way to the topI can see it swell and grow. I double check myself;review all the directionsthat will bring the sweet promisefrom inception to perfection. I dusted it, punched it upmassaged and kneaded it,then covered and left it aloneto rest and breathe a bit. Now the time is rightto release it to its fate;the oven will do its magicI have only to grab a plate. Who knows what I will seebut I can barely waitbecause this just might bemy greatest creation to date. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bats Flying through the nightto suck your blood in their flighthow batty is that? Carolyn Brunelle
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Be Alive To feel alive be creativeand learn something new;keep the mind busyfind something to do.Fire up the brain cellsstoke the embers of age;there’s a whole book to be readif you keep turning the page.There’s a lot more to the storywith its own pay off and glory;exercise of that space between the earsis its own reward through many good years. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beating Heart You’ve always suspectedbut now you really knowwhatever happens in this lifeI'm forever a part of your soul.I'm in the very air you breathe,imprinted in your memories;have been from the starteven closer than you imagine,in the beating of your heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beautiful Flowers So many youthful daysspent unawarethat the hours,like flowers,are special gifts. Precious bouquets,fresh as morning dew,delivered to my doorin every color and hueand sweet fragrance. Each day of life,picked just for me,by God’s own hands;such treasuresdeservevery special care. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beautiful Pain All is not as it seems. In pictures she issmiling and happy;inside she’s reallycoming apart at the seams.You never really know do you.You never truly know;you simply cannot judgeby the face that they show,designer garments they wear;the smile of pretenseor that devil-may-care,breezy attitude.When the lights are lowand the moon is highonly the good lord knowswhat’s at unrest inside.Reaching out to the universe,she cries and pleadstotally immersedin self doubts, unmet needs,trying to figure life out.Photos present only a fantasyof a beautiful young girlin her prime, in her glory;underneath lies a different storyof another lost and frightened soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beautiful Smile A quick trip back to her country forUrgent and extensive dental work stillCost her far less where she hails from;Even with added airfare.What an enlightening difference in my ownCountry's health care costs.Able to lodge with familyHer return to those old rootsFor bridges, multiple root canalsAllowed time to visit old haunts,Take some nice little jaunts throughFamiliar sceneries, visit with familyEven gain a little weight, get a tan.Family back home neatly stacked upThe bills and newspapers, batched it;Most lost weight as they waitedFor the return of their belovedHome cooked meals.She returned with savings five times overAnd a perfectly beautiful smile. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beauty And Grace Beauty and grace,I still recognize the girlin the woman’s face;why can’t you see yourselfhere in my older eyes? Surely you must realizethe glory of the storieswas that, “love buildsthe strongest castles of all.” No amount of time or agecan alter the pages,the story we wrote togetherlong long ago when“Once upon a timethere was a princess.... “ Carolyn Brunelle
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Before Was a time he didn’t care,Before he sawThe way the sunlightDanced in her hair,Before he heard her laughFound that he loved freckles;Saw his life unfoldIn her big green eyes.Was a time she wasn’t there,Before he felt so aliveAnd important to somebody,Before he even knewHe was so alone,Before he could seeThat his lifeHad promise after all.Was a time he was lostAnd nobody cared ...But that was before. Carolyn Brunelle
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Before The Boat Sails All my days of youth I gladly devoted to family;gave it my all, did the best I knew,just like most women do. But life's moved on;things have changed. A grown Son's moved awaythe Granddaughter's in collegeeven parents are in a better place;seems it's my turn to have some space. So the housework and chores are left to waitwhile I explore other worlds, and create;while I paint and write and decorate my soulbefore my own boat sails and it's too late. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beginning To End A droplet in God’s big sea;no one even recognizes me.I am one among the manydisappearing in the massseen in waves that often crashupon the shore.I cleansewash away all the yesterdays.A clean slate I giveso life can begin againas dropp in a bucketa tear in the eyenot even a chanceto say goodbye. Carolyn Brunelle
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Being A Grandparent Wisdom grown from ageBlossoms into frustrationWith the cycles of life.Matters little that I did alright,What burdens I carried to the light;This old heart still breaks at the sightOf another generation; their own fight.Thank the good Lord aboveIt’s an enduring graceThat we are never alone;And there is no end to love.For though my children’s childrenBelieve it’s a brand new dayIt’s these same old prayersThat will light their way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Belly Button Here in tall summer grassesI survey the clouds on high;a spot far from the masseswhere I've found a place to hide.No light is shining here on meas it peeks in through the trees;apparently I've blended in just rightand fooled the inquisitive bees.They seem to love my belly buttonthough no lint is found withinjust a part of pollinating nature;I am now a flower to them. Carolyn Brunelle
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Beneath The Surface Sunken hopes andBroken dreamsLie at the bottom ofOf a dark seaWhere once I sailedHigh and mighty;A crushing blanketOf waterCovers my grief.A devastatingAcquaintanceWith realityHas me done inBy the heavinessOf my own folly.The sea was neverMine to rule,Wind and waveMade me a fool,Reduced meTo floating debris;All there was of meBut a passing memory. Carolyn Brunelle
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Big Girl With tiny little hands,barely able to grab ‘round the knob,she stretches and tippy toes with all her height;finally succeeding in opening the doorto sneak down the hall,all two and a half feet of her.Skidding across the hardwood floorsin footed pajamas,night terrors await in darkened hallwaysand staircases but she is determinedto do it this time all by herself.Finally reaching the landing,she slips and slides from each stepuntil she reaches bottom.Gingerly continuing her midnight adventure,favorite blanket dragging behind,she shuffles off for the kitchenstraight to the refrigeratorfor some milk and cookies.Her loyal, comforting friendsthrough all manner of boo boo’s,and assorted troubles of the day;mommy must have forgottenall about her need for them,for hugs, together time and stories too.But she’ll be proud tomorrow that she can take care of herself;mommy’s “big girl” trying not to needsomeone who isn’t there anymore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bits And Pieces Just as early rainsleave little buds of promisestrewn unfulfilledon the ground,a sudden change in my fortunehas cast my hopes and plansto the windin a cruel twist. Have to pick up allmy lost tomorrows;start over withone last hope remaining,.... the insurance.Have alwaysresented the hellout of insurance;those bits and piecesout of my life. But now,bits and piecesis all I have left;I need help to put it all backtogether again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bitter Goodbyes There’s never enough timeTo overcome the shadowOf what has become inevitable.Veiled within this loving heart; Hidden in its acceptance,Lies the hope that somedayMy lover’s kiss will be mineTo Hold. Now, in these bitter partings;Concealed in sweet embraces,I feel like the goodbye girl wonderingIf I will ever be his homecoming queen. Carolyn Brunelle
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Black And Blue I loved youback in the days of green fieldsand yellow daisies in the sun;now stained red with the blood of your lover.Your black murdering heartfinished my world in grey;left me here in this brown eartha pile of white bonesand these blues to sing forever. Carolyn Brunelle
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Blank Pages The universe waitsin anticipationof a writer’s heart....a heart open and readyfor inspiration. As rivers join sea,mind and penmove as effortlesslywhen muse meets the moment. Such a convergence,a union of the ages;fills the blank pagesof creation. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bloody Nothing lasts forever they sayit all eventually passes away;I think it’s time to say goodbyeand go our separate ways.All the love has simply run outmy heart feels more like a sieve;no way to fill that hole in your soulyou need more than I can give.Can’t fight that river inside youintent on pulling us apart;it won’t get any betterbetter to get a fresh new start.Once upon a timethis love was everythingbut I’ll never be what you need;it’s futile to keep on tryingwhen all we do now is bleed. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bloomin' Boomer I may not be everyone’s cup of teafrankly that’s fine with me.A sterling product of my historybut I’ve come a long wayfrom the rock n' roll days. Been a long time growingsinging a new tune,allowing myself to bloom;I'm a 'Bloomin' Boomer'. I own myself, make my own choiceand I speak my mind from an empowered voice;I'm an old gal blossoming beautifullyinto who she was always meant to be. Carolyn Brunelle
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Blossoms Blossoms spring from darkness;From slumbering depthsBeneath snows of winter.Time to awaken! Life waits to burstFrom hopes hidden,Bud from unseen mysteries of old;In their appointed time. Spring! We call your name and rejoiceCome forth, oh maiden of earth,It is time to dance. Carolyn Brunelle
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Blue A child’s worldInterrupted,The dance ofA blue tango inSomeone else’s story;A bubbleOf blue memoriesFloats foreverIn the oceansOf the heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Blues Used to see himGrinnin’ and pickin’Out his own tunes;Spent most of his timeAnd moneyLearning the rules;Going to schools.But somewhere along the lineHe lost his ambition,Buried the lessons;Forgot the teachers.Lives hand to mouthOnly plays the bluesSince he gave his soul away.Some still stop for awhileTo listen;Throw money in the hat.But he’s gone.Gone into his own worldPaying life’s dues;It’s what he chooses.They’re still togetherSince they found one another;A perfect pairGoing nowhereInside the world of booze,Just him and his guitarPlaying the Blues. Carolyn Brunelle
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Book Worlds It never takes longto set the stage;fire the imaginationfrom page to page.It’s high adventure,a call of the wild;another great readfor a book lovin’ child. Whether mystery,romance,or bit of history,poetry, proseor biography,the mind can travelas far as it can seethrough the words and ideasthat spark its creativity. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bored How can some peopleBe ‘bored’ with free time?There are few things as refreshingFollowing a lifetime’s hard workRife with burdens and responsibilities. How can one be boredBeing able to read, listen to music,Relax and actually enjoy life?Seems to me, boredom is a totalLack of appreciation for somethingMany will never experience.Some open spaces motivate us, othersStimulate revelation in moments tranquil.And all of it should be valued,Held preciousBy those who are able to revelIn such a luxury,As having enough time to kill. Carolyn Brunelle
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Born Free Who are you to bend and break herrule another sentient state;deem her one true purpose in lifebe at the mercy of what you dictate? How many roads she'll never takehow many dreams unrealizedwhen forced to fill the expected roleof wife and parent in this life? How dare you speak for a anotherand grieve the spirit within;it is you that violates holy groundwhile you label hers with sin. Possessing the gifts and talentsto fulfill her own destiny;Woman is not defined by her gendershe is a soul born inherently free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bound For Glory SomewhereBetween lost and foundOn a trainBound for glory,It’s an age old storyOf blinded faith;Faith in a GodThat wants her to give.So give till it hurts sister;Give from your meager.Many are waitingWilling and eagerTo have you plant that seedFrom which their pocketsWill grow.Besides, you’ll never knowOr ever believeThat humanity could be so low,Because it was JesusTold you so. Carolyn Brunelle
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Brave New Spirits Small little minds follow someone else's rulesin devotion to minutia, the favored toolsof perfectly controlled order, all just so so;a strangulation of spirit and life's natural flow. Asked not to think, but merely to conform,how refreshing and beyond the normwhen brave new spirits dare to be freeof what others say they should be. Eagerly they create their own destiny.read their own stars; sail their own seas,live and become all they are meant to be,as they chart their own way home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Break-Up She says,He says...both saying the same thingsjust not to each other.Money for the analyst,the doctor, the lawyerand child support;nothing but heartachefor parents, children,friends, rest of the family.But what the hellit's done and overtime to move on;all other heartsdrag behindin the dust. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bring Me Wine Many of life’s pleasures are as wine to the palate,the smell of a new roseblossoming in spring,stirring music,delicious food;stimulating conversation. Senses enlivened and joyful;humanness in celebration of itselfforgetting the fight,the judgments,heavy burdens lightened. Let me drink deeply oflife’s goodness,bold, envigorating and filling.How thirsty I amfor living, forgiving,and simply being. Carolyn Brunelle
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Broken And Hurt Inside An Acrostic using 'Broken And Hurt Inside' Believing you would receive, youReached outOnly to have theKnife in your gut driven deeper.Eventually you learnedNot to be so gullible. Answers cannot be found in othersNor will healing be instantaneous; yourDenials keep you chained. Have you not heard orUnderstood? Though aResolute heartTries again and again to be free It is held captive by its past.Nothing willSave you painInside the soul'sDomain, whenEvery memory bleeds. Carolyn Brunelle
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Broken Beauty Bits of thisand chunks of that;I'm fascinatedby mosaic artistry.It's so hopefuland compellingthat something of beautycan be createdfrom the broken. Carolyn Brunelle
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Broken Bond A bond made then broken,cast aside to some greater need,changed the course of a lifeinside and out from choices made.Abandoned love frozen in timenever fully understands,or forgives;never completely heals. Carolyn Brunelle
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Broken Camelot Like so much shattered glassit lies on the floor;our camelot exists no more.Gone to the fatesblown to the four winds;some things cannot be fixed.I wonder nowif these devastating woundswill ever mend.Nothingness permeates the room.Nothing can be said;Nothing can be done ashope crumbles inside heartsbeaten and sorely bruised.Drenched in old familiar tears,here among the shards of glassI stand in a broken placeand wish I had the strengthleft in my soul somewhereto kick your selfish ass.Yet, even this broken lovestill praysyou find your way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bruised Nothing amusingabout takinga bruising in life;being knocked about byinsufferable indignities.Strugglingonly getsthe windknocked outof the sails.Might as wellgo with the flow;winds continue to blowand take me back out to seatattered sails and all.A banged up shipI may be,but she still sails;in a calmer timeany damagescan be overcome. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bubbles Somewhere on a balcony above mesomeone blows bubbles into a morning sky;now caught up in the wind they floatin all colors by my window.This stranger and Ishare a small expression of life;the simple joy in this moment.Dawn breaks on the horizonand I tell myself I must experiencemore of these “moments” in my life, before I, too, drift away...like bubbles in the sky. Carolyn Brunelle
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Bugged Bugs me no endwhen they willy nillyinvite themselvesinto my domain.Autumn's arrivalhas themtrying to escapethe cold and rain.But I refuse sanctuarycall me inhospitablebut they get the messagewhen I haul out the spray. Carolyn Brunelle
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California Coast The empty harbor's waters glitterlike so many diamonds,her fishing boats dot the horizonof the open sea beyond.Summer skies above the cliffsteem with birdshang gliding in the air currents;it is a place where one can breathe.Breathing fresh ocean airwithout a care in the world,we are thirsting valley childrenteased into returningby these seagulls and sea breezesto find peace for our yearning souls.Here we can bask; relaxin a little piece of paradise,drink our Merlot,and taste the good life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Candle Some said in simple reverence for daily graces,many unspoken from sobbing heartsof destitute souls in despair;still others whispered on behalfof loved ones somewhere. As they cling to the same hope for intervention, a miracle,a bit of comfort or guidance,aching spirits on their knees reach out to a Godwho might still be in the business of moving mountains.With their wounds and fears they bleed, beg, bargain and plead... Not this! Not now! Not ready!O God, hold me steadysee my needand please, please hear my prayerfrom out of this darkness. Carolyn Brunelle
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Castle Catastrophe Where once a castle stoodbeautiful and strong,built on years of concreted trust;one heart now retreats behind its walls. Defending some perceived attack,the gates have closed to understanding;no one knows what to sayand there’s no explanation anyway. All that remains are hearts lying in ruin;cast aside in the rubble of a Camelotgone awryand no one can tell them why. Carolyn Brunelle
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Castle Truce Not so cold,a bit less guarded,she has at least allowedtentative entrance.In a quick rejectionthat broke our hearts;all that remainedwere the stony wallsof unbearable silence.Now in a castle truce,we engage in re-connection;tread familiar hallsin search of new entryways. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cats A cat can be so delightfuleven when they’re being spiteful,over some grievance that hasdispleased them;while you’re simplytrying to appease them.Stubborn and willfulthey ignore your pleas;leave you beggingand dropped to your knees.Convinced you have losttheir affections for sure,suddenly theyreappear at the door.Gleefully you respond totheir obvious invitation;then they act indifferentto the whole situation.Left in a state of puzzlementthey again returnin playful wonderment;and seem to ask“Why won’t you play,Why do you keep walking away? ” Carolyn Brunelle
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Caught Up Caught upin the breeze rustling my hair,I feel life still here in these old bones.Light spillsinto dark corners of my mind;makes me aware of eternal breath.All my life is gift;each enlightenmenta step forward on the pathto a bigger world.Caught up in a moment'sdelectable reverie,I become a smileon God's eternal facefully alive again andaware of His grace. Carolyn Brunelle
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Celebration Too much celebratinghas me happy to close the day,drained and also kind of sad;not real sure what to say. No longer a mere numberin all my long range plansI have to deal with this best I can,Social Security is just a month awaysince I turned sixty two today. Didn’t want candlesnor a fancy dancy cake;my family’s love and good wishesare all that is needed to takeme through yet another year. And I am grateful to be living ithealthy and in style,but understand I’d rather not seeanother birthday for awhile. Carolyn Brunelle
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Change A new seasonPeeks round the corner;I can almost smellThe fresh blossomsSee the bright colors.I am moved past reasonWhen stormsBluster and blow;Because I still believeChange is coming...Whether or notIt shows. Carolyn Brunelle
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Changes He’s always changing directionI’m sure he doesn’t even knowhe changes the channelsin the middle of shows;changes his storiesfrom yesterdayto day. I’m a little mad, a tad off tootrying to play these mind gamesIt’s “I didn’t say that;how could you ever believe? ”“Well, because that iswhat you said, notsomething just perceived! ” He gets angrythen so do I..he simply just forgets,none of it is a purposed lie.We’re both getting older andeach new day brings a new glitch;things aren’t always so goldensome parts are a genuine bitch. Carolyn Brunelle
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Character Beneath the sunThe grape grows sweet;Beneath the skinDoes truth run deep.Stories are toldIn labels boldBut none can sayWhat really lies within.Character will outAs it pours forthIn sweet bouquet;There alone shall truthHave its say. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cheers To Autumn All I seem to want is my Chardonnay,to reminisce, find ways to play.Thoughts of vacations;relaxed days by the seaboth tease and please me. Perhaps with the advent of fallI’m not ready to make the change;move on quite yet.I still cling to warm, lazy days;trying to find lots of other wayssummer remnants can still be enjoyed. For now, I must remain employed,get a full measure of work done;but I can still see those beaches,cherish those days in the sun.So, cheers to the beauty of autumn,but summer sure was a lot of fun. Carolyn Brunelle
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Child Within She'll stomp at me in defiancehold her fists up in the air;I'll get sick when she cries and screamsand tries to pull out her hair. The tantrums get my attentionit's her way to make me hear;there's an angry raging part of myselfgoing to make itself quite clear. It's so easy to get busy, forget that she existsthough we've been through all this before;the only reason she gets royally pissedis when all I do is work, life's no fun anymore. Joy is the child inside this woman;God help me never to forgetto make time for the things she loves or there'll be ample reasons for regret. Carolyn Brunelle
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Circle Completed Time to look away, farinto some other blue sky morning;time to free the soul and risecease the time for mourning.Try out the wings and believe againtake some comfort from what has past,pick up the pieces of all your dreamshold onto them hard and fast.Within a breast made heavy with sorrowthere is still reason for hope in tomorrow.Nothing lasts forever, a whisper on the windwe can only come for such a little whilebefore destiny takes us home again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cloak And Dagger Every time he slips it onfor protectionagainst the crueltiesof life's foul windsand fair weather friends,he yearns to be another.One who doesn't play itstraight and by the rules;one who could fearlesslycast his fate to those windsso he could choosehis own roads andcreate his own destiny.But instead he hidesfrom the world and himselfstabs the tender reed;and makes his own soul bleed. Carolyn Brunelle
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Closed Door She blows out the candle,passes through the doorwayand closes the door behind her. What was, is finished.What is, is yet to be. Another candle is lit;a fresh light for a new dayand another journey begins. Carolyn Brunelle
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Clothed In Wonder Their delicate stepsLead themFrom the forestTo feedWhile I canOnly snap picturesOf suchNaked freedom. Quiet envySees themSlipBackInto wildnessLeaving meClothed in wonder;TrappedBehind glass. Carolyn Brunelle
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Coming Home Last remnants of afternoon sunfade into a colorful hazebehind a landscapeof white birch and snow.Shadows of long blue arms stretch longer and longer from the woodto cross roads and cover bridges. The sounds of school bus doorsclap open and closedbefore grinding away andleaving last drop-offsto make breathy clouds in the airwith their giggling and chatter;all excited and anxious to get home. Behind each glowing orange windowa harbor of inviting dinner smells,clanking dishes, TV, laughter,and family waiting to gatherto evening tablewith last stragglers to arrive. Finding the way to safe harborbrings an end to the day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Competition Hit a line driveor maybe a homeruntry your hardest;hope the effort will be recognized.Many supportand cheer for youbutcannot play as you do.A special thrillgiven to so manywho can only watch the game;but stillwant to be a part of it all.You're next up tothat plate,yet another test;you knowit always restson the next ball. Carolyn Brunelle
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Complicated Not many days ended whennavigation of that craggy mountain terraindid not require all the survival skillspainfully learned over a lifetime.A struggle of wills and historiescarved complicated relationshipsover the many years and landscapes.Love was a river that ran deep;But I learned to swim its rough waters.Now all of it liesdeep in the earth with them;deeper still in this heartthat is ever gratefulto those who made it strong. Carolyn Brunelle
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Considerate Man Following a phone callTo report his dilemma,I’m sitting on the front porchWaiting for my biker sonTo arrive with a flat tire;in need of a ride.Of all the times this momWaited for him as a teenTo return home safely;What I wouldn’t have givenFor cells phones, the assuranceOf a call like this back then.Thankfully, he grew up safely;And I smile to myself knowingHe’s also managed to grow upTo be a considerate man as well. Carolyn Brunelle
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Coyote Weeping coyoteBays at the moon;Its solitary naturePowerlessTo coaxThe ball of lightTo come and play. Carolyn Brunelle
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Crazy Fools She likes wild and beastlyhe just wants it meantogether they're real fussed upbut at least it's their own little scene. Both definitely twisted andnothing else helps them to cope;so she's happy as the ringmasterand he's her dope on a rope. They are the pu-urr-rfect coupleone so sxxxxy, one so cruelnothing real about the gamesthey're just lost and crazy fools. Carolyn Brunelle
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Creativity It's a buzz thatbeleaguers and houndsthe hell out of me;a gnat that clamors in my ear.It follows me into slumberpulls on the pillow of my dreams;awakens me to extended dialoguewhen I'm brushing, flushingbathing, eating.Only as it arrives on the pagedoes the little bugger cease its demands;only then is there peace.Such persistence of thought,how hard it foughtits way from the id;is that a credit to meor simply a creative forcethat needs to be set free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Critical Review No rhyme, no rhythmcall it what you will; itsays nothing and poorly,you clearly have no skill.You’re a child’s drawingseeking approvalto the point of disease;despite all the re-writesit's still not going to please.Nothing you can dowill ever make it float;bottomed out on critic’s seasyou're just another sunken boat. Carolyn Brunelle
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Crowded Phone rings beforeI even get out of bed;I know who it isShe’s old, she wants to talk.Bathroom is occupiedEach time I need itI have to wait till later.An appointment drives meTo the shower yet he wantsTo talk;Stands next to me theWhole time I dry my hairPut on makeup.Seems I can’t make a moveThat I am not smothered today.God how I wish for someOf my own space;My own air to breathe.These wrangled nervesCould use a little solitudeAnd some peace and quiet. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cruelest Dance A treasured innocencebroken and bloodied;its ruby tearsencase memoriesthat can never be erased. Life's a cruel little dancewhen the joy of youth dies before it should;becomes an angerthat won't forgive and can't forget,even when it wishes it could. Carolyn Brunelle
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Crumbs Only crumbsLie on my plateFollowingThe consumptionOf a most delicious read.Now I must digestThe feast;Try to get comfortableAgainIn my own skin. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cry For Help Confused,you asked for advice;in a dilemma you reached out.I respondedonly to have you become angry.You are afraid;resentfulwhen anyonetries to help.What you really needis direction;directionto your own inner voicesThe anger tells meyou already know your answer. Carolyn Brunelle
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Crystal Clear Blue Eyes He’s always hadcrystal clearblue eyes;I always thoughtsomehow they representedthe clarity of his character.Youth now fadedalong with hair; teeth,perhaps a bit of the sharpnessof memory,butbehind those eyesthere still liesa genuine heart,a man of strength,honesty; good character.Maybe it’s true after all,that the eyesare the windowof the soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cup O' Joe Dear God, it’s late; the sun is up,but I haven’t a clue where I put my cup.You know my mind is there with it.I’ll never get past the gear of “slow”;my day will be ruined without my joe,please help me find that damned cup.Hot and fresh,just the aroma alonewakes me from my stuporhey! there’s my cup, how super!Grind the beans,pour in the water;now I’ll feelprecisely as I outta,Forgive my language,my temper, my smut,but you know I’m a messtill I’ve had my first cup. Carolyn Brunelle
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Cycle Some keep theirpain well hidden ina blockage of emotionthat breeds contemptand feeds upon itselfwhen not addressed. Denial looks awaywith nothing to say;but the heartin a crushof feelings unspoken,bleeds and gushes.It never stops achingand there’s no mistakingthe steeled exterior,cold as any cella self made hellwith wounds leftto fester in the dark. Soon its foulness leakson an unsuspecting world;sickening and destroyinginnocent lives around it.The walking woundedsoon become emotional cripples;creators of tomorrow’s wounded. And so begins a cycle. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dad Anger was the emotion of the dayAnger that just wouldn’t go away;For years it tore holes in my heartWracked my soulNearly ripped me apart.But time has its wayOf cooling the volcanoes inside; I came to see a lot of thingsDifferently with these aging eyes. It wasn’t just meChanging through the years;It was hard to see him through the tearsOf his regrets;We all have our sorrows come to haunt usAt the end of the day.So Dad I just wanted to sayI sincerely love and forgiveI know you feel the same way too,We are ALL just human beingsDoing our limited bestAnd whatever we are able to do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dance Of Life spring waters falling from mountainsidescrashing, splashing, gushing, roaring,carve a presence in the rockwhose great stony arms help itsdescent to the pools and streams below.a mighty, rushing, flowing, spilling, glorious journey,as it spins and twirls itself to the sea.in a sashay and flourish of ruffled skirts,it performs a dance of lifeto a thirsty world. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dancers Of The Universe A storied birthbeneath a bright star;a death that goes unnoticedin some land afar. Each serves a purposeon life’s puzzling stage;as one story is ending,the other begins an age.Dancers of the universeall part of an unknown plan. In a time and in a seasonwith no apparent reason,the ballerina rises to her toeslifts her arms and strikes a pose;and just what it all meansno one really knows. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dancing With Words It’s never easy being in your head,where all the sounds and syllables are saidin broken lines and fragments of thought;a dance where all the words are caughtin a wild crazy-making music of the mind.A merry-go-round of thoughts and ideas tossed about in a whirlwind of scattered language.Only a writer can knowjust how it should all goso that it means something;comes together in harmony and singsand what joy there is in that creation. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dark Days (Goodbye To King George) I dreamed of knightsIn shining armor,Of rescued maidens fair,Evil dragons and castle roads;The lives of the peasants there.But in those times of oldMen in power could be quite cold,fight any wars they conceivedBy sacrifice of the poor;In numbers beyond belief.Kings lorded over their kingdomsIt was the rule of the day,That royals were in control of it all;There was nothing anyone could say.But, in reality one knowsSure as the wind blowsThere's a time to awakenFrom dark days of royal rule,For all meet their destiny one day.She brought lessons to teachAnd things to say..........“Never again allow the reign of fools,And let all such dreams fade away.” _____________________________________________Google search 'autumlovr's 360 blog' for illustrated postings of my poetry...... Carolyn Brunelle
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Dark Passage Where is she? They searched and searched to no avail.The whole neighborhood had failedWhen finally she showed an hour late;Stood innocently with glowing childhood taleOf carved tree trunks in the wood. Lest he again entertain the awful terrorStill lodged firmly beneath it,That grim knot of anger in his gutDemanded satisfaction and release. All he knew to do was lash out,His rage and fury striking blow after blowOn tender skin;So neither of them would ever knowSuch fear again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Day's End The landscape becomes a silhouetteagainst a western sky becoming brighterwith each degree of a Pacific sunbeginning its descentinto a waiting horizon. Harbor's horn calls to its childrenit's 'time to head back home.'Those already in safe mooringsgingerly unload their catch of the day,conclude their charters. Tourists and locals alikemill around the cliffs, walk the shores.With expectation, wine in hand, they wait for the showas it splashes itself across the sky. For many, a perfect end to the day.A time to pause and enjoythe natural world's artistry;a chance to experience the wonder of another astounding California sunset. Carolyn Brunelle
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Days Of Dreams It's bye bye to innocent dreamsmaking wishes on stars;the magic in moonbeams. Thought you had the world on a string,the cost didn’t mean a thing‘til a rock slide of reality broke you. Without wings a grounded hope cries,but wiser are the tears wept from empty pocketsbeneath starless skies. Carolyn Brunelle
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Days Of Innocence Some things we keep forever.Happiest moments from youthmost cherished,we keep safe in the attic of memorylike one would protect dearest heirloomsfrom spoilage of time. Childhood’s treasure chestwith its old photos, bits of this and that,all capture the life of a girlcatching fireflies on a hot summer’s eve;the smell of burning leaves in autumnthose fresh baked pies from mama’s oven. Cherry cokes, hot fudge sundaes,burgers, fries and school on Mondays,proms, dresses, vinyl rock n’roll,snow day and skip days and that's not allfamily dog's rescue from a lightning stormsaved little brother from a bully’s harm andmarried the boy saved me a seat on the bus. Like dear old friendsthese sweet memoriesfrom yesteryearstoke the embers, light the fires; comfort me like warm blanketsI wrap around mein chill of age. Carolyn Brunelle
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Deadly Distractions Amidst the racket of clanking dishesSlamming doors, sloshing washerAnd buzzing alarm of the clothes dryer,I get the distinct feeling thatHis vacuuming will suck awayMy last remaining nerve. I’m attempting to write a verse or two;In much need of some peaceful repose.But god only knowsHow THAT’S going to take placeIn a world turned to such chaos.Lost is the tranquil space I need to create. Is this to be my new reality? ? ?His never ending busyness andIns and outs showing me his latest discovery,Sharing details from a race or golf game;Tasting his latest culinary concoction. Such incessant interruptionsDevastate a writer’s flow;Become weapons of destructionAnd there goes another perfect train of thoughtDerailed, as it crashes and burnsWith the sound of his returning footsteps. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dealing You are in and outInsanely busyWith projectsLoading up the carFor even moreDestinations. I busy my mindAnd write.Poems free my mind,My soul.It works;Feeling no pain. What’s to gainIs the break,The spaceWe both needFrom the issue,From lifeAnd...From one another. Carolyn Brunelle
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Death And Re-Birth Since her passing I can suffer and moantill hell freezes over;nothing helps soothe this place in me,this emptiness of being a Motherless child. I may be a product of my societycapable of determiningmy own destiny;but now it's a struggle and strainTo re-define myself all over again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Defining Moment Few of my fearsever came to fruition,but God knowsthey kept me awake at nightand on my knees.And none of those tearschanged a thing,they just madeME sick;robbing meof precious moments.When I found peacein my inner world,oddly enoughpeace began to rulein my outer one.Relationships healedbecause I let goof the past,the unmet needs;the expectations,held on to what I still hadand made that better.I managed to overcomenot by my might or strengthbut because I put an endto war and let it go.Then, and only then,did I truly begin to live. Carolyn Brunelle
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Deja Vu It wasn’t in a lover’s kisswe hadn’t even touched,it was something in your eyesthat spoke to me so much.A recognition,a remembering,a sense of Deja vu,a feelingwe’ve been here before;that somehow I’ve always known you.How it could be possible,I’ve pondered itthrough the years,but all I really know,is that to me,it seems crystal clear.Beyond good luckor happenstance,some thingsare meant to be,whether by design,or serendipity,like this connectionbetween you and me.Many yearshave come and gonethe ‘familiar’ feelingis still here;an even stronger sensethat you and I my dear,will meet again somewhere. Carolyn Brunelle
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Desktop Poet A flat black and white screenbecomes portalthrough which other worlds empty,one pixel,one keystroke at a time. No longer dormant in darkness;all the unspoken thingsfly from her soulbefore she dies with it alllocked inside. Carolyn Brunelle
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Destiny's Star Time and spacewon't erase your facefrom my heart.no matter where you gohow long,or how far.You will always bein my skymy love. Destiny’s star.will always guide usto each other worldswhere once again,side by sidewe will walk togetherin some bright new day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Determined Endurance It's a damn hard fightfrom beginning to end.Why would any of uswant to continueblindlystumbling,bumblingwith no cluewhat it's all about? But we do each and every day.Determination gets it together,holds on to it,makes it through;finds another wayto make do. Why hang in and hang on;search for something insideto keep going,when all the whilewe're alonein the darkpraying to a Godwe hope like hell is there;and the roadreally doeslead .... somewhere. Carolyn Brunelle
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Devoted Weaver Painstakingly, she handweaves grassWith bits of turquoise, river rocks, quartz;An amazing artistry, a creationRich in color, texture; design. Her life a similar tapestry,Tending babies, minding the fire;Cleaning pelts and taning hidesAs provider of clothing and shelter. When the night falls upon ‘this’ dayHer family, wrapped in warm furry love,Will eat their freshly picked berriesFrom her beautifully made basket. Carolyn Brunelle
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Different Notes, Same Song He’s off somewhere nowIn his own little worldAs the sounds of his guitarDrift in from another room.I put finishing touches to myLatest poetic creation and realizeWhat little difference it all makes;Nothing ever really separates us.His is the last face I seeAt the end of my day;The first, bringing my morning coffee.This old love has finally freed us to flyFearlessly and explore our differences;It’s a music all its ownAnchoring us to the homeWe have created in one another. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dinner Party A dinner party is a terrific idea!You bring pictures from your vacation;I have some gifts for you from mine,We’ll all have a nice dinnerPerhaps even sip a little wine.They arrived two hours laterThan was originally planned;Still she had the hopeIt would turn out just grand.But nothing was really right;Was uncomfortable from the startWhen suddenly it all endedIn a rush and a quick parting.Now, night after nightFrom an aching heart so deepShe tosses and turns andContinues to weep.And to grieveFor those who only pretended to care,Who just wanted to be off elsewhere;Because for her, the awful stingAnd hurt of it, didn’t at all end there. Carolyn Brunelle
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Direction Autumn is everywherefelt in each day’s chill;seen in fading landscapesthrough my valley, across the hills.Summer grows tired and ready to fly away;so are they, honking old familiar farewells.Their formations dot the fall skies;and stirs this deep envy in me.Some creatures always seem to knowwhen and where they are going;and how to find their way back home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Disappointment Cool breezy nightsAlready push away summer;Prepare the landscapeFor the onset of Fall.All hope for that beach vacationTo walk barefoot in sandAnd drown last winter’s bluesIs lost at sea.Awash in the wavesOf a changed global climate,Wrecked by a seasonOf nature’s discontent;That ship failed Before it had a chance to sail.Leaves will change and disappearAnd I will still be hereConfused as the weather;Looking for familiar seasonal signsThat will never come.Summer is almost gone;And Autumn is sure to beAs much a stranger. Carolyn Brunelle
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Discovery He was ‘the new kid’they used to say;the one left outof all their fun and play.Was so hard to make friendsgod knowshow hard he tried;the tears criedwhen no one else could seebelongingwas all he wanted.Time moved on, so did he;wounds of childhoodled him appropriatelyto becomeA mentor, a big brother you see.Figured lifehad somehow meant him to bealong side thoseeasy for him to understandother young heartsin need of a friend. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dishing His industry grates on her nervesLike so much cheeseStirred into a frenzyIn one more sizzling saute’;One more culinary delightLeft for her to clean up.His passion fulfilledHer empty plateOf words left unsaid;And worlds unexplored.Others used to say“He missed his best calling”;She wishes nowHe’d answered itFrom some other kitchen. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dissidents Why have the people gone silent?No more voicesfor justice and equality ring;those shouting, screaming, gutsy,in-your-face dissidents. Where are the brave?who in everyday life willstand up and dare to speak out?Are there no more noble spirits whowork for peace, quality leadership,demand freedom, equal choices,and respect under our constitution? Do we not, as human beings,ALL deserve the same simple rightto live our own lives;fulfill our own dreams?Why have the people gone silent? Carolyn Brunelle
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Dragon If I were SantaI would have left youthe gift of peace,or a fairy godmotherI would have wavedaway your pain and regret.If I'd been a dragonmy hot breath could'veburned up the anger in youmelted the hate you learnedincinerated the fear too.We might evenhave become friendsme and you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dreamer She's a dreamer and a schemerwho works the universe of possibilitieswith a determined mind;she wills herself to succeed. She makes plans and plotsknowing it will take a lotof hard work and skillbut she's got time to kill;her whole life lies ahead of her. She talks the talk,walks the walk;realizes better than mosthow anything goes in a dream worldbut making any of it real, is all up to her. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dreamers There is a returningand a final releasefrom these mortal lives;o sweet rest;well earned peace. Wearied spirits given gracethrough resting minds,slip easily past shadowed veil;in dreams begin toremember their way back home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dressed For Spring Summer's warmthin shades so lush and greengrows weary; bows out to the ageof Autumn’s vibrant flush of color. Color that gracefully disappears in the windas blast of winter rushes into sketch out another worldin black in white. The green and the gold fall to slumberstripped bare beneath blankets of snowtill the warmth of a spring sun returns;to awaken and re-dress the earth in rainbowsthat promise new life in living color. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dust To Dust It was a long time ago;sure the world asks for duesbut it doesn’t owe you.Your choices and decisions cost a lot;and you ate your share of dust.You can keep all that in your heartif you must,but the world is what you make it;blessing or curse.It can be cruel and unforgiving,or kind and healing to any willing to let go. Carolyn Brunelle
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Dying Leaf Its odd shapeStartlesAt each re-discovery;In the treeOutside my windowA little black birdSits and waits,Never toFly away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Each Storm Each storm carvesa new shore;cleans the slateof yesterdays.All new sands awaitfresh footprints;the courageof willing explorers. Carolyn Brunelle
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Earrings Out of character, she wearsEarrings that dangle and sparkle,Laughs loud and loves the grapeThat frees her for awhile.Frees her from her old ageFrom her fears;From a lifeThat is slowly choking out the funThat still lives in her head. Carolyn Brunelle
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Earthen Jar (A Prayer Poem) O Lord, divine potter of my soul;I am not a vessel of sterling beauty,the golden goblet or the silver chalice. I am an earthen jar crafted in simplicity;I've become scarred and brokenthrough my years. But fill this cup Lord. Let your lightshine through all the cracks and crevices;I will sparkle in the eyes of men. When they see how common clay glistens,it is You shining through me, as I am,that will draw them to the light within. Carolyn Brunelle
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Echoes Of Laughter Echoes of laughtercreate a music in the airfrom the life that teemsand seemsto be everywhere,flowers are abloomin dazzling array;trees tickled by the breezebegin to dance and sway.The long winter is retreatingas temperatures soar,a new season is upon us;stands laughing at the door. Winter’s tears of sorrowfor those who have gone away,sparkle in the lightof a new season of hope;life goes on,there is still reason to rejoice. Carolyn Brunelle
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Enemy Or Teacher Is cancer an enemyhere to destroy me,or teacher come to walk with me for awhile?Will it bring me to my knees in surrenderor lead me on to higher places?And, do I really need the answers anyway?Maybe I should spend my timebeing thankful;grateful that I am where I am.I am neither destroyed,nor washed away;just simply more awarethat life has limitations.Who needs forever anyway,when I still have you;your love in my lifeand my faith to get me through. Carolyn Brunelle
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Enter At Your Own Risk The heart may easily open its doorsAllowing you to feel most welcomed;At ease as you enter those private chambersBut you must beware, my friend.Such beauty can be quite enchantingWith its wondrously mysterious places,But you never really knowWhat lies hidden in the shadows there.Waiting to be discovered in that unknown,The loveliest things can still crush your soul,Leave you wasted and wanting;Lost forever in a black holeOf your own regrets and tears.It is only those who will chase away the fearsTo openly risk the embrace of its depths,Who will ultimately find salvation in its light. Carolyn Brunelle
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Escape Cool ocean breezesCalm the fevered rushOf city dwellers;A soothing balm toWeary caravans whoFind their way toIsland treasure.Tis’ a crown jewelFor vacation seekers, thisWine country by the sea,Fine dining, warm beachesPlenty to do and see.Here it lies waiting,A treasure chestFor zealous loversOf clear turquoise waters,Miles of seascape,A most precious escapeFrom the things of man;The place they yearn to be. Carolyn Brunelle
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Everlasting Arms She hears their voices sometimesLate at nightWhen the rest of the world sleeps.They tell her things she needs to hearNot to worry so much, or to simplyRelax, not be so hard on herself. Their closeness a soothing balmTo an aching heart, one that can't sleep forTrying to find answers that elude her in the day;Some inner compass so she can find her way. They were always there to lean onWhen she wrangled with some dilemma;Ready to offer a cup of coffee,Some advice or at least a shoulder. And even now, they reach outAll the way from that other place,So she can feel them holding herIn the arms of their undying love. Carolyn Brunelle
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Evil Planting A lovely garden growing thereCast aside in frenzy’s pace,To plant some evil thingDeep wthin soft virgin soil. No thought for innocence;No grace fell thereUpon child-like eyes,Just the hate-filled doing of it. Fields of gloryRipped asunder, with no careFor smallest wonderFlourishing there. Pushed aside for blind purposeThe heart of a flower beats no more;Silence falls on sparrow song,For death is a quiet thing. But someday the soiled memoryWill pierce through time and space;See the awful thing rooted there,.................. and scream. Carolyn Brunelle
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Excuse Me Excuse me as I disappear to the cellarwhere yesterday's sorrow played out and diedwhere tears flowed free before they all dried;nothing's pretty about this place of goodbyes. Only bits and pieces lie strewn everywherea mosaic unfinished but I don't seem to care;lately it's become abundantly clearI've overcome whatever brought me here. So today is moving day and it's time to clean;each step made lighter for what I have gleanedfrom the cellar, and what I remove from thereand bring to the light at the top of the stair. Carolyn Brunelle
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Extraordinary Beauty They thriveIn unexpected places.Some gently tendedGiven every advantage,Others must work harder;All manage such inherent beautyIn most extraordinary ways...Some cling to life on a fenceBreak over wall and through walk;Emerge even from thorn and rock.And if you really take stockNone are ever the sameIn color, shape or family name.Each being so unique,Different as night and day,Each will find its own pathAnd dazzle in its own way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Eyes On The World Possessed of both beauty and grace,her young innocent eyes wide openwith excitement and promise; canbarely wait to step into the world she sees. I am hopelessly captivatedby that placewhere beauty remains in a young mind;where joy and laughter rests unspoiled,splashes with abandon in pools of hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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Facing It You can put a stop to itif only for a day;speak to any darknessand make it go away. So much power lost in fearthat we simply give away;strip ourselves of what we needto get us through our day. We'd rather rant and rageeven allow it a full stagethan stand and speak TO itbeyond our passive outrage. But if you're brave enough,any giant can be slainif you have the courage to face itand call it by its name. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fading Warriors * Each day the flame weakensold soldiers, old liberatorstheir deeds, our memory of them;fading candlelight in the winds of time. Their granite carved glories,passing into history;20th Century heroes who handed usa future they have no home in. ________________________________ by Carolyn Brunelle *At the start of the year, VA estimated the total current survivingWorld War II veterans at 5,032,591. VA projects about 414,000 deathsamong our World War II veterans this year, for a daily rate of about 1,135. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fairies And Fireflies Where fairies and firefliesand other magical things,are glowing in moonlighton gossamer wings,a dreamer childflies into the night. Out among the starsin far away places,her heart finds its splendor;its sweetest gracesin the freedom to soarto dream and explorethe worldslying deep within her. ______________________________________________________Google search: 'autumlovr's blog' for graphic illustration of this piece Carolyn Brunelle
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Fall From Grace It’s a long way downTo fall on your faceCrash to the groundSo far from graceLoss the only tradeFor choices made.Come home againTo your rightful placeStand and pay your due,Love isn’t interestedIn condemning you.You can findYour way backTo that place on high,Just believe in yourselfSpread your wingsAnd fly. Carolyn Brunelle
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False Opening Open...a computer filethenopen up the mind;the words begin to come.They hit the screen;as keys clickety-clickand a stanza is formed.Wait...for a thought,a feeling,a sound,something seen or remembered.Fingers steady,senses enlivened;at the ready,try to push away the brain cloudsbut alas...the mind is a total blankthe last line is a dead end. Carolyn Brunelle
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Family Awkward are the meetingswe’ve all been through.Who are you? What do you do?Sorry there are no memoriesthough they say we are “family”.You make up lots of small talkand try to be friendly, butif you live here, and I live there,what can we hope to talk about and share? How can we bridge the years and the miles,not to even mention our differing lifestyles?Mere cordial pretense, absent all the trials,does not make us “family”....more like complete strangersliving a world apart;not knowing one anotheror even where to start,“Relatives”.... for certain ....but not “family of the heart.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Family Drama A history of disappointing excuses,late arrivals, no-shows and quick exitsleaves a long trailof heartache and resentment. But thoughtless abuses come to an endwhen the soup boils and there is no escape;a decision made finds its voice andcreates a completely different landscape. One more family drama plays itself outin the only resolution;let the chips fall where they mayor be damned to repeat it day after day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fancy Dancy Girl She’s a fancy,dancy girlwith herdiamondsand pearls;driving daddy’s car,living life on her cell,and everybody elsecan just go to hell. Such a burden carriedfrom day to daywhere to shop;where to play,shallow friendsin an empty lifebut the moneycan’t buy a soul. Have you any dreamsworries or doubts?Ever consider what lifemight be about?Perhaps moneyIS allyou needwhen it’s allyou have. Carolyn Brunelle
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Farewell To Bliss My winter’s slumber Ripped asunderBy the busy noise of spring,I riseFrom tranquility’s bedAnd sigh a fond farewellTo those soft patteringsOn closed windows.Even birds fail to be discreetAs I find my feet.‘Tis only a season I know,But for the laziest of reasonsOf all the seasonsMy bliss is inThe quietude of snow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Farewells You feel as ifa piece of your soulbreaks and falls away;a part of your past toowhen an old song dies.But say goodbye you must.And with each farewella thread unravels from the tapestryof golden days that was your youth;for nothing we hold in the heartcan stay forever. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fast Lane Only a whisperOn a busy street,A tap on the shoulderOf my consciousness;The sudden awarenessYou are with me.Death isn’tA stop sign after allMerelyA backseat driver.Life canShift to high gear,Speed pastFear’s darkness;Connect againThrough the lightThat dwells within. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fast, Fast, Fast Why do people talk so fast?Can life be movingthat fast for them?Has mineslowed down that much? Oh yes indeed,real language is lostto a high rate of speed;my understanding is prime,jusy not enough timeto really communicate. Carolyn Brunelle
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Feed The Soul Sickened by the weight of it allthe clamor of the human stew?Blinded by all its negative energylike a cloud hovering over you?Then come away for awhilewhere the air is fresh and free,reconnect to your naturewhere even your soul can breathe.Spend time in the natural world; in its quiet beauty you will findonly steps away from the madnesslies a peace to restore your mind. Carolyn Brunelle
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Feeling Low Recent events haveher completely deflatedand she hates it, hates itwhen her emotionsroller coasterinto oblivionleaving her feelingempty, flat; used up.Oh to be drifting highon the air currentsas one of the balloonsshe always enviedfor their easy beauty;floating above the heavinessof the world they spring from.But in the end, they toofall to their eventual destruction;crashing back to earth,fallen angelswhom the heavensthrust backinto the harshness of men. Carolyn Brunelle
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Feels The Same Dark and windycold and wet,our winter isn’tfinished quite yet.A new year blowin’ inbrings gloomy predictions;yesterday’s soggy bogs havebecome quagmires we mustdeal with today. He will save us, we hope; we praywe are able to save ourselves.Ominous weather brews;no one has any clueswhere it’s all really headed.So hang on and hang tough,the climate of the economy isas bleak as the weather outside. Carolyn Brunelle
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Feral He slumbers peacefullyon a pillow in the garage,rejecting indoor comforts,too frightening; too confining. The wildness in him will alwaystrump his gentle nature;keep all others at a distanceso he can remainindependent and free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fine Day A young snip of a city girlwith her dancing green eyeshidden behind a spray of frecklesand laughter in her mouthraces barefooted to the gardenhoping to beat the others;eager to explore and help with farm chores.Tomatoes are fairly bursting from the vines.She finds the choicest, ripest and reddest onestill warm from the sun, bites heartily into its side;lets the sweet juice run unrestrained down her chinand declares...'what a fine day for pickin'! ' Carolyn Brunelle
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Fingerprints Time has finally eased its raw powerbut there are damages;permanent fingerprints on the pages of my pastleft by the hands that molded my history. A gaping chasm of unresolved painforced me to move on, choose life;its path would bring healing, lead mefurther away, yet closer to my own truth. Memories linger, the ghosts still haunt,tattered remnants remain that I hold ontofrom the gripping soul of a child; but it's this lifewith all the baggage that makes me write. Carolyn Brunelle
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First Haircut Yard men coming;Yard men going.Yard men mowingAnd blowing leaves. Cleaning here,Pruning there;Yard men scurrying everywhere,Ministering to a growing world. There are shrubs to whittleAnd trees to shape a littleIn nature’s first haircutUshering in the Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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Flame The war, politics,the economy,how depressing is the news.Shadows in my worldgive me the bluestill I realizethat life really is good;if I look at it with my own eyes. Better to rely on my owninterpretation;determine to be positive,focusing on the goodnessthat still burns inside of man.I’d rather carry that flame,that torch; that hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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Flame Of Peace I crave a new hope,I crave happy news;I crave blue skiesinstead of just these blues. I dream of seeing brighter daysagain,beyond all these cloudsin the way. Oh to have a fresh new horizon,a reason to believe again;have hope for tomorrow,a season to rejoice. And Peace.Dear God, let there be a peacesomewhere in this worldeven if it’s only a spark;it could become a flameso needed to heal this world. Carolyn Brunelle
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Flame Out Once a flourishing flame,it flickers and ebbs in the darkness of despair;with nothing left to giveit simply burns out.Its smoke trail leaves a heavy stenchbad as death when the soul stops fighting.No wax, no wick, no more will to go on;it faints dead awayunable to bring light to another day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fleeting Muse My poor muse remainshelpless against the wallof preoccupied mind.And only a soft flutter of winglingers in the haze of my slumber;leaving me with little more thana fleeting glimpse of the stars.Pity this prisonerwho so dearly wants to fly. Carolyn Brunelle
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Flight In their steady vibrations,The hypnoticDrones create a soothingSurround-sound;A humming symphony.From my uniquePortal on the world,I watchAs tangerine cloudsBlock the beauty of the sunsetFrom earthbound mortals below;Sipping the nectar of gods.A queen bee I am,And flying high. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fools Paradise The world is full of simpletonssmall minded fools with their follywho fan the flames of hatredand idiocracy;make war somewhereso they can duke it out,but always with the livesof the innocent.A fools paradise we are;too much bloodshedlet's move to another star. Carolyn Brunelle
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Football Playoffs Dear God save me from my fate.I’ve ravaged a whole plate of tacos,wasn’t at all dainty or sweet;I’m afraid the results won’t be discreet.Crazy of me but it was getting late;so I ate with gusto and zestknowing later on it wouldprobably kill me at best.Tonight it’s really hard to care.I’m schlumped in my easy chairready to watch football playoffswith a bottle of my favorite brew;enjoy a much anticipated view.I will most likely meet my justified end,but, ahh-h-h, ………. what a way to go! Carolyn Brunelle
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Freed I buy books, read different authors,study the words and writings of others;it's not at all hard to be intimidated. Their words paint intricaciesthat are startling and beautiful;and when held to the light theysparkle in the mind like tinsel on a tree. My words are simple everyday words;sturdy like my passion, my faith, my love,practical in thought and reasondefined by the grace within. The same river runs as deepand compels me swift as any others.I'm not trying to impress a single soulsimply express from a freed one. Carolyn Brunelle
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Freedom While some poems are light and airyOthers may be sad or disgusting or scary.One writer's work may offend;Another feels compelled to defend.But all have the rightTo expand narrowness of sight,Clear cobwebs from the atticBring in a breath of fresh air;Move you to another planeWhere life might be a bit insane.It's not all nice and sweetLife isn't at all discreet,It's in your face and has a placeJust like all those who write about it.So I want to hear what they have to sayEach in his own way;Each given freedom to express.Why paint on an empty canvasIf you can't use ALL the colors? Carolyn Brunelle
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Freedom's Call Here in a quieted earth the children of dust have returned;fallen warriorsat restin the same sod that bore them. Their answer to freedom's callsilenced in this shadowed peace. No more battles or warsno marching songs anymore;not for this sea of lambslying in green pastureswho found the still waters. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fresh Air The sound of dancing wind chimestells me good sleeping is in store;delta breezes once again floatthrough windows and doorsas they will my dreams tonight. Welcomed coolness moves through my valleypushing out the heavy cloudsof yesterday’s disasters,as if the breath of God hadcome to restore the stars in the night skyand hang the moon back in place Carolyn Brunelle
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Fresh Shot I may be brokenbut it’s better to let go;there’s a strange silence in me, butperhaps I mistake numbness for serenity.Voices of youth and laughter mutedfor time speaks louder than broken promises,shattered dreams;the sound of a breaking heart. What now? What to do with ashes?Standing here, nothing left,I pray...for a fresh shot of life;something new.Yesterday’s dreams are dust,I need a new hope for tomorrow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Friday Noon It’s free!Y’wanna refinanceNo fees, no trouble;We do all the work?Any questions just callAt this number...Course we won’t answer.You’ll dance-aroundFor a week or more;No papers,Or returned callsCost you only $4300;The actual costOf life on the edgeOf carefree banking. Carolyn Brunelle
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Friend Time is ever fleetingand never stays in one spot;it just keeps on 'keepin' on'whether you want it to or not.Hours turn into daysthe months and years fly by;time a constant companionremains steady at your side.And only so much is allottedfor all things come to their end;but it's a lot easier to age with graceif you realize time is your friend. Carolyn Brunelle
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From A Distance I have so admired you...From a distance of course,Your lovely words;Your method of discourse.Long have I stoodAt some precipice;At the ready to performBut alasIt is ended.I cannot measure upTo the stature and form.I, uneducated,UnskilledIn my abilitiesMy expressionsCan only languishIn the shadows.Mute, I awaitSome muse to free meFrom my tomb,The words hangingUnexpressedOn my lips. Carolyn Brunelle
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From Mama's Kitchen Golden brown goodiesButter crustedTo perfection;Pumpkin fragranced airMixed with warmLasting memoriesOf such tasty fare.Her lovin’From the oven”And her favoriteAutumn seasonBest reasonsTo giveFrom her heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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From The Depths Here I wait on lonely shore.But, could words be saidAs earth never heard before,I would command from oceans deepThe embrace of undine soul so sweet.A guide for us to a better placeWhere no wave would say goodbyeNo tears be shed for thee, And my words aloneWould bring us together againOn the same shore of eternity Carolyn Brunelle
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Frustration Frustrated with the state of thingsfrom the bottom to the top?Depressed is more like itwondering if it's ever going to stop. But whining doesn't delay the painor make it better or go away;we've all had to begin againto live our lives in different ways. Our nation is growing upand we can't escape that fact;it's time to move on to adulthoodthe trick is not to look back. Been so many lessons for whichwe've paid an awful price;but we've learned to treasure what we havehow life can change at a throw of the dice. So keep hanging on and don't let gotry to keep up your end of the fight;tomorrow is another day andeventually all things are made right. Carolyn Brunelle
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Fulfilled Duty in speeding carsrushes to lifeoutside my doorwhile I awakento the scent and serenadeof brewing coffee,the newspaper waitingto feed my curiosity;my old lover who serves methe first cup of the day.Such is the life of reward,a lifetime’s dutiescompletely fulfilled. Carolyn Brunelle
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Full Circle Goodbye againMy old friend;My heart willHold you inDear memories.How couldYesterday’s childrenHave knownTheir pathsWould leadBack to one anotherTo make peace And passage. Carolyn Brunelle
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Funny World Funny how the very ones whosay they carry the light, alsobear the responsibility for causingmost of the pain in the world.Funny how the loudest whinersare the fanciest diners at thebuffet of humanity. Funny how the rich are exemptand the poor breed contempt;how the nations with the most to giveplay the best game of politicssupplying the weaponry thateventually killseven their own children. Funny isn’t it how the world workswith its upside down righteousnessand its lawful in-justice, whileall the best parts of mankind are beingsucked out through the holes in the ozoneor dissolved completely in the furnace ofunrestrained industry, avarice and greed. It’s a funny world alright;funny how nobody’s laughing. Carolyn Brunelle
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Future A moving dimensionwith color, connectionand a shiny facewith places to gospaces to grow;only traces of the oldleft behind in masks given.Holy beginnings,the driver toto a placeno one wants to return,silences the bellsthat toll no morefor yesteryear.In a future dimensionall becomes clear;seers reach for the starswith no fearof the unknown,growingchangingevolving and becomingonly what today's dreams allow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Games I get so weary of this intruderwho comes out of nowhereand devastates my heart.Who is this stranger in my midst?I always wind up pissedhaving to deal with himwhen he’s like this. Will I never be freeof these anticsthat completelyshut out the lightand all communication?Suddenlythe walls go upand just like thatI’m shut out and hurt. Never knowwhat’s really going on,just have to walk awaylicking my woundslooking for another wayto deal with my anger;seems a perfect timeto sit and write. Ah well,tomorrow is another day;all will be forgotten in slumber,left to diefrom lack of attention,some gamesaren’t worth more of my energy. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ghost Towns Some things manage to remain;they become sole inhabitantsin the ghost towns of the past.You return again and againhauntedby the winds of memory;and ramble aroundin ancient dust,but it's only to re-visit the dead. Carolyn Brunelle
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God Is Greater God is Greaterthan our losses,our needs, our sorrows.In his gracethere is sufficiencyfor all our tomorrows.Through tender mercieswe are blessedin more ways than we know;touchedin deeper waysthat seldom even show. For God lives in momentsmost ordinary;his presence revealedin ways most extraordinary.In every shattered dream,a glimmer of hope;thru each of life’s challengesenlightenment for the soul.For every tear shedfrom a broken heart,joy is also waitingin each new start. God is stronger than our fears,our weaknesses or doubts,greater than our afflictions,our burdens, our faults.We may never full understandwhat our lives are all about;but we know that God is with us,helping us work it all out.A loving assurance is givenin each moment of the day;God is right here with usin His own special way.
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God Speed Here we aredown a very long roadtrying to connectthru old memories and photographs;mere fragments of each other’s lives.Lives each of us has livedwith much different ideas, teachings;choices made along the way.My path has led to green grasseswhere I sip from the cup of goodness;labored and sacrificed for,the one I chose from the beginning.Your bitter cup, the only rewardfor a trail of sad ignorant choices.We can’t change,re-order the steps that brought us herefrom a long ago youth.We are two different peopleon separate journeysliving in two different worlds.But,my long ago friend,I wish you well..... and God speed Carolyn Brunelle
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Gods And Monsters A monster needawakensand so it begins,a routine struggle to focusfind, then steady the feet,stop the swim of vertigohold onto wallsmake the legs goforward, forward, forward.A pause to peeprecedes determinationthat weeble wobbles,winds down sunny hallsfollowing the scent of thatsweet nectar of the gods.Its fragrance waftsthrough the airbeckonsthis early riserto first pour; ah-h-h-h-h-hhow sweet ismy morning glory! ! Carolyn Brunelle
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Going Somehwere People going somewheredestinations unknownvacations, business trips,or justtrying to get home. Some in groupsothers alone;all kinds of peopleall on the roam,going and goingto all kinds of placesa million destinationsand a million faces. And none of them smile;they all seem to be lostin the journey. Carolyn Brunelle
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Gold Star Thirty years a military wife,She always managed to doWhat was needed and expected.She was courage in an apron,Love at the stove.Strangers in white glovesSent her packing toBreak campWith her children in tow;Their lives uprooted to placesShe didn’t even know;Often with no money and no help.She was every bit the soldierMy father was, butNo one paraded or gave her gloryOr even knew her story, yetShe earned her stripes,The same my father wore.Too badThey don’t give rank and ribbonTo Service Moms,Her familyWould’ve given her a gold star. Carolyn Brunelle
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Golden Beauty Labor Day, signalingsummer is drawing to an end.Bowing from the stage,one season fading,blending into another.Temperatures on the steady drop;summer warmth coming to a stop.Fall readies herself in the wingsanxious to arrive on the scenewhere eager autumn lovers,await her dazzling golden beauty. Carolyn Brunelle
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Golden Days Those back roads that wind throughthe countryside of yesterday's fieldsconnect to precious days in time;and an old car with no particular destination. It held our secrets and our dreams;made for good times with lots of laughterfor a bunch of kids just hangin' togethertryin' to find their way. Good memories from youth have strengthened meon the miles and journeys since then;always will, no matter how far I wanderbeyond those days of innocence and youthful friends. Some roads carve deep into the heart;others etch themselves into the very bedrock of the soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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Gone... Not Forgotten I gaspedWhen I read.A part of meCouldn’t grasp it at all.A legend in her timeMary is gone, (of Peter Paul and Mary)Gone at Seventy Two.And I thought I was the only oneGetting older.Those songs;That trio who carried the torchOf youthful hope and protestWill beA part of my youth;My history forever.We will ALL pass onTo other places,Fade awayInto the memories of fans,Family,Loved ones.God let those places be as dearAs they were to us. Carolyn Brunelle
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Good Neighbor It was tuberculosis from breathing all that dust;most thought ‘Black Lung’ there in the hill country.Coal miners usually went that way,but he never spent a day in the mines;never smoked, drank spirits, or was ever sickthat anyone could ever recollect.In younger days, his long legs made him a good logger’s livingin the mountains he was born and grew up in; a lifelonghearty appreciation for Grandma’s cookingnever left more than a few scraps for the hogs after meals.And oh how he loved his front porchespecially in summer when the sun hung on longer.He’d sit and rock, wave at drivers through red dust clouds;exchange “howdies” with anyone passing bywhere he lived on an old dirt road to town.Lots of folks he already knew, some not yet,but all were made welcome to cool water;a little shady rest there on the porch with himas they made their way home from their day.He just figured it was the neighborly thing to do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Good Time Gal She pushed him awaytill he could no longer stay;he hit the road and to this dayhe's never been back around this way. Love couldn't hold herto a promise or a ring;all she's ever wantedis a good time and no strings. She still dancesin the bars and divesnot even lookingfor love to arrive. She'll break more heartson lots of other days;can't face lifeso she chooses to playand meet her demisein destructive ways. Carolyn Brunelle
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Got Any Glue? With eyes wide shutI thought I knew you;my heart wide openI let myself fall. Gone now is starry eyed innocence.Tried it all through the years;everything was too smallto repair such a big mistake. Somewhere in this worldthere has to be anotherthat would be a better fit;the very glue I needto put myselfback together again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Grace Awaken oh dreamerget comfortable in your skinmake your life acceptablein whatever state you're in. Get a grip, be gratefuleach and every day;life always gives full measureof blessings along the way. So give thanks for what you havefamily, friends, work and playtomorrow is not yet come;remember the graces of today. Carolyn Brunelle
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Graduation Sudden changes in the weatherHas you trying to hold it together.Is it outdoors or indoors?No one knows anymore.Will there be lightning and thunder?Will graduation happen at all, you wonder.But keep on practicingHold on to that dreamTake a deep breath;Try not to scream.It’s always going to be somethingThat is outside the norm,Because LIFE is all aboutHow you deal with the storms. © Carolyn Brunelle Carolyn Brunelle
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Grandma's Pies My Grandma madethe most wonderful pies.Her patient devotion,the love in her eyes,opened me to a worldof wonder and surprise,led me thru childhoodthere in her kitchen;made a warm place in her heartwhere a child’s soul could grow. From that heart of goldshe spun her stories of old;taught a child how tomake it through the storms of life.She was my tower,my high castle walls;solid as rockwas her love through it all.Never once did she falter, eventhrough the hardest parts,she was more than just my grandmashe was keeper of my heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Gray Day GrayClouds my mind,Foul weather; A sense of gloomHangs heavyOver my coffee cup.Oops, here comes the rain.A delugeThat cleanses,RestoresSkies of blue.A stormCan sometimesPassWithout much adeu. Carolyn Brunelle
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Grief Adrift on a merciless seaan unspeakable emptinesscuts a deep hole in meone that bleeds and aches.How much more I can takeonly God really knows. Each day swallowed by anotherI am floating debris in the belly of a beastwhere there is no lightno directionor apparent destination. Wounded in ways no one can seethe love and joy in my life ripped from me,I feel nothing, not even you God,and all I hear is the awful silencewhere a beating heart should be. Carolyn Brunelle
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Growin' Old Old hearts long enter twinedrelax and share their evening winelaugh and reminisce about younger days.Kids all grown, well on their way,retirement has grown on us;we're learning to play andlove our vacations by the sea.How long we can keep it all uphave such times as these, you and mewho knows! ... but hang on babyfor the ride's all downhill,and growin' old with youis its own special thrill. Carolyn Brunelle
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Guitar In The Evening Easily transported, we areLulled into a sereneness,Then set adrift to findOther palaces within the soul.Captured and movedBy the rich harmonious chords,These age old soundsFrom an ancient guitar,Bring soft comfortTo our soul weary world. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #001 (Spider) In shaft of sunlightSpider atop a leaf, restsHiding in plain view. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #002 (New Tree) Reaching toward heavenThe newly planted tree sinksRoots deep into earth Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #003 (Scared) Thunder and lightningQuite an alarming displayScares fireflies away Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #004 (Lullaby) Cool delta breezes,a lullaby to appeasea hot summer night Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #005 (Rejoicing) Music from the treessongs sung for no one; life issimply rejoicing Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #006 (Melting) Fingers of ice thatonce held earth in its grip, meltinto memories Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #007 (Grapes) Grapes grow silentlygathering sweetness from lifethen pour themselves out Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #008 (A Call) Blackbirds on a wiregather to chat away, holdon I have a call Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #009 (Mantis) Thinking them harmless,victims do not know mantisonly SEEM to pray Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #010 (Bumble Bee) Fly away from hereLittle bumble bee. Some queenMisses her honey. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #011 (Water) Water flows downhillIn good seasons of time, butNot a good season Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #012 (Sunshine) Hang gliding overMexico, the sunshine isOn a holiday Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #013 (Snail) Slowly, inch by inch,A sweaty progress, life stillMoves at daily pace Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #014 (Migration) Time to leave the nest,Anxious; ready to fly highOn wings to the north. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #015 (Old Birds) Closer to the earthThan to the skies that bore them,Old birds sit and wait. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #016 (Song Bird) A song bird’s scrapbook,Notes and melodies capturedFrom old yesterdays. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #017 (Earth) Thirsting, a silentEarth waits, yearning to hear rain’sVoice so full of life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #018 (Preference) Watching the weatherAnd packing, I'd rather writeHaiku and Twitter. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #019 (Wind) I have the powerTo make the wind blow. All IHave to do is dust. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #020 (Empty) Abandoned luggage,Emptied now from my travels;My burdens laid down. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #021 (Round Trip) Flight in from the west;old familiar familysoon turns us back home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #022 (Green) Thirsty, a scorched earthyearns for shade, the life in rain;to be green again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #023 (Elements) The heat of the daysurrenders to cool night skya right of passage Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #024 (Cat) He shies from the sun;seeks shade of the day anddreams of the night life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #025 (New Rose) A rose in first blushOf youth, innocent and pure,Soon learns to grow thorns. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #026 (Passage) Heat of the daySurrenders to cool night sky;A right of passage. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #027 (Endurance) A lot to expectIn bad soil, no chance of rain;Yet the young tree grows. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #028 (Shadows) Twinkling shadows ofSunlight dancing through the treesCaptures fantasy. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #029 (Storm Clouds) Foul as rotten fruitThey swell and grow in the sky;Explode into storm. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #030 (Breezes) Afternoon breezes,a summer’s apologyto a sun baked earth. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #031 (Dressed) Summer blossoms dressfor company; hummingbirdsvisit frequently. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #032 (Lightning) A flash of lightningwarns of a storm on the way;I hug you closer. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #033 (Finished) All my projects done;in need of a break, I amheaded for the beach. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #034 (Giants) Serenity, windsthrough forest roads among themajestic giants Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #035 (Light Play) Light plays quietly,beat and tempo flashes outmuted symphonies Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #036 (Night Dance) Winds rustle the trees;dance together in night skiesto age old music Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #037 (Footprints) He who hung the moonlit the stars in the heavens;left footprints on high Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #038 (Feline Ritual) Unheard steps each nightend at my door; say goodnightbefore the moon rise. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #039 (Waiting Flowers) Blossoms in reposewait for the right time; smile whenit’s time to say cheese. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #040 (Nest) Bits of used up trash,newspaper, string, leaves and twigs;a nest for new life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #041 (Cooler) A delta breeze movesthrough skies at night; promise ofcooler slumbers wait. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #042 (Butterfly) Rests for a momenton my sill; in a flutterflies off to the sky Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #043 (Hummingbird) Humming to flowersfeeding on sweet nectars there;unseen wings hold you Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #044 (Fast Track) Runaway train ona fast track to nowhere, tellme where to get off Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #045 (Last Sounds) The whir of a fancrickets and frogs in the yardlast sounds before sleep Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #046 (Brain) With black on her nailsblue Streaks in her hair, wonderif a brain is there Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #047 (Morning Air) First snow of winter;roadside diner’s fresh coffeefills the morning air Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #048 (Cleaning Day) Dust of yesterdaysPieces of life on the floorWait to be vacuumed. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #049 (Road) Redesign, expand;Progress is a better roadfor future journeys. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #050 (Autumn Morning) Crisp autumn risesIn the air where chevrons ofgeese point the way home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #051 (Perfect) Two glasses of winewith dinner and you, perfectway to end my day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #052 (Critter) Relocated toa shrub outside, scurries tocreate all new friends. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #053 (Peace) Illusory peacefleeting in the face of warseems ignorance rules. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #054 (Nature's Eyes) Haiku poetryimagination runs free;nature's eyes can see. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #055 (Goodnight) Setting sun kisseseach leaf goodnight; slips awayand turns out the light. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #056 (New Path) rain droplets splatterwipe away the old patternsto cleanse a new path Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #057 (Ghosts Goblins) scary halloweenghosts and goblins have no fearall they want is treats Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #058 (Rising Dead) all around the townthey rise from below the groundzombie time is here Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #059 (Ghost Farts) do ghosts really fartfouling night of halloween?no wonder they scream Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #061 (Zombies) I love the morningsmell of coffee in the air,but zombies don't care. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #062 (Pumpkins) Pumpkins scare me withcut out faces all aglow;nothing else inside. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #063 (Black Cats) Black cats don't scare meon All Hallows Eve, I'm scaredof spookier things. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #064 (Trick Or Treaters) Hear the little feethear them squeal it's trick or treat;hope you have goodies. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #065 (Candles) Candles glow tonight;signal all in sight that goodthings wait at each door. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #066 (Witchy Brew) Witchy brew awaits;smell that lovely stench from thespells I made for you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #067 (Blood) Blood drips on the floorfrom my cup, sorry my dearto be such a bore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #068 (Cape) My cape is heavy;wish I didn't need it forfrequent night travels. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #069 (Fangs) That fanged tooth grin sayshe must like the smell of mydesigner perfume. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #070 (Feline Waiting) patient feline liesin waiting on a cold nightfor food to appear Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #071 (Love The Seashore) Oh how I love thegulls, the sand, the salt sea air;I'd rather be there. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #072 (Book Hunt) Love the hunt for books;sideways search gives me headachesand my feet hurt too. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #073 (Bad Place) Cold here by the doorseated next to a talkera bad place to read Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #074 (Forgot) Sorry I forgot,it slipped right out of my headand onto the floor Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #075 (Gas) Love a great meal ata fancy dancy restaurant,except for the gas! Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #076 (Cozy) On cold winter nightscozy 'round the fire, I feelsorry for my plants Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #077 (Inspiration) Fresh coffee brewingon a dark rainy morninginspires me to write Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #078 (New Book) My new book makes melaugh out loud; I want to writefunny haiku too Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #079 (Black Hole) A sucking black holeone stellar view of space, starsmissing from one spot Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #080 (Big Dipper) Stars align in amoonlit sky, a big dipperof heavenly things Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #081 (Foul Winds) Dog sleeps on the porchin cool summer breezes andbrings foul things my way Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #082 (Waiting) Little hummingbirdperches beneath a leaf; waits forthe rainstorm to cease Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #083 (Rain Songs) Happy little birdssit atop the trees; sing theirsongs because it rains Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #084 (January Blues) January bluessneaked up on me; guess Ineed to get out more Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #085 (Something Baking) The smell of somethingbaking on a winter day;says bye to the blues Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #086 (Bathroom Humor) Bathroom humor stinkswreaks of tastelessness; best notto open that door Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #087 (World Of Gray) The sun is abovehigh cloud cover, beneath itmy world turns to gray Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #088 (In The Moment) She writes her poemsin Haiku form so she canbe in the moment Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #089 (Mom's Heart) Always there for meA strength, a friend, a mentorMom's heart never rests. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #090 (The Power) I have the powerto make the wind blow; grab mycamera for a shot. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #091 (A Wagon Tale In Haiku Stanzas) The wagon broke down;rain falls quite hard on the plainsin Spain's wet season. Fearful of the floodscoming through in a flash, hadto run for our lives But not to worrywe're stronger than these storms, we'llfix it all up good. New day on new wheelsand we're movin' again; can'tsit still for too long. Got miles to go yetbaby's due anytime now;town ahead can help. Baby Jane arrivedno problems so far; good lordblessing us just fine. Our trip ends today;left our old life behind usto find a new one. Struggled something fiercebut we made it through; it's beenworth it after all. Rich soils for planting;plenty of time before fallbrings on first winter. We are so gratefulwe left when we did, rains werebetter than the heat.
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Haiku #092 (Autumn Dance) Autumn's in the treesher colors dance and sway toan old winter song Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #093 (Football) Football teaches youteamwork; reaching goals in lifeby striving to win Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #094 (Sweet Sanctuary) Set sail upon the seasfollow the sunset trails andturn toward sweet slumber. Searching hearts find peacefallen to the rest of babessweet sanctuary. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #095 (Dreams) Dreams like our pennieseven when they are nightmaresare all worth something Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #096 (Spring Sunshine) The sun's warming raysgot me out of bed today.Senses stirred within seeing Spring alivein the blossoms in my yard;beauty I captured in a new photo.Winter's gloom has passed away;a feast for the eyes greets this bright spring morn.New buds are everywhere, andthe air is fragrant. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #097 (First Sunlight) First sunlight of dawnturns fields to sparkling diamondsearth's breath into mist Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #098 (Exercise) Exercise the mindand you will find it displaysa rainbow's colors Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #099 (Breakfast) waffles for breakfastsausage and coffee and juiceI ate way too much Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #100 (Autumn Skies) Autumn in the skiesleaves turn and fall from the treeswinter soon arrives Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #101 (Diversity) Each one so uniqueyet we become equal inlove and tolerance. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #102 (Journey) Life is a journeyadventure or tragedydepends on your view. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #103 (Tears) Dew drops gently fallthe forest becomes silentwhen the angels weep. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #105 (Whispering Love) In Haiku Stanza The religion gameonly one right way; there canbe only the one. Fear haunts such small mindsseeing through their broken glass,blind leading the blind. No heaven no hellcan remove love from within;relax and just BREATHE. The Spirit indwellsbeyond the understanding.A whispering Love whose strength surrounds us,guides us along each day; just whatis it, we should fear? Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #106 (Drops) One tiny dropletjoins with others to becomepuddles at my feet Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #107 (Winter Snow) snowflakes become driftscover the landscape in white;time for my mittens. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #108 (Storm) Claps of thunder roll;light crashes across the skybefore rain arrives. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #109 (Fire) a flickering flamebrings light to the darkness anddances on my wall. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #110 (Home) Miles of orchards andfields of rice all farmed aroundthe Buttes; home is good. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #111 (Harvest) Sunflowers bend low;patient plows stand ready forharvest to begin. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #112 (Awaken) morning rays of sunwakes the forest and brings lightto each winding path Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #113 (Ice) world of frozen ice;drifts of snow pile up highestin valleys below. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #114 (Eager Spring) winter grows weary,heaving a sigh it bows outto an eager Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #115 (Return) an unforeseen storma drop in temperatureswinter has returned. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #116 (Waltz) Winter waltzes backnot to be forgotten, andfreezes Spring in place. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #117 (Light Given..... In Stanzas) Her tears are onlyfor awhile, as the sun fadesand the moon rises She knows in her heartlight given, will be takenonly for today. ...a contribution by two poetslovechild and autumlovr Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #118 (Nascar) First woman to takeDaytona pole position,Danica Patrick. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #119 (Potpourri) baking in winterthe smell of warm cookies, bestpotpourri ever. Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #120 (Hall Light) the light in the hallhas always given comfortthere in the darkness Carolyn Brunelle
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Haiku #121 In Triple Stanzas (Flu Season) Haiku #121 (in triple stanza) (flu season) Coughing and hackingbad enough but the worst istotal lack of sleep. Annual flu shotsure didn't help much this yearall luck just ran out. Plans to remodelat a standstill; flu seasonnot such good timing. Carolyn Brunelle
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Half Hearted Hope Water fowl still gather In half empty ponds;A woodcarving manDoing the best he canHas wood for sale.A scorched earthBlighted with crops ofRaggedy failing corn;Miles ofVineyards withGrapes dried outOn the vines.A suffering economyA suffering people;A suffering land.All has been taken awayExcept for half hearted hope;Prayers that rainWill come again soon. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hallmark Of Change It has becomea hallmark of change;repeated through the agesas a sad truth for thosewho cling to the past.For some,the sorrow of CHANGE,waning comforts of old ways,gives reason to grieve and mourn ....“Gone are the good old days”. But within young, new hearts,lies the hope of renewal.They are the promiselighting the way to new frontiers,“brand new days”;the vision that will re-define us,reform the society,create and pave the wayfor tomorrow’s children. Carolyn Brunelle
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Halloween Tale An unusually bright moon beneath clear skiesand the early freeze made it irresistible; the beautyof free, wide open ice became siren's call to them.They scrambled to encase their feet in bladed bootsand sliced out across the lake. S-wick, s-wick, s-wick, the six raced each otherfaster and faster toward smoother ice ahead.Their shouts echoed back to the shore line'C'mon guys, lots more room than the rink';young boys never stop to think of the dangers. Not even one slowed or looked backthough the groaning and cracklescould be heard all the way to lake's edgeas it traveled across the surface. Some had not been so brave,the ones they taunted for waiting on the shore;the ones left screaming as each friend disappearedthe only ones left who could tell the Halloween tale. Carolyn Brunelle
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Handprints Empathy punishes my sleep.Old familiar watersFlood my soul.A grandmother’s tearsFlow from this rock of ages;My heart bleedsFrom a prayer gardenWell visited.They will need my prayers,The strength and courageTo carry their own cross;A child’s handprintsRemain in the heart forever. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hang On Orange Blossom HoneyAin’t got no moneyIn the lower forty per cent,But them that doCan still charge youA pant load moreFor rent. Higher thisHigher thatA small fortuneI payFor this crappy flat. When it will stopNobody knows,The fat lady singsYou grab the ringHang onAndGo with the flow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Happening I can feel it happening; Taking bits and piecesOf me each day.Soon I will passBeyond earthly things;Be taken away completely.It is a time I once fearedBut that’s all disappeared now.For me death speaks in gentle waysIn rays of sunlight through the trees,The soft lullabying of a cool breeze; Many such moments of final graceAre a great peace and comfort to me.But, sweet Jesus, how longBefore you still these waters;Let my soul run free?Life has had its day with meAnd most of those I’ve loved Have gone on before me;Now I, too, am old and wearyAnd SO ready to fly. Carolyn Brunelle
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Happy Endings She sleptTill he snored,He snoredTill she wept; soughtThe alternative instead. Agreement reachedHonored and kept,Peace restoredWhen each one slept. In separate bedsStill happily wed,He snores undisturbed;She sleeps unperterbed withOnly sweet dreams in her head. Carolyn Brunelle
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Happy Haunting Again they comewith their screeching and tauntingtrying to scare you as they arriveeach one in clever disguise. With their howling and piercing screamsthose thumping, bumping ugly thingssuddenly appear from out of the nightand oh they give you a horrible fright! They attack at your doortill you have nothing morethen vanish and disappear;a relief that offers you little cheer. This haunting night has come to an endso there's nothing left to fear,but you remember somethingREALLY scary... Halloween returns NEXT year! Carolyn Brunelle
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Happy Mother's Day Mom I remember the better daysWhen my Mom was around.I miss her and wish we could haveShared more of our lives together,Though I can still feel her nearWhen I need to talk,Need some advice,Or just a cup of cheer.Guess the heart is always connectedEven when they’re no longer here,So I’m sending her these flowersWith a great big hug from afar,Knowing she’s there in heavenHaving a great day among the stars. Carolyn Brunelle
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Happy News Happy newsBreaks through the clouds;Brings warmSunshine with it.Now the tearsAre for the joyIn my world.The storms have passedWe can breathe a sigh;Pick up our livesSay goodbyeTo those dark days.Better weatherIs on the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hard Day O sweet lord,let me have my glass of wine,some peace and quiet;a little down time.Don’t want to hear the news;somebody else’s troubles right now,I’ve got troubles enough of my own.Never been muchof a pal or buddyor party friend, andit’s been a real hard dayfinally come to an end.Haven’t a cluewhat other lives are all about,where they get the energyto play or to go out.Because I’m tired,I’m beat;completely off my feet.All I need is to crashafter a day like todayso please,make the worldjust go away.so I can have a momentand mysweet wine time. Carolyn Brunelle
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Harmony Or Chaos Make harmony in the world wherethere is only crashing, clashing noise.Raise your voice, you have a choiceMake it now.Make peace, make children,Make love; make a better day.Haven’t we had enough of war?Our ship is sinking lower and lowerInto the sea of our own aggressions;Our own need for revenge.Heavy and fat with our own greed,Blinded by our own ignorances; weExploit the poorest and weakest,Hoping no one sees us stealThe tomorrows from our children.Beyond the need for God to punish us,We are already killing ourselvesAnd breaking HIS/HER heart as we growFarther and farther away from who we really are. Carolyn Brunelle
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Harvest Moon Chenille dotted foothillsBoast more goldThan greenAs summerSinks into the leavesThis first day of fall.Harvest toilSweatsUnder scorching sun; Its dustHovers in cloudsOver the valley.It is only aHarvest moonThat waitsFor first frostAnd longChilly nights. Carolyn Brunelle
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Healing Pain was constant companion;tormentor of memories;singer of sad old songsthrough all too familiar reveries. I, a tortured traveler,bound to yesterday’s sorrow;re-lived the ancient history,suffered over and over again. Yet pain,while it never offered answers,became unexpected friend;leading me finally to find my peaceand peace brought the journey’s end. Carolyn Brunelle
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Heaven's Gate Where earth meets skyand time stands still,infinity lies displayedin startlight's gleamand rainbows that never fade. And the soul of manis a butterflyreturning new and free, to the waiting Hand of God, at the door to Eternity. Carolyn Brunelle
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Help Her Recaptured from long agohold her close and don't let gofeel her heart beat steady as a rocktime passes as mere tic of a clock.Hold and love her as you would a childfind her hiding and play for awhile,bring her treats and listen to her gleeteach her to all you know she can be.The child in us all wounded and fearinghealing can be just in the hearingof all she has to say.Just be there for her in whatever way;she has the power to lead YOU one day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Help Them By Stopping Them Stop them before they breedthe bad writers, bad spellers;the ignorant who cannot readmuch less comprehend the needfor punctuation and good grammar.Stamp out the uneducated;the text messagers whothink the art of communicatingis in cell phone keys.Oh please,I beg you please,do not give them ease.They must learn in order to grow;you can help to encourageand show themthe way to better skills.Ignorance is not a tool,itonlykillsthe lightonthepath. Carolyn Brunelle
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Her Face There are so many thingshappening these days.Wars, human suffering,anguish, loss, hopelessness;all good reasons to beresigned to the depravityand fall of manand then.....I see her face. Her face, aglow with innocence,the spirit of life; life in its prime.She is beauty, she is laughter;I feel alive and invigorated,as if injected withnectar of the gods;given a sweet taste of heaven.All else pales. Perhaps, in this, there is reasonto go on ....a reason to plan for tomorrow;to be strong today and live,determined to overcomethe darkness of our times;found in the faces of our children.We endure,we continue;we live for them. Carolyn Brunelle
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Her Little Man She's always called him thatsince his infancy,'her little man'.Now sixty fivehis own youth long passed;no one can fill the shoes of a dadthat left her with an empty lifenot even the loving familythat surrounds her.And none can take the place of'her little man'who still devotes himselfto her needs best he can,come what may, eventhough many many miles away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Her Voice I hear her clearestAt nightWhen the noise of lifeHas retreated. In that stillQuiet placeOf my heartHer voice stillSteady and true. In this lifeAnd the next....I suppose MomIs always nearTo watchOver you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Here Lies Here, lies are laid waste;So much smoke and mirrorsLeft to decay and fade away.The truth speaksIn light of day from theFlowered graves of thoseDeath has claimed with equal ease.I am left to followBut one voiceThat leads me from within.May such a loveBring me all the way home someday;Yet still remain a blossom inThe hearts I will leave behind. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hidden How could you understandif you never really knew me;the me that was never free to be.With no real voiceor choice,girls didn't need to be heardor be smart or have dreams,just look pretty and marry well.So I was what you wantedwhat you needed me to bebut that young girlwasn't the real deal.You never knewthe me I always was inside;because you wouldn't have liked that I wasn't like you at all. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hidden Memories Why can’t I let the secret free?Why do I hide from a memory?I know not why the silent tearnor what it is I hold so dear. From long ago in my secret pastI hold on hard and hold on fastto a darkened room inside of methat still remains a mystery. An angel near to hold me tightprotects me from some awful fright.I cuddle close, no need to fear,no one knows what’s hiding here. We play a game, the angel and me;we lock the room and hide the keyand never let it ever bediscussed in front of company. I tell the truth, don’t ever lie;cross my heart and hope to die.It doesn’t hurt ‘cause I can’t rememberdid you know my birthday’s in December? Santa knows who’s naughty and nicehe makes a list and checks it twice,so I’ll never let the secret freeI simply hide it in my memory. ____________________________________________________ written for those suffering souls of child abuse Carolyn Brunelle
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Hidden Soul Flawlessly hand madethings of beauty and perfectionhang suspended from the boy’sbedroom ceiling. The rest of the house revealshis obvious artistic naturein paintings and bead worksthrough the years. The mystery has always beenthat expressions of such beautycame through the same heartthat also created pain and fearfor those who loved him. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hidden Treasure Many of my yearswere investedIn some struggleto be free;Never reallyfeeling whole,just pretendingall was right with me. Seeking answersin other worldsI willinglypaid the price,and tradedall my youthsearchingfor sage advice. The journey’sbeen longbut at lastI am free;my older,wiser eyeshave finallycome to see the only thingthat everheld my soulwere the chainsinside of me. The onlytrue freedomfor anyone’s soullies withintheir very own heart,but it takesa lifetime to find
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what wealways hadfrom the start. Carolyn Brunelle
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High And Free Wonder ifI can stilluse these wings?They were oncestrong enoughto carry mehere. Seeing suchanguishand painin this world,I am woundedand weakenedwith sorrowin my breast, Oh to be lifted up,taken to a new daywhere I canonce againfly high and free. Carolyn Brunelle
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High Risers Fragmented words, thoughts, ideaslaid out on the paper in an organized waylike puzzle piecesand who knows whatthey all say. Juts of this, and cuts of that,clear as mud and ceiling waxa jumbled up mosh of confusionbut profusely proclaimed by critics. Bravo! But the ordinary manin everyday life is blinded still,left hungry and thirsty forthat which would satisyif only he understood the rules. So highminded are they,adrift on clouds of accoladesthey forgot that wordscould point the wayto salvation and offer hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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Holding Sometimes I wonderif you haven’t a clue.that beyond being friendsI’m also in love with you.I pray for a daywhen the light will dawn;and become a reality...that there is morethan a friendshipbetween you and me.But until then I mustkeep a lock on my heart,be your best friendand hide this other part,becauseI love you enoughto hold to my dream,and hold on tight;a day will comewhen you will see mein a different light. Carolyn Brunelle
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Holding On The vacancy overwhelms him. Nothing he knows is therebehind eyesthat once governed hearth and homewith a strength and couragethat stood toe to toe with life. A devoted mother and wifeinspired as she aged with grace;carried her share of sorrowas one by one she said goodbyeto youth, loved ones, and then even herself.She is the last; all those glory daysdisappeared with her into that hazewhere this stranger now peers from the fog. He must summon all the strength and courageshe gave himfor this long, long good bye...and hold on to all the memories for her. Carolyn Brunelle
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Holiday Cheer 'Tis the season to be jollybut it's not the music, the tinselor the twinkling holiday cheerthat brings them here;the steady streams of themthat slowly pad in on their ownpush themselves on walkersor are rolled in wheelchairs.'Tis also the season for colds, pneumonia,flu shots and blood draws;when Doctors, Nurses, Clinics and Labsminister to the massesin the hope that Santacan bring good health to all. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hollow Halloween Halloween is part of my heritage I suppose.Mom had fun doing it for the kids and went all out.For awhile my Halloween wood crafts sold wellbut then popularity went to hell so I moved onto create a Halloween Porch. Everybody loved the lights and candlesthe glittering colors and decorationsand of course the generous treatsall wrapped in individual gift bags;special ones for the littlest and first timers. Older teens wanted their pictures takenwith the fiber optic pumpkins;parents enjoyed their children oglingall the bright lights, so entrancedthey forgot all about the 'trick or treat'. Most, appreciated and enjoyed the display and said so.They came in triple digits for years before haunted houses,holiday events at the mall, and home parties changed it all.Less than 20 showed last year and nailed the coffin shut,so the lights are out this year; it's a hollow Halloween. Carolyn Brunelle
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Homage To An Old Barn Old time-wearied barnall but disintegratedon familiar well trodden path;stands as sentinelto a time gone by. An ancient remnantcrooked and bent,has lost more slats thanstill remains;shows more lightshining through itthan not. Dear old barn,a friend to this traveleryou are poignant reminderto aging beauty;I hope my lightshines as brightly. Carolyn Brunelle
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Honeymoon She was born and raisedIn the hills of Tennessee,So was he;Newly weddedHigh school sweetheartsWhen war broke out.He enlisted and was shippedRight away;She went to work In a munitions depot statesideWhere she worked, waited,Wept, and prayed.They and their loveManaged to survive, butTheir honeymoon wasLost forever to World War II;They were never that youngOr that innocent ever again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hope Rising There is always hopeRising from within the heart;A flickering flame thatConnects us to the Eternal.We need to lookBeyond the tangible,Else perish beneathThe heavy yoke of life,Crushed by its cruel storms.We carry on each daySteadied by a faith in the unseenThat wraps its arms around us,Wills us to endure;Lifts us, so we may overcome. Carolyn Brunelle
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Hot Summers The whirring bladesof an old ceiling fanbrings soothing night airto my easy chair...and thoughts of them. In moonlit fieldsof the mind,two young lovers,in a blur of emotionstrying to cool downthe heat of passion. Warm memories,other cool comforts,come smiling backfrom younger days;other hot summers. Carolyn Brunelle
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House Of The Dead The rooms have quietedas bored adults fell to slumberonly mean little childrencan be heard gigglingfrom behind closed doorstaking pot shotsplaying hurtful games.It's really a complete shamethere is so little life leftin the house anymore;apathy, a raging vinethat chokes out the light.Perhaps in dreamsa window may opento renewal and evolutionwhere creativity and joy can return Carolyn Brunelle
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How Do You? How do you keep a war alive in your heartfor the better part of a century;stoke those ancient embersand tend the fires of hatred and misery'til they burn through to the next centuryto foul a new day for future generations? How do you hold to such bitter revenge;nurse the infectious boil of your grudgewell beyond the society that created thatin the ancestors that bore you? How do you fare with that boiler makerin your gut, sitting there in the darknessstewing in your own hateful juices?How do you call that LIFE at all? How do you look at your maker withsuch a degraded soul inside your chestand still cast eyes of cold indifferenceon the world's pain and sufferingwhen you can't even look in the mirrorand address the ugliness in yourself? Carolyn Brunelle
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How Old Is Too Old How old is too oldTo have purposeIn the world? This old heartStill has a passion;A wisdom I am told,Experience in livingA willingness to share,Encouragement for a heart;A kind, listening ear. How old is too oldTo offer my handAnd care? A dimmer lightStill burns. Carolyn Brunelle
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How Sad How sad thereWasn’t enough timeTo get throughAll the layersOf anger.How sadWe couldn’tMend all the fences,Patch up all the holes;Build something newBetween us.How sadThere is time now ButOnly to grieve. Carolyn Brunelle
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Humanity, The Great Illusion No real beginningAnd no real end;Only a contented few accept We are but simple threadsIn the fabric of the universe.Others need someone to leadThough none really knowsWhere we are all going; No more than any other.But with illusionOf understanding,They continue to seekA truth that will eludeTill humanity lets go.Only then, when we have fallenBack into our placeShall the spirit be able to seeAnd truly know what is real. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Am I am the song from a crippled birda cup of water from a dry well;life is filled with mysteryhow it all works no one can tell. I am the flower,where none should ever growthrough the cracks no one sees;how that happens no one knows. I am the pen, whose words knit togethercan repair and heal a soul;I spark the mind and light the fires that will mend and fill the holes. I am the hope, that beckons fromeach portal, each inviting doorway;for your heart to enter a larger worldI am the light to show the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Am Here Baby,I’m a soft pillowFor your dreams,A warm blanketIn the night;Even inFiercest stormsMy armsWill hold you tight.I am the moon in your skyYour wishing starMy eternal heartIs hereWith youWherever you are. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Believe In spite of everything we try,will you accept the truthif there is nothing more to do?Can you stand beside mewatching me fade away from you?There may not be a futureno matter how hard I pray,are you strong enough to endureif I’m not able to stay?This is not the end for us,I believe there is something more;we will find each other againon some other distant shore.I believe in your love for meand what that love can doyou will come and search for meknowing my heart waits for you. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Believed In Forever Young love made promisesIt couldn’t keepButYou were thereBeside me that day;To give me awayTo my future. I believedIn foreverBut you weren’tAs ageless As those precious momentsCapturedIn old photographs. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Can See Clearly Now A giraffe, a pelican,even a monkey toowanted their own business;not a more unlikely crew. Cleaning windows up so higheasy for giraffewith that neck to the sky;pelican opened wide for the pay. But none seemed more fittedthan the monkey who spitted;and created the work along the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Did Not Want To See He was tired; I could seeHis hands were shaking and dirty.How long since a good bath;A decent meal, only he knewIf he could even remember.Never looking upWhen we passed,He softly askedIf we could spare a buck or two.A few steps laterI offered my husband a few dollarsTo bring back to him.I did not want to look into his face;Know his storyBe embraced by his pain.He did not want to look into mine;Be confronted again with his shame. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Fought The Good Fight Life is a matter of choicesmade at every fork in the road,and none made for an easy wayto carry or lighten the load.But I’ve been strong,carried on through the fog of life;able to sayI fought the good fight,did my very best,triumphed over my fearsand laid them all to rest.I’ve made my share of mistakes,but by my choices I still stand,for in all my chosen paths,there’s always been God’s handreaching out to guide and comfortin each and every day,and in all my darkest hours,that grace has shone the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Have Been Loved What once was, is no more.Now rises the sun on a dayWhen contentment reigns;I have long been comfortedThrough dark nights of sorrow,Aching need, unfulfilled love. A lost soul on shores of loneliness,I wandered empty dessertsSludged through bogs of despair,And through it all, someone was there. Time and time again, that presenceBecame stronger through the years;As did my strength and confidenceTill finally a day dawned upon faith. A day when love was recognized,A day when that love lifted me;A day when I found my life andA day to day sustaining grace. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Have The Power I have the powerTo make the wind blow. Grab myCamera for a shot. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Have Won! At one timeYour darkness envelopedMy whole world;But you could NOTBreak this spirit.I beat youAt your own game;PrevailedAgainst the savageryThat brought me to my knees.Then I broke you 'little c'Down to nothing moreThan a mongrel diseaseCowering in the shadows.I called you into light,Stood firmOn holy ground;And by that GracePut an end to you.How sweet nowIs my victory,For I am sound,No more of youCan be found...And I HAVE WON! ! Carolyn Brunelle
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I Hear You Even throughtime and spaceyou embrace me.I sense your guidanceknow you are near;feel you with me.And I hear your voiceinside me.Maybe there willalways be someconnection;life connected to life.How can deathever turn outthe eternal lightthat lives in us forever? Carolyn Brunelle
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I Knew I knewit was just a dream,that you weren't real. It couldn't have been youlaughing out loud, holding me;making our rankled pastdisappear in insignificance.It couldn't have been mefree to embrace you back;overjoyed to see you againso happy and so vibrant. I knew somehowit had to be a dream,but I still didn't want to leave. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Learned I learned about a computer virus;that my system could not be saved.Its personality; all the little thingsmaking it my sweet friend, were lost,in a sudden, unforeseeable event. A shock, but other contingencieshad been put in place.I had learned about flash drive backup;that proved to be salvation. I learned an external hard drive is the way to go.Cloning is something good to know;voids the need for computer repairmen altogether.And, I also learned something I didn’t want to know...some of them do not wash after bathroom visits. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Love You Bitter pillscure the ills they saybut I sayloveheals the brokennesssalves the achestakes away the needentirely.With lovethere's little else to sayor doexcept to hold you close;so you canhear me whisperI love you. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Miss The Sea I miss seeing water aliveand sparkling beneath the sun;that first sweet tasteof fresh ocean air!It shwooshesthrough this valley-weary hearttakes all the dust away,and all my cares with it. I miss the sightsand sounds of harbor life,with boats honkingas they pass one another,fishing boatsarriving with first hauls,tourists eagerly headingout for a day at sea;the ever faithful harbor hornwhen sun surrenders day.I am completely capturedby the beauty in all of it;amazed at how cleansing it is.Something washes overand frees me each time. And I miss standing on the cliffshigh above ocean’s edgetaking in the vastnessspread out in front of me.I am deeply comfortedby such a perspective;the undeniable awarenesshow truly small we all are. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Rose One day I rolled the stone awayFrom where I had buriedMy wrath;Sacrificed and bledTo create a brand new path. Freed of my burdenI rose from an old life,My task finished,And moved on.Come;Follow. Carolyn Brunelle
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I Wish I wish I couldCut away this fearWith a surgeon’s confidence,My head steadyWith focused determination.But the lines blurBetweenHeart and headWhen it’s youGoing under the knife;Knowing piecesWill be removedAnd I loveAll the piecesThat you are. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ice world of frozen ice;drifts of snow piled up highestin valleys below. Carolyn Brunelle
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If Poetry Disappeared What on earthcould I do, if...goneis all I’ve got.If there is no youto light my dayno moon abovethe night,nothing movesas it should;nothing at allwould feel right.No way to expressfrom vacant heartthis much I tell you true,if all the words of beautyyou took awaywith you. Carolyn Brunelle
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If We Only Listen Little songbird,do you sing for meway up high in yonder tree?Caged bird talksfrom break of day;enjoys what life has to sayin chats with the wind,other birds on the fly,whistles little tuneswhen I’m nearby.Why do we complicatethe simplest of things;forget the awesome beautythat gives it all meaning?Remember if you’re lonelya little down or blue,it’s God, through his nature,chats and sings to you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Immortal Flight In my immortal flightso far from here,the remains of my lifedissappears;a bright new flowerblossoms on a hill. The sweetest nectarlingers there still;when I re-awaken...to brand new wingsand the discoveryof fresh new fields. Carolyn Brunelle
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In A Moment Eternal breath rustles throughthe pages of memorytucked inside ancient diaries;exposes a neatly folded mapto buried bones.A window once shutteredopens upon a larger world;sheds new lighton a forgotten earth. Carolyn Brunelle
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In A Word Words live and moveThrough space and time;At man’s commandCarve into human heart.Words filled with painOpen tender placesMake the soul to bleed;Gentle wordsA soothing salveHeals deepest wounds.The mind of manWalks through gardensWhere gods dwell,Brings power to speakLife and DeathIn a breath from heavenOr blast from hell. Carolyn Brunelle
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In A World Of Green Lay me down in the softness of cool grasswhere its fresh mown fragrance soaks my senses;soothes my day's end wearinesswith its sweetness. Let me hear the birds in the trees above mesample nature beyond the clamor of my day;and lie here in these arms of greentill all my troubles float away. Breathe a newness in my soul, be mymagic carpet ride through space and time;I still remember a child at play...Oh that I could stay this way. Carolyn Brunelle
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In Between Sun peers through lighter clouds;no more battles for now.Birds forage beneath dripping limbsgather what they canbefore darkness falls;while hope livesbetween nowand a new dawn'sapproaching skies. Carolyn Brunelle
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In Mama's Kitchen Golden brown,Butter crustedTo perfection;Spices andPumpkin filled the airMixed with warmLasting memoriesOf her creations there.Her autumn lovin’From the ovenOur favorite seasonAnd best reasonIn mama’s kitchen,To giveFrom her heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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In Memoriam 'Thank you' died alone today.A last breath and heart beatwas suffered at the hands of'gosh I'm sorry, guess I forgot.' There will be no servicesor celebration of life tomorrow;none would even take the timeor bother with implied sorrow. Thank You once had a legacyto Pretense, but stopped caring a lot: 'It was my intent to bless youso I could leave you better off,but gosh I'm so sorry,I guess I just forgot.' Carolyn Brunelle
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In Shades Of Grey A cloud of morning air hangs heavyas a wet blanketover a world it subduesof its clamor, its chaos;reduces it to shades of grey. A fog that smothers out the mundanestirs the senses;drives the mind deepinto streetsof contemplation. Other worlds pass by memuted, unspeaking,then disappear into the mistas they followtheir own voices home. Carolyn Brunelle
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In The Eyes It always starts in the eyes.Pain rises from the depthsswells over the rim in a flood;and follows the destined pathof a contorted agony.It rolls over cheeksthrough helpless handsdrips from trembling chin;each tear from aching hearta memory... saying goodbye. Carolyn Brunelle
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In The Glass Lately in the mirror I seeimages that seem more real to methan recollections from my own past;more like glimpses of another lifethat come to me in a flash.Since my own autumn seasonis embracing me from within,it's a comfort considering the changeshappening here inside my skin.And an assurance, seeing my younger feetrun through golden fields of grass,in a place I think I've always knownlooking back at me now in the glass. Carolyn Brunelle
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In The Land Of Giants Again and again, hit after hit,you keep your friend close and liteven when there's no good reasonto medicate, no voices to placate.Face it! ... you're hooked;sickened on your own toxic cloudand standing in your own ruin.Not even a full breath do you own;but that's only the FIRST thing to go.This Giant addiction has only to wait;you'll give up a whole lot moreas you continue to puff your life away. Carolyn Brunelle
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In The Silence It is in the darkness;That I am most aloneWith naughtBut this beating heart.But THIS is where God is.A voice whisperingFrom withinIs there only for me;ThereSo I am never truly alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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In The Wind August days, nature's rhythmin a dance with the trees;one that leaves a blush of colorin each cool afternoon breeze. Gentle chimes clang and gongtheir own soothing little songa music carried in the wind;music that signals Summer's end. Birds seem to slumber,to them it's a lullaby,even bees and butterflieshave all said their goodbyes. As another Summer waneschange drifts in on the wind;these August days seem to sayAutumn is just around the bend. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ineffective An opportunitySeizedTo fight, scream,Tease;Run amokIn theirPublic freedom.Her countdowns,And repetitiveName callingAFutile exerciseImpacts onlyThe nervesOf others nearby. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ingrates It's simply incredulousin this age of 'instant' connection, people still fail to express gratitudeor even a modicum of appreciation. How can there be any justificationfor the lack of a note,a text message,an email, or quick call? Even technology serves no purpose at allin the hands of the rude and careless;the fault lies in the ingrates themselves,and there IS no excuse for bad manners. Carolyn Brunelle
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Inheritance Momma and daddy was all about hand-me-down livin',lookin' back, followin' tradition;the old ways from olden days and generations before. A lead weight inheritance it was,to a child's eager feet trying to embrace its future;anxious to run and follow her own gods home. But, it was that age old struggleof the generationsthat grew and strengthened my wings. Carolyn Brunelle
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Inner Light How can I pray to a Godwho isn't personal to me;I can only believe in the Godliving here inside of me. I do believe in a saving grace that guides my daily path;but my God never makes me fearful,isn't one of brimstone and wrath. I am loved and accepted as I amoffer the same to others come what may,knowing ALL of us are God's childrenequally beautiful in our own way. This is the God I have in my heartloving me in all I do and say;the only way I can live my life isfollow THAT light from day to day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Inside Old photographsCapture a youthful girlI barely recognize now;My mirror reflectsA stranger to me as well.I wonder...What face I expect to seeWhen all that I amLies deep inside of me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Inside Yourself I am a soft place of comfort.My heart speaks truth;A steady voice of encouragementThat calls you to action.But I do not strengthen you,I help you to strengthen yourself.I am the hand up,The outstretched arms,Ready to help you standAnd believe in yourself.For inside yourselfIs the only placeYou will findThe answers you seek. Carolyn Brunelle
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Inspiration The morning ripe with promisea fruited tree waiting to be harvestedflourishes in the garden of mind. What life springs from its branchesor depths of dreams rooted there?What lies dormant, in a fog,waiting for the light of awareness? In these serene moments of dawnlet me explore the gardenin search of fruitful inspiration,I am thirsty for sweet nectar. Carolyn Brunelle
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Invisible Crumpled in a heapsmelling of stale cigarettes, booze andwho knows how many worn out yesterdays,he naps on the stoopto take advantage of sun's warmth. She brushes through the door,camera in handquickly orders a sandwich;moves on to capture morevillage beauty while there is light. Two different worldswithin the same worldclose enough to touch, yetinvisible to one another. Carolyn Brunelle
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It Is What It Is It was a long time ago, Years, decades even; andIt’s true the world has forgotten,But then it doesn’t owe you a thing.Your choices and decisionsCost you a lot andYou ate a lot of dust.You can keep all that in your heartIf you must,But the worldSimply is what it is... A blessing, or a curse.Life can be cruel and unforgiving,But it also offers healingTo any who are willing to let go first. Carolyn Brunelle
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It's A Fight What I would’ve gained from writinghad I known;what a vent it would’ve presented for methat escape was all i needed. Cigarettes, petty theft, vandalism,would’ve fallen by the waysidehad I known the releaseit would bring me. Expression in a private world“code those postings”would’ve at least alloweda private expulsion of pressure. Does anyone need to knowof such pent up anger, frustrations?I say to you, find a way to move forward;DON’T STOP, as long as you move forwardyou are not prey. Call it by name, “it’s loneliness”,know it for what it is...a human condition in all of us.Relax, let go, express. You will make itI promise. Carolyn Brunelle
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It's A Good Day I've had my third cup of”attitude”,activated the fingers,unblurred the eyes, thoughstill not quite full speed.A few more cups are neededto get the little hampsterup and running on the wheel,but it’s a good daybefore it’s even begun.If I can breathe in another dayand see another sun...yes, indeed, it’s a good dayeven before it has begun. Carolyn Brunelle
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It's A New World Females had their expected placeone of submission, few choicesno dreamsbeyond children and home. Fifties females had no voicebut the children watched;and the children grewand knew there was more. A matter of choice with a voice!Any way this girl can shout itstands as anthem to her place...helping others to find the same grace. Carolyn Brunelle
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It's A Swell Season It is a seasonof madness,of swirling controversies;contradictions.The “only way”fightsfor all they knownot wanting to let gobeliefs of old…………their handed down“one truth”from questionslong agoansweredby old warriors;ancient mariners. Stale grounded tradition,a suffocation of life,smothersthe spark of the soul.I “must” fly.I must explore my unknowns,find answersto questionsof my own,else denythe spiritalivein meanddie. Carolyn Brunelle
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It's Time She sloshed around in rain bootsBut didn’t wear them long;Soon she was dancing barefootTo an entirely different song.In a gay flourish of colorsShe fairly burst upon the scene,Closing the door on winterLeaving blossoms befitting spring.We could only skip along with herNothing else we could doMother Nature knows when it’s timeFor her beloved earth to renew. Carolyn Brunelle
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Jewel Left in the corner,in a room of nothingnessits many drawers remainunopened,forgotten by time. Hidden in the backof tiniest compartmentbarely identifiable at firstcovered in the dustof a thousand nights; a jewel glistens nowin his searching handwashed by his own tears.At long lasthe has found himself. Carolyn Brunelle
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Journey I hate this life’s ugliness,Its sorrow and pain;The disturbing savagery.To me life is all aboutBeauty and Joy;The inexplicable power of love.But life tosses sensibilities aboutFrom one end of its spectrumto the other,Fueling my sense of powerlessnessOver the unforeseen unpredictabilities.I’ll never get a handle on it,It will not be controlled or managed;Life simply unfolds as it will.All I can do is hold onto my own,Find a way to deal with theSuffering and the folly of fools,While I cling with gratefulnessTo my own daily graces;My own precious loved onesWho are on this journey with me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Joy Will Return Sadness seepsinto the corners of the soulsqueezing out the lightthat was once there. Death has a wayof knocking the windout of your sailssetting you adrift,in a wide open sea. Darkness falls on sorrow;it hurts to lift heavy eyesto a rising sun,and face a new dawn. Yet these words keeprumbling in my head...“All things come to pass.But the love will remaineven in the wounded heart;to spark the joythat will return one day.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Joyful Noise In faith, I rejoicewell beforethere is any joyful noisewithin me!I have been filled in waysthat allows me to praise;take joy in your Gracebefore I even see the dawn.My heart knows it is there,I have only to wait. Carolyn Brunelle
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Just Because Just because life has you swimmingin a pool of pain and self doubt,doesn’t mean you have to stay there,resigned to never getting out. None can give you answersor solve your life’s ills butyou also won’t find a solutionin drugs, or booze or pills. You are making a choice,deciding to do nothingbut whine and mope,while many are tryingwith all their strengthto find some reason for hope. Keep looking back at that pain,it will become a toxin in your brainand you’ll lose what’s left of your lifeas it dissapears down the drain Life is for the strong willed swimmerswho believe there is something more,those who fight their way throughthe murky waters to find another shore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Just Desserts May you get your just desserts my friend,In prison perhaps you will come to your end;Reap some form of just reward for pain given.But there is only one true justice...An eye for an eye is what they saySo I would deem your demise this way:May you suffer the painof the ones you knew best;hear the screams of your victimsso your soul never rests.May you share your cubewith the hairy chestsof victims' relatives andsmell that foul wind, wherethere’s no hope for an endto another day in hell,no fire to consume youjust the same well of pain you causedand brought upon the innocent. Carolyn Brunelle
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Just One Of Those Things It was just‘one of those things’they said,a complication,but all I really knowis that he’s dead. The surgery wasjust too muchor perhapsit was plaque,the bottom line ishe’s goneand won’tbe coming back. He almost made itto the age of 83but not this yearnot meant to be. I know this lifehas its seasons;reasons thatI don’t pretendto understand, but I just wishthat in the planthere had beentime enoughfor.... one last hug. Carolyn Brunelle
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Just Routine YouSmile too wideLaugh too loudKeep your heart hiddenBehind a happy cloud. Too early to worryYou tell yourselfNo reason to fearHold it together tillThe Doctor gets here. Another “routine” mammoFeels more like ten rounds,But results were good“Nothing negative was found.” You heave a sigh of relief Some celebratin’s in storeYou can pick up your lifeOn your way out the door. Carolyn Brunelle
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Land Sailors Another yard sale going onAt the neighbors. A sea ofHumanity arrives dutifullyTo place valueOn yesterday’s treasures; Thinking some pricelessTrinket awaits the keen eyeOf a yard sailor. Sailing,Sailing over the ocean blue'I’ll give you a buck or two.' Like ants they gather,Engulfing the sweetnessOf rummaging throughSecond hand beauty, While a thousand eyes watchThe count and the sticker price;Then attempt to bargain forTheir own special price. Carolyn Brunelle
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Larger World The tapping of metal to plastic ballsTells me he’s out practicing his golfSwings and strokes;Seems he’s completely stoked overThe re-discovery of an old love. The clickety-click of my keys tells himI am renewing an old love of my own;Writing poetry, visiting hidden worldsInside my office computer; attending toNeglected interests from younger days. In pursuit of old loves,Like an artist applies paint to canvasAnd creates new landscapes,Our world is suddenlyBecoming larger. Carolyn Brunelle
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Last Breaths With each dawn,life escapes him in labored waysas he’s drawn back to better days;days of youth and laughter. Feeling only more of himselfslip awaythere is so little left to care. Layed to wastein a body that whineswheezes;weary down to his socks,those once cool breezesof summernow turned to medical airand managed care.Pills, bills, props and oxygen lines is all that keeps him herebeyond his time;any willingness of his own. A cord unraveling;coming undone, inch by inch.If he could, he would screambetween labored gasps of breath,“Let me Go!Leave me to slumberwhere at leastI can be myselfin dreams.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Laying Low All the gifts given,ribbons and paperslay tossed on the floorseparated and finished,their purpose fulfilled. Lights still glimmeron the tree,though not as brightlyin calmer momentswhere a gentle peacehas settled in the house. Christmas is ending;this is the timeto relax and lay low,have a little wine,and bask in the afterglow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Laziness Did the researchOnce, twice, thrice over;It wasn’t appreciated.Answered your questionsGave you the resources;You didn’t use them.I see now you willAsk for more and moreAs long as you don’tHave to work at it. No wonderYou call me friendWhen IDo the workYou are too lazy to do.This has to end;I can’t continueM’dearTo live your life for you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Leaf Its odd shapeStartlesAt each re-discovery.A little black birdWaits in my tree;Never to Fly away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Learn To Dance The work and planning of a lifetimeQuietly comes to fruition;You’re coming undone.It still shocks and surprises you,“Retirement”...Though you knew this time would come.Seems almost a cruel illusionThat nothing really lasts;Hurts to say goodbyeTo the work and your youthful past.Through the years you’ve labored long,Always held strong and steady;But now you wonder if you’re readyTo move on and build something new.This strange new voice that’s calling;Is giving you another chance,To create a life beyond the careerAnd finally learn to dance. Carolyn Brunelle
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Left Behind Walked awayhoping to forget.Crossed overmany a bridgeto move onwith my life,only to have itre-visit my heartwhen itreachesout to another. The compassionthat reachesacross the divideto offer hope,re-connects towhat can no longerbe left behind.....a very old friendalso in need of understanding. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lessons Learned The flightiness of youth,Surrendered in years since,Has formed a new creationReady for whatever lies ahead. With feet touching the ground,She is firmly planted in her life;Comfortable at lastIn her own shoes. Lessons have been learned,Teachers have faded;Leaving only Life to be lived,And her memories. Those she will have to keepClose to her heart;To rely on the wisdoms of the pastThat guided her to her own path. Carolyn Brunelle
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Letting Go Sorrows of the soul must be greived to fadepaying prices forever only leaves a life in shame.The choice is clear, but you hold too dearto your brokenness and its familiar chains. New journey's begin with the same step of courageby those who have come to knowthat before you can stand and manage to move onyou must first decide to 'let go.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Life Bottled up in tight quarters;you are held captiveto time, space, weather,and mind numbing monotony. Confined to the minutiaof a little world with only one'simagination and creativityto help ease the humdrum hours. Each journeya challenge to attitudeand patience; every day a unique trip of its own. How and when you arrivedepends on your durability andyour confidence in the captain;nothing else is really in your control. It matters little I supposewhether on the groundor in the air,life is pretty much the same anywhere. Carolyn Brunelle
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Life's Choices On any given day in lifeyour dreams may wither and die;rains may come to ruin your paradeand leave you to wonder why. The questions you ask are bound to flowbut the answers are only for you to know.So hang on for the ride and hang on tightlife only rewards those up for a fight. For there in each dawn's early lightlife's crossroads boil down to you;it's a 'sink or swim' kind of momentasking what YOU are going to do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Life's Little Rituals Cut my hairWrite a poemSend an emailAnd photo home. Pay a billRead the newsGo to AmazonBuy some shoes. Do the laundryFeed the catWeigh myselfI’m getting fat Time for dinnerA little wineWatch tvTillIt’s bedtime. Life’s little ritualsAll in a rowSome days excite meOthersNot so much though. Carolyn Brunelle
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Light A Candle Some said in simple reverencefor daily graces,many unspokenfrom sobbing heart ordestitute soul in despair;others whispered on behalfof loved ones somewhere.Same hopeclung to by all;an interventiona miracle,a bit of comfort or guidance.Spirits on their kneesreach out to a Godwho might still bein the businessof moving mountains.Wounded and fearfulthey bleed, beg, bargain; plead...Not this!Not now!Not ready!O God,hold me steady andplease, please hear my prayerin the darkness. Carolyn Brunelle
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Light Of The Mind A mind freedof outside influence,has the capacity toplumb its own depthsnot merely imitate;no longer is it shapedby other voicesthat create conflictand choke out the light.A self possessed mindchannels great power;in peaceful quietudeit reasons,it learnsit creates.It has light of its own. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lingering Song Fear stalks mewhen I feel most aloneand vulnerable in life. Loneliness taps icy fingers;waiting patiently at the doorrelishing her triumphant entry.Heavy clouds of discouragementreduces me to tears;seeking to destroyany last ray of hopethat might be leftin a weakened breast.Thieves all,who lie in waitfor the lowest moments,imagine me easy prey. But the sound of faithis a lingering song...Grace is always given,in each new dawn;it sings to me of courageand strength and thewill to carry on. Carolyn Brunelle
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Live It Now I need some new painton these old wallsbefore one more dayfades into just another Fall.Now is the time,no better place to startif a new day's comingI have to do my partfill in the holes, mend the cracks,create a new look and never look back.Add splashes of color,a bit here, a bit there,and spice up the place,give it some flair.Then light my best candlesand make some callshaul out that party dressfrom its place in moth balls;and get to livin' this lifea bit brighter each daytake more joy in my momentsbefore they all go away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Living Grace A mother's tears may bless the path;her prayersa lantern heldhigh in each child's skies. But someone else leads usand guides us on your way;a living grace from within that brings us through each day. It leads us down the many roadstill we learn we are never alone;till the power of faith lights inside usand we can find our own way home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Loner She came from them;Naturally thought she wasOne of them,But they knewShe was not oneOf the little people.The gracious onesNever really fit in,They who despiseIgnorant haters,Bullies that feedOn the fearAnd pain of others.An outcastIs all she could ever be,With a heart and soulBigger thanShe would ever know. Carolyn Brunelle
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Long Journey Home She pretends to know mebut doesn’t really care.The blankness in her eyestells me who she wasis no longer there;the light within herdiminished to a flicker. On her long journey home;she grows frail and sick,withdrawingmore and moreinto her own little world. She just stares now out the windowto a worldshe no longer knowswhile the childwithin leads herto a placeonly she can go. Carolyn Brunelle
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Long Thirst Dry as a creek bed in a droughtShe waits, watches and hopesFor a simple glass of inspirationTo slake a very long thirst. Carolyn Brunelle
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Longer Days The days were longer when I was a kid.Longest kid days of the year wereHalloween, waiting for the magic hourto don that costume and Christmas Eve waiting for a mysteriousSanta that nobody ever actually really saw.Both had to be a hundred hours long.Simpler times, the result of not knowingso much about the world; it’s realities.I only knew to obey mom and dadand stay out of trouble,mind my manners,do my school workand take care of my little brother.My child’s world was wrapped upin those accomplishmentsand in the challenges ofpogo sticks, climbing trees,tutti frutti snowcones, kick the can,and Saturday morning matineesat the local theater.Nowadays I seem to be out of syncwith time; so much of it a blur,hardly knowing where the day went orwhen one has passed me by completely.And I miss those longer, slower oneswhen I could still feel my life ...as I ran and played in the grassswung from tree ropes; tasted its goodness in my mom’s cooking,saw its beauty in lightning bugs;had it wrap around me in a blanket of starsand sing me to sleepto the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs.And I wonder ...in that other timeless place we all eventually goif I might recapture those longer, slower days again.
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Looking Back Faded photographsFrom bygone days;Each ribbon and sequinWith a timeless moment attached.Misty eyedScrapbook of memoriesHow beautiful you wereYoung and vibrant;Filled with starry eyed hope.Innocence lost toTime weathered heart,Wisdoms gained;Would never do it over again.Yet, glowing embersRemain from youthful fires,Voices that echoFrom ancient halls;Play back in old songs;Sparkling evening gownsStill danceIn today’s mirror. Carolyn Brunelle
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Losing Her When he looked at herA firestorm of lust and passionConsumed him.Tenderness and compassionTried;Could not move that stone,Restore life to ancient ruin.He looked at her through eyesOf unrelenting jealousies;Daggers of fear stabbedAt the darkness in him‘Til he murdered her.Now she would be safe,Now she was his to have;To hold forever.Too great was his loveTo risk losing her. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost And Found She only came to visitevery now and then;I didn't make it easyfrom the place I had her in. But these days she comesquite often to play;or hash out old feelingsshe used to tuck away. My door is always open;and my heart is a placewhere she is welcomed any timeshe asks for my time and space. No longer am I in darknessno clouds over these skies;she is the sunshinethat finally opened my eyes. If I keep her close as I would a friendshe wants to lead me by the handto a better road in my life's destiny,this eternal child that lives on in me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost And Found Train Somewhere betweenLost and foundOn a train bound for gloryIt’s an age old storyOf blinded faith, Faith in a GodThat wants her to give.So give till it hurts sister;Give from your meager.Many are willing and eagerTo have you plant that seedFrom which their pockets will grow.Besides, you’ll never knowOr ever believeThat humanity could be so low,Because it was JesusTold you so. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost At Sea The sun shine’s brightestOn an open sea whereFresh gentle breezesDispel any meloncholy,Where eternal wavesCleanse a waiting shore;Washing awayAll troubles once more.Each morning retreatingTo work and play;Each evening returningTo close the day,The sea is allOf what life is aboutWith its tides rolling inAnd then again rolling out.Life IS change;Each shore must renew,Embrace your foreverAnd the sea that is in you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost Childhood Like all young innocentsthey launched into a new lifewith only starry eyed hopestheir love and faith.And they would needa lot of it.Life consumed thembroke them to their kneesshredded their liveslike so much confetti in the wind.The new infant's special needs for time and attentionwould be the far greater demand;lots more than big sis of four.Eventuallythey would all awakenas if from a long nightmare,but not in time for HER childhood. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost Connection There’s a flash of hope;Then nothing in response.A light’s on in the boxBut in the endNobody’s home.You try and tryEverything you knowBut you computer’s lifeJust comes and goes.So you ring, ring, ring that bell;Call a technician who can tellYou what the hell’s going on.It’s dead in the water you are,Floating, and bloatedWith so much to say.But, 'find something else to do'Is the only advice I have for you,Because today your computerCannot wake up to play. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost In A Hurry Frustrated...an unanswered call,angry expletives stir up the air,pacing…fumbling around the room,making noises at the walls. a hurried pace down the hall...returning…lists in hand,in a whoosh!he disappears out the door. Errands can be done,waitingfor a call-back,dashing about here and there,life's little 'moments'all lostin a hurry. Carolyn Brunelle
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Lost In Smoke His skin wasn’t always so brownWrinkled up in that frown;A face that bares the years of abuse.And those eyes weren’t always so blueSo empty and pained; butThere’s nothing anyone can do.As he blows the white smokeFrom lungs of black,He knows there is no going back.A heart once redNow grey and near deadSimply counts the daysFrom that familiar hazeThat hovers round his head. Carolyn Brunelle
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Love As faithfully as the sight ofstars and moonlight,I have seen myselfreflected in your eyes,surrounded by the love behind them;held precious in the worlds in your heart.A universe displayed in one lookone touch, a feeling unmatched;knowing the eternal breatheslife into me when you are near.For all time, it will ever bean unspoken reality;kindred soulsto last through eternity. Carolyn Brunelle
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Love Comes Love comes to lifein the blink of an eye;a smile from a strangermay light up the heartstoke a fire in the soulthat will last a lifetime.Love, the unpredictable travelernever know ifhe might pass your way,where he's headed orwhere he'll call home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Love Letters Love lettersTucked away in the mindLie and wait to be opened,Connect usBack to days gone byWhere brightest momentsCan play back again.Oft forgot daysOf innocence and sweet youth,Its joy and laughter,Will warmThe soul ever after;Become soft pillowsFor silvered headsIn golden years. Carolyn Brunelle
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Love The Rain Oh-h-h-h, if those blissful rainy dayswould cometo wash away all the hot yesterdayssummer blasting from roofs, trees; plants.Rain, drip dropping at first,then poundingwith its furycrashing on cars and streetsdrowning the drainsblinding the motoristsdelighting the photograhers and childrenanybody not navigating in itwhipping the hell out of branches and treesgiving warning to cats and dogsand even frogs if you pleasebathing everything in waterwashing away the bluesand the greens and reds tooall down the gutters, sidewalks, and lanes.Ah-h-h-h-h, what a blessed relief;a cleaned breathof freshened airto breathe inbefore winter sets in. God, how I do love the rain! Carolyn Brunelle
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Love's Story Some loves really are forever,others never stay the course.They say it's in the genes-use it as excuse for divorce. It's called 'love' when a promise is made,a 'marriage' when it's all invention,through eyes that still like to wanderand a mind of secret intentions. No one really knows for surewhat makes a love hold true,or whether it's even love at all-if it's destined to hurt or betray you. But any real love stands a chanceto blossom and grow to the endif it starts out 'right' at the beginningas lovers AND best friends. Carolyn Brunelle
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Maelstrom Choices madedredge up old ghostsfor final blows.One more strike of the gongon a journey way too long,lovers have come and gone;a family exhausted in hope. Thank God, at least one heartfound her way.The rest,to this daycaught in a maelstrom;twenty yearssucked awayin oceans of tears. Time to ride the losing train,‘round hope’s bend;time to pack up again.Only this timeno one else is on boardfor a ridethat never ends. Carolyn Brunelle
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Magic Jam packedinto an old kitchen box;written in her own hand,antiquated remindersdating all the way backto my childhood. A treasure troveof dearest memories;a lifetime of“special moments”wrapped insideall those warm cookies,exquisite pies,eyerolling cakes. She was QUEEN of the kitchen;we, her willing subjects.Such devotion,a magic no recipe cardcan ever duplicate. Carolyn Brunelle
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Magical Dreams As you doodle and daydream,Ponder and plan,May there always be hopeIn that fantasy land. May all things brightFrom your childhood’s heart,Create a safe havenfrom whence to start A life of your own;A world of sweet grace.A sparkling, gleaming,Dancing place where You can sing your songsPlay your own tune;Create your own magicUnder the moon. .....................written for my wee grandchild Carolyn Brunelle
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Mama's Voice Her voice struck a nerveLeft exposedAnd vulnerableBy recent health concerns.She sounded so amazinglyStrong and steady;It warmed my heart. A sigh of reliefEscaped me as I beganBreathing easy againFrom lungsConstricted in fear andI heard myself whisper,“She is well...Thank God she is well.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Master Of My Fate I am the master of my fate;the captain of my soul,and it is an awesome thingthat I have at my control. Whether I sail the highest seas, ordropp anchor in some foreign porteither way I man the wheeland determine my own course. So, I never sail my ship alonefor I’ve learned why sailors say,that “Ships are meant for sailing,and “Good Captains always pray.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Maybe Maybe if you had beenshown love yourself as a child,you might have learned to giveinstead of to hurt and control. Maybe if you’d relaxed your holdon the things you loved,let them breathe and flourish;they might’ve given you love in return. Maybe then,you would’ve seen better things,than fear and loathingin the eyes of those you loved. Carolyn Brunelle
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Meeting In The Stars If these dreamsand silent wishesthat I praycome true,you will hearthese unsaid prayersand knowI need somebodytoo. O that my heartcould reachthroughtimeand space,to make a placewhere lovemeets hope. A place wherethe dreams ofanother dreamer,drifting inthe night sky,embraces thewishes of thisstar gazerawaitingher owndestiny. Carolyn Brunelle
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Melancholy I have momentsprofound meloncholy,Sometimes out of the BlueWhen suddenly my mind is on you;The way you drove me mad.I wish there had been more timeTo explore who we both really were,Gotten to know THEMInstead of acting out onThe identities of yesterday.For us, the river of timeAlways seemedTo flow backward. Carolyn Brunelle
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Memory Keeper As a 'memory keeper',your heart has been set;you might someday forgivebut you won’t ever forget. Life goes on day after day,while your life repeats and replaysthe same timeless memoriesover and over again.A reference to hold on tothat connects to your past,like old photographs,in captured momentsthrough a lifetime;revealed one frame at a time,a movie of a lifeyou managed to survive. But living is more than survivaland burying all its pain.One day when you least expect it,a child cries to come home again,to unburden the soul;fill up the empty spacesleft when your childfound secret places,to hide away all the hurts. A day when you are readyto heal and believethat you finally have the courageto let go, embrace the child,and grieve. Carolyn Brunelle
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Men In Boats Men in their boats on lakesIn rivers and streams,Create a rhapsody;A life on the fly. Casting tall tales,Wistfully day dreamingIn Sweetest Reveries,Of the one that got away. Old battles lost or wonAll fondly recalled;The hauntings ofA rhapsody on the fly. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mesg 4u The new generationShows me lots ofNew things, but notBetter results. Wisdom gainedDidn’t help me much eitherWhen it came too lateTo make a difference. But I’ll add my waterTo the pool;Hope some of it mattersIn a dry wasteland of text messages. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mighty Oak Hid the pain;angryno one noticed.Lonelylittle treegrewstrong roots.Love willhave to dig deep,the mighty oakwill be angrya long, long time. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mindless Motorist A BOOMBA, BOOMBA, BOOMBAannihilates my usual reverie withthe pounding violence of a jackhammer;assaults every human sensibility.An overpowering racket,LOUD and raw with stupidity,thunders and pounds from another carwith no intelligible words;nothing resembling a pleasant melody.Its penetrating vibrations drill awayat my inner sanctitywith ear shattering volumeenough to crack paint six cars over.I'm wishing the driver was pushin' cloverwhen the green signals my freedomfrom this torture of the damned;and ‘Mr. Mindless’ continues on obliviousto curse some other traffic jam. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ministering Angels A cough in the nightStirs Bedside vigilTo watchOver lambsIn her care.An angelPrepared for battleAgainst any foe,MinistersOf love and grace;Ever armedWith prayer. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mirror, Mirror Mirror, mirror you make me crywith dearest memories of days gone by.Days of youth may be sliding awaybut this glass reflects ALL the women I am today.I grab more cream, my saving grace,add some make-up to soften this placewhere Grandma’s smile and Mom’s sweet eyesoffer me this most tender surprise.It is my own reflection that I can readily seethe one inherited from the faces in my history. Carolyn Brunelle
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Misplaced You’ve misplaced her somehow;she’s up and disappeared.An entire life is missing,along with her abilities,all her memories;the essence of who she was.I miss my mom;all that’s left now isbroken hearts around you.You don’t know meany more than I knowthis adult/child/strangerthat’s in my care.You’ve misplaced her,but where?What made you wander so far away;why couldn’t you stay in THIS world? Carolyn Brunelle
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Missing Pieces A wild childBeyond help or controlHell bent on making trouble;Dumped her life in a hole.Destructive innocenceTook every chance;Sowed its young seedIn all the wrong fields.Got good at losingPieces of her lifeFriends, lovers,Even herself for awhileTil’she became a mother;Found what was missingIn her soul.A little child not yet wildIn need of guidance, andA whole lot of loveFinally made her whole. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mistakes Last night she sleptfor the first timein a weekwithout tearsto remind herof her humanity;her shortcomings. She prayed insteadto beforgiven;it seemedto release herfrom the prisonof sadness. Maybe they can talk of it soon,laugh again;move on. The love in their heartshas to mean morethan any mistakesmade along the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Modern Technology Technology is frustration.Can’t turn it on, can’t get it off;Understand the new languageMake everything work together. Gone is simplicity;Things everybody could do.Golden daysOf “On”and “Off”;One single boxTo make it easy for you. Today’s complicationsMake you wonderWhat’s the use,How lame it is,To be left behind; sufferYour own TV’s abuse. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mom Her image fades. . .But her love lingers on;Just as burning embersHave the power to bring warmthAfter the flame has long passed. Carolyn Brunelle
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Moments Golden At first light of dawnthe sun bursts through the trees;in shafts of morning lightdewy grasses becomea carpet of glittering jewels.A flutter of wing from the fields,the rustle from the hen house,a distant cow bell as yetthe only audible sounds. From the wood tiptoeing deeremerge from the mist of a first frosthungry and ready to forage;life on farm and field alike stirsand comes awake.Blessed be the early riserstreated to these golden momentssurrounding the beautyof one of Autumn's sunrises. Carolyn Brunelle
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Moon Rising Moon over young loversShines on the pain of others;Moon keeps risingAnd theSun doesn’t careIn a never ending cycle.It’s an ongoing time share Of things beyond the heartAnd soulA bowl full of lifeAnd we’re allIn the same bowl.If same day that blessesIs curse to anotherLife’s not very particularAbout victim or winner.Sun keeps on risingMoon does too,Same moon for loversRises on pain of othersAnd life goes on sloshingOne side to the other;Rockin’ and Rollin'On and on and on. Carolyn Brunelle
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More It's raining, it's pouring;flowing through townsthat can never be restored.Water rushing, gushing everywhere,forming a brand new world;turning the old one into mud. Rain in the forecast for today,all the tomorrows tooby the way;being sorry won't make it stop.It’s taking towns, houses, crops... and people's lives. Just a dropp at a timenow floods have takenaway all that we knew.Have no idea what we'll donot anymore;if it just keeps pouring,the river keeps floodingand we keep getting moreand more and more. Carolyn Brunelle
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More I Want To Do I clean and scrubvacuum and mop;it goes on and onand never stops.There’s laundryand shopping,meals to cook too,bills to payand banking to do.She can have the dust,the maid I entrust,with a choreI can’t handle anymore,'cause there's other thingsI would much rather dolike write and blogand post at Yahoo. Carolyn Brunelle
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Morning Hits Morning hits you right in the face.The sunlight of reality in the mirroris an altogether different placeand says it all;you were dreaming. You are NOT young and beautiful;was the old photo of a friendyou restored for her in photo shop;..sigh..aren't we all timeless in dreams. Stumble to first cup of morning joyflashes of a little boy, your little boy,playing his video games.Your 'Doctor son', a lifetime ago,makes you smile...who could know;the new pic of mom's sister,your own mom and how you miss her. Eyes come into focus, the whirlwind slows;you find your feet, your right mind as you go.Finally awake and ready for your daylast night's dreams have faded away.Well, almostexcept for the cute little unicorn..maybe you'll let that little one stay. Carolyn Brunelle
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Most Of Them Most of themResides only in memories,In flashes of days gone by,Days of youth and vigor.As time removes themFrom this world,Edging them closerAnd closer to the next,The tighter and tighterI hold them in my heart.There, they will remainYoung and alive,Ageless as I want them to be. Carolyn Brunelle
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Movin' On I'm gone; outta here,can't take it anymore.Silence screamsfrom vacant rooms. Only the 'Empty' remains;there is nothing leftexcept for this needto move on. Packing up my life;making a new start,somewhere there has to besomeone who will want me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Moving Day Old agemoved themfurther away in timewhere they lost themselveshidden beneath wrinklesand medicines and blankets. Then deathmoved them all the wayto that brighter place,where they could begin again,but I was left here to mourn them. I suppose all of lifeis about moving...away from some things too soonor forward before we're ready. They came to say goodbye today;I felt them move from my heartThey must know I canfinally bare their absence. I guess it must be time...for me to move on too. Carolyn Brunelle
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Moving Mind I always havethings in mind.Streams and riversof thought,push ideassolutions, plans,toward the surface,into the light of awarenessto be identified;find expression. A flash of creativity,problems solvedrecalled memorylists of errands to run,things to be done;goals set for tomorrow. Every daythe river flows,on and on it goes.Every daymoving mindis moving me;every dayI am going somewhere. Carolyn Brunelle
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Muse My muse is amused;somewhat confusedthat I need to sleepwaking me several timeswith a thought, a rhymea word, or a line.A steady stream,night whisperings so clear;soon I have poetrycoming out my ears.The night is so quietnothing obscured,and tomorrowthe muse will return I’m sure,so I must learnto calmthe creative flow,rest in my headand let it all go. Carolyn Brunelle
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Musing When life becomes dull,enthusiasm palesand all that I experiencebecomes a zero on my-idea-of-fun scale,some prose comes to mindlike a friend come to comfort and soothe,and I laugh when I think of itthe same could be said of booze.Some wine in my lifereplaces my whine in lifewhen the dragonhas me draggin’and I need a lot of space,time to write,think my way through;get my mind unscrewed.It’s balance I seek,so I often retreatto silent pages,healing by stagesas I write and muse.With wine in handI feel my way to the promised land;say goodbye to my blues and excuses.Oh I may seem a silly poet for surebut it works to strengthen my core...some time to thinkwith some wine to drinkand I’m ready for my life once more. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Answer On my kneesmy soul pleadsfor peace;family health, safety.Of you I dare askfor each and every taska guiding handa word of grace;a special dispensationwhatever the situationor place.I call, I ask, I pray,on bended kneeO Lord I come to Theefor a touch of the Divine;beyond what eyes can seeand you havealways been thereas my answer. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Garden WRITING unraveled the layers of a mask I woreso nothing could see or damage best parts of me.Then one day, I opened the tender breast of a child;let her breathe the fresh air of a new beginning. In the baring, I found a prisoner's release;began other journeys that led to pathsand places buried and forgotten,lands pristine, protected and sadly untended. So I cleared the soils of joyless, spoiler rootstilled away at the toxic, and planted anew;grasses, trees, shrubs, blossoming flowers.Here in paradise, expressing my own soul, I grew. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Grateful Heart I am so grateful you are always nearwe always seem to get through;you are the anchor that holds me steady,a calm focus in the storms.You breathe courage into my soul;strength when this world has me used up.Your light is ever on my horizon, Lorda guide to me on this big wide sea;my boat is small and easy to get lostbut, you have never left me to sail it alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Heaven I want to plumb the depthsof the deep blue seasoar the skieswith the freedom in me.Fly so highwith wings I am toldwalk the many streetspaved in gold;sing with the angelsrun with the windwrite words electricwith my magic pen.Want to find me a placebehind that pearly doorwhere all sadness is erasedwhere tears are no more;where all who know mewait with bated breathto welcome this one last soulreturned from its mortal death.The last to return to paradisewhere they all wait for me;those I still hold in my heartvery much alive and already free. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Love My beautiful seductress,you are my secret concubine;the world unsuspectinggoes onday in, day out, unaware.Theywill pay the priceswhen bills are not paid;houses and jobs are lostlives and relationships are ruined.Theywill weep tears of despairfearing they might be at fault;guilt may drive them to helpfor it is a sad story indeed. In our besotted mutual adorationwe devour one another as always;shut out everything and everyoneelse around us.We do not care or bother,we have each otherand it is enough;drink up my lovefill my cupyou are all I need. Carolyn Brunelle
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My Question Is... Did we wanderAimless, without purpose,Stumble and fall into lifeUnprepared, lost and wailing? Or did some unseen forceGuide us kindlyOn our way;Chart our course? Is there ONE answerTo countless searching souls,Some all-seeing eyeThat waits,To blink this momentOf life away? Or is there lifeAnd order to ALL things;A thoughtfully designedIndividual challenge, a pathFor each soul to findAnd follow? And, If I've never been lostHow can there be any need to be foundWhen I am part of the heavensThat created me;A temporary mortalLiving life that never really ends? Carolyn Brunelle
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My Soul's Mate Certainly in another lifeand in some other day,I won't even remember younot in the same familiar way.But, somehow in that other lifeI’ll know even from the startthat it's my destiny that I find youand the other half of my heart.I’ll know there is another soulthat fits exactly to my own,longing for its one true mate;its only one true home. Carolyn Brunelle
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My, What Colorful Language! Your mama must be so proudOf you saying such thingsMost wouldn’t utter in private,Much less say out loud. Such gutter language is appalling.Can’t you come up with something new?Surely you must have a vocabularyThat includes more than “eff” and “you.” But then again, maybe not.Maybe you really don’t give a hootBut you’re only defining your own low life;And yourself as a horse’s patoot. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mystery Within each droplet, the possible streampurposed to merge into quenching river;each with a journey, a destiny toward the seathat force of nature with no boundaries. Some weaken, evaporate into mistothers lose themselves along the way,the misguided stilled waters fall stagnant.For all these, life remains unfulfilled mystery. And so it is with man's soul naturelost behind veil of ignorance and fear;it is only in the guiding Spirit's natural flowwe become part of something larger. Carolyn Brunelle
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Mystery Of Life life, was once such a mystery; felt it ALL depended on me, the choices, the roads to take; my personal responsibility. yet, as i created my own destiny, there was also a quiet grace, an inner guide to light my way; a source of strength through the yearson many rough old roads. i am not just older, i’m wise enough to no longer question the love leading me knowing that my identity; my destiny, has ever been mine alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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Never Alone He walks with meThru unknown placesWhere no friend or foeWould ventureOr even follow.We travelThe uncharted landsOf my soul that liesHidden from all other eyes.From the depthsOf valleys of despair,To the heightsOf hills of victory.I reach out for the HandThat’s always there, forAs I walk ever onwardTo new horizonsI am sometimes afraid,But NEVER alone. Carolyn Brunelle
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Never Give Up Question it, examine it,Move it around a bitChange it or keep itJust for the hell of it.But make it your ownIn a way no other can;Accept and make the best of itOr get another plan.Don’t waste your precious timeLetting life get the best of you;Keep it real and rememberTo yourself you must be true.Give it all you can,Ignore others’ points of viewAnd have a little faithYou’d be surprised what you can do. Carolyn Brunelle
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New Friend Mom brightensAt the sight of her;Greets her warmlyConverses; nods.She tugs at my armExcited toIntroduce“sister” To the strangerIn the mirror, Her newFound friend;The one I lost. Carolyn Brunelle
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New Music She tends, craftily hiddenFrom the world around her,Two of the tiniest little eggsBuried deeply inside oneOf my hanging porch plants. Breezes gently rock-a-byeHer nursery which she madeWith the greatest of care;No fear of any danger there,Hanging high above predators. Now serenaded by her mate’s songsFrom nearby trees,They each await their newlyCreated family and theNew music that will erupt soon. Each year they return;Each year their songsInvigorate and awaken meTo a brand new season of life. Carolyn Brunelle
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New Windows A silent strangerstares back unresponsivefrom a window to a worldI can no longer understand;has me undone to my foundationreduced to wretched tearstears of confusion,frustrationand yes, haunting fear.How did I get here anyway?Yesterday was blissnothing at all like this;how do I talk to you now?I was so in love with the old youthe familiar old you,and your charming ways.Now, it's bye bye babyand here you are,a whole new youon a brand new day.I want to move on toobut.....Dammit!there is so much to say.Same paths and same old waysaren't enoughwhen you're using another language;you have to talk to me! ! Carolyn Brunelle
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Night Companions Lady nightdances across the horizonflourishing her skirtsof blue velvetbringing closureto the daywith a snap of her fan;leaving a spray of jewels. Jewelsthat framethe windowto the universe. The moon and stars,ever displayedin night skies,eternal comfort forsearching hearts;companionsin the heavensfor lonely souls. Carolyn Brunelle
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Night Embrace Come from the shadows in your mind;whisper the things of your heart.Fill the night with that hidden beautytil dusk meets the dawn. Lift the veil from your eyes. Gaze into a loving moonand a canopy of welcoming stars;the night is filled with friendsjust waiting to talk back. Carolyn Brunelle
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Night Train Life is a lonesome night trainof empty cars on immutable tracks;only God knows where. A rolling thundering chaosthat screams, rattles and bellows;each movement echoesin an endless blackness. And,guided only by a single piercing light,it plows headlong into a great unknownas if it really knows where it is all going. Carolyn Brunelle
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Nineteen Pills Nineteen pillsTaken every single day,A mix of meds and vitamins;Only one of my life’s disciplines.A regimen that just beginsAs I Exfoliate and Moisturize,Then put drops in my eyesSpray my sinuses, andTake an allergy pill.And I’m still not done tillI apply some ointmentFor aches and pains,Manicure the nails again.There’s oils and soaksAnd butters for my feetI watch my diet,Stay away from sweets;Eat lighter foods and exerciseGet regular checkupsFor teeth and eyes.Get a physical every yearKeep a frost in my hair,So what on earth is “fair”About working this hardTo feel and look my best,Only to run into a friendFrom a long ago pastWho cheerfully announces(Makes you want to scream)“Gee, you look great -“How lucky you areIt must be in the genes! ” Carolyn Brunelle
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No Eulogies For Life Don't want any funeral,viewings or floral wreaths,no eulogies or readingsor statements of belief. No need for weepingfrom any who ever knew me;nor attendance requiredfrom those who only screwed me. THIS mortal life is what I lay downto rest here in this sod;but all that makes me who I amhas returned back home to God. Carolyn Brunelle
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No Inspiration Nothing to inspire;ExpectancyWith no fruit,A blank pageWaits.Something easilyDistracts,And all is lost.The moment passes;An unrealized work dies.Such are the little deaths. Carolyn Brunelle
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No Lament No tearful lamentnot anymorewouldn't live it any differentthat much is for sure. Family was firstthe way I wanted it to bebut now that time is goneretired, no responsibilities. And now that it's doneand I am free,I'm about the businessof creating a whole new me! Carolyn Brunelle
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No One There Thought you'd go on forevertried to convince my heartto believe that from the startbut now this empty cavernin my chest tells meyou are irretrievablyand unbelievably gone.Oh god to touch yousee you once morelook into your blue eyeskiss your mouth,hold you if only to say goodbye.But it's too lateyou're not thereyou've already gone;and all that was usis back to one. Carolyn Brunelle
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No Poem Today Sorry, there is no poem today.I haven’t much to say,my creativity is dulledand I’m in need of fresh scenery;a nice ‘stimulus package’to re-boot the sluggishness.I fear even my muse needsa little vacation,some rejuvenation.I have a date with a sparkling daysome ocean waves and white sand;can barely wait to see her.We’ll stroll the beach together,share parts of ourselvesand listen to one another;who knows...I might even hear a poem. Carolyn Brunelle
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No Sun In The Soul Sometimes five layers of clothescouldn’t warm the cold in my bones.I feel so much older than my years andas gray and dark as the weather is outside.Life seems to have retreated from my spirit entirely. I am wearied and pained by my recent losses,the goodbyes to relationships, and to youth.I am inconsolable; my inner compass dulled.Maybe it’s just another perk of growing old,having days when there’s no sun in the soulno wanting or caring either. Just a nothingness. Wish I could go talk to mom and dad about itbut both are gone now. I talk to them anyway;but perhaps with a little more understanding these daysof the sadness that was always in mom’s facewhen she looked at her own parents’ picture on the wall. Carolyn Brunelle
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No Valentines Please No paper valentinesfor me please andI'm fresh out of roses!What a diseaseto feel compelled by an industryto do what they sayon a specific dayso they can make moneyand you can tell your honeyI love you.I do that everyday, so does he,we don't needto be told to hug and kisswe have 45 years of thisday in and day outwe already knowwhat love is about. Carolyn Brunelle
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Not Alone Experiences sharedmake burdenseasier to bare; lightens the heaviest loadson most difficult roads. Somehow we are stronger;when not so aloneday after dayknowing that anotherhas traveled this way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Not To Worry She calls from four thousand miles awaywhen others think she is restingstill weak, breathless, disoriented.Another mini-stroke after a fallbut not to 'worry'!Then we hear all the stories;how she hides thingsdoesn't want to showerwon't use her walker, her oxygen,sneaks pills from the cabinet.I wish there was a pillfor this ache in my heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Nothingness A grey pallor hangs over the room.Sorrow seeps through the cracksleaves a heavy cloth over the heart;this empty hole in my soulsucks what joy there was away.Nothing turns to nothingness.Nothing helpsnothing remains;nothing will be the same again.Can nothing be done about this?A sweet goodbyeand one last kisscan’t be all there is. Carolyn Brunelle
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Nothing's Easy No trouble working hard,done that all his life;but how to playwell, let's just sayTHAT's a can-o'-worms.It's now his time, his turn.Retired, life has him in a spinhow to stay busy, whenthere's no demands on him.All the freedom he dreamed aboutnot such a big deal he's found out,when there's nothing to manageto work or control; without the jobnothing to force him out the door.It's a completely different thingcreating life anew,when all you have to think aboutis your own life and you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Nothing's New Nothing's newfrom across the worlddetails of nature's wrathman's stupiditiesgovernmental attempts to control it allreligion's cheeky responsesprotestations, edicts, apologiesnames muddied in exposed shamelives destroyed, shock and losswars and rumors of same.On and on it goes andit shows in every broadcastman is the same as alwaysfraught with his own failingsweaknesses, corruptions, ignorance;all the while innocents pay the prices.Life no longer spins on a dimebut by a throw of the diceyet the people grow and flourishlove still shinesthrough the cracksandthere is a God after all. Carolyn Brunelle
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Obedient She smiles at latest arrival in her armspleased with yet another grandchild;though they've all lost counthow many that makes now. 'Go forth and multiply'has been taken to heart. No matter the sky high debtthe house caving around their knees;her original eight follow the set pathand God knows they're being obedient. Carolyn Brunelle
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October Glory She will be a sterling beauty,New and fresh and willing;Welcomed by these open arms,These weary but hopeful hearts.Sadness has gripped this land;It continues to yearnFor a responsive love.So many have taken its strength,Its devoted nurturing,Only to falter and break andLeave the earth empty and aching.But very soon now,Another promise will arriveAnd the eternal hope renews with her.“October Glory” be true to your name;Bless and claim us as your ownLove us in return;Stay and make this your home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ode To Gardners Plants and flowers,Shrubs and treesWarmed by the sunshine,Kissed by the bees.Ever growing;Ever green.Sweetest bloomsWe’ve ever seenArrive in SpringWith each new breeze;And dropp us faithfullyTo our knees. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ode To Seniors Suddenly the lights go outas if nobody's home in this mindrendered blank as a Vegas chip.Another perfectly good idea vanishesinto the void of a “senior moment.'I spit out a colorful expletive or two;try to return to what I was doingbefore the rush to find pen and paper,before I forgot what the hell they were needed for.And so it goes in my life,‘gotta be quick and fast’ and I’m neither.Thank God I live in the computer age;at least I still have nimble fingers. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Absent Valentines 'Can you feel me, know I still care asmy fingers reach to stroke your hair?My spirit lingers all around, thoughI try not to frighten or make a sound.' 'Yes, I feel your spirit in the air,sometimes I feel you everywhere.I didn't know angels could be foundhovering so close to those on the ground.' 'I am always near to you my dearso you're not so alone or feel any fearthrough empty rooms and empty arms,have any reason to be alarmed.' 'I know you are close, and miss me too,though there’s little else either of us can do.We must live on, but in two different placesuntil such time there are no more spaces between us.' 'Yes, we'll live on, in these worlds apartstill holding on to this love in our hearts;so “Happy Day My Valentine”, my only love,I still feel you here in these heavens above.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Baggage This old baggage won’t do;the tattered bindingsand ripped seamscan never holdall new dreams.I must buy anotherstronger and betterthan the otherone for starlight gleamand moon glow.I've lots of work to doand a long way to go;other roads are waitingand I mustn't be late. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Battles... Old Ghosts We were young and strongNaive and trusting whenThe world took us for a ride;Stripped away our youth and joyAnd drug us ragged and emptyTo a place neither of us understood.Through years of loneliness and painWe suffered and fought tillAge finally brought two old warriorsA welcomed measure of peace,Even some well earned rewards.But the pain of those years runs deep;The memories live on like old ghosts,Haunting remindersOf battles fought and wonAnd the awful prices paid. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Birds Life was flight;wings aflutter at his sidenests madechicks hatchedever on the forage for foodYears passedin sunshine and stormtheir family grownflew off on their own.Now two old birdson familiar shorehuddle together stillagainst life’s chillseason in and season outit’s what their lovewas always about. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Dog His eyes have grown dim with agebut not the mind behind them.Hands spotted and coarsenedfrom hard work and useage;the years have wearied the bodybut there is still laughter in him,dare I say a ‘spark of excitement’just seeing you arrive with magazines,and news and your caring;caring enough to come at all. Not many do anymore.Eager to talk and share and be a part ofa world he no longer understands,still angered at politics and current eventsall those things he was passionate about inyouth, the old dog can still be roused.But soon he wearies and falls to slumber;at last you are trusted by the alpha maleif only, so he can fall to dreams of stronger days Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Heartaches Old memories, like my old bonesare still aging and aching;it could be that they always will,on some level or another. Seen too many bridges burnedand roads that led me nowherewith nothing but sad regrets,and heartaches. Blaming myself doesn’t make it true.You can only do with what you’ve got;life has always been just a grab bagof hopes and actual circumstances. Guess the only real truth is that allthat could be done, was what i did;all the rest is ‘maybes’, ‘wish i hads,‘wish i’d dones’and the ‘could have beens’. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Hiding Place Years went byWhile it all gathered dust.There in an old hiding placeFar from the light;Tucked away from the world,It rested quietly and waited.Then one day,Light pierced that darknessWhen a door opened onLong buried secrets;Awakened the ghostsOf my pastAnd my needTo finally deal with them. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Kitty His soft caramel coat of fursports a variety of yard debrisfrom morning rolls in the dirt.In a sprint that turns him into a bluracross the backyard,he shakes off the lethargy of winter;picks up his wildness with a fervornot seen 'til advent of Spring.Once more those old bones spark to life;awaken from long winter slumbersto rejoice with the rest of nature. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Lights So many, and each onerepresents a part of my history;dear old friends and mentors thatI continue to dust and hold close.Wherever new journeys take methese are the sentinels of my past.Old lights they may be,but I treasure those paths insidewhere they brought meand taught me to see. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Photograph It’s all a dance!Brash and gaudyShe laughs loudAnd loves the grapeThat frees her for awhile;Reality is so confining.A recalled strangerFrom old faded photographs,Skirts rejuvenated,Revels in the funStill there in her head. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Roads Who would guessthe many pathstraveled in a lifetime.Paths of pain and joy,opportunities, decisionsall creating new directionsthat have taken me to this future;un-imagined in youthful visions. The journeys unplanned,detours unforeseen,a canvas of color and contrastthat lies behind these eyeshas seen as many stormsas cloudless blue skies. They are the ancient teachers;and foundation of my tomorrows.Old roadsstill remembered clearlyheld precious nowas old friends;they have all served me well. ______________________________________________________ google search 'autumlovr blog' for graphic posting of this piece Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Sages Sick and tired, feeble and weak,Lost in her mind and unable to speak,She stares out the window withNo memories now and nothing to do, While memories are allHe has left to cling to,Of the life they’ve lived, andAll they’ve been through. Strange how things change. In sixty years of married lifeShe once followed his every move;He now sits at the feet of his wife. Alone, yet still together;One last storm they must weather,These two fading old sagesWaiting for God to turn the pages In a Book they both hopeWill offer new life, to Another weary old manAnd his weary old wife. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Sailors Old Sailors,too oldto sail the seas,bound to the landhold salty memoriesclose to their hearts,while their bodies,like their boats,age and fall apart. In sweet reveriesof sunsetspink in the sky,gales that did blowand seagulls on high,old sailors nodand dream and prayof sailing high seasagain someday. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Vet He was just an old man in the neighborhoodLost his wife a few years before, butHad a nice house, never bothered anybody;Was known as the old geezer next door. Had money but couldn’t rememberTo pay all the bills;He was slipping a little each day.Took him a long time to meet his endAnd die in such a way. No warmth in his life, no heat in his house;No matter the amount of blankets or coatsThey found him frozen to his own floor,That poor old geezer next door. First lost his wife, then his own life;Lost his mind along the way too.What a tragedy, no one took any noticeOf the long, quiet sufferingOf an old Vet from World War II. Carolyn Brunelle
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Old Wine When I aman old womanI shall take my rest;gather all my daysto my bosomto warm my bonesin coldness of years.There will be peaceto fill any holesleft by regretand bubbles of joyshall arise in my soulas these watersare changed to wine. Carolyn Brunelle
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Older Music The light bulbs humAs the frig knocks outA rhythm and beatTo accompany the rainBanging on the metal awning. An unexpectedLittle melody ramblesThrough my head.I’m fifteen againFirst prom, Falling in loveWith youAnd the Beatles.I still love you like thatYeah, yeah, yeah yeah. Carolyn Brunelle
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Olympian Athletes trained and yearning to seizeA most coveted golden dream,Nervous and eager for the challenge;Remember friends and family's dedication,The commitment to them and to their team.In that flame of hope, there sparks a prayerFor strength to endure; to do one's best.”Champion me, O God,Let me be brave in this struggle;Courageous in the attemptAs I honor them, myself and Thee.” Carolyn Brunelle
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On A Summer Breeze Summer breezes dance andTease my wind chimesIn melodic sounds thatSets my mind adrift on a seaOf memories from bygone days;They were such Golden Days.The beauty of lightning bugsThe sounds of Whipporwills andMockingbirds, frogs and crickets,Created a heightened sense of serenity;Peace was easily foundIn those voices of nature.Life in the city is a landscape of concrete.A constant swooshing of cars past my houseAssaults the senses in a moshOf fractured people noises;I am a far cry from Grandma's farm.But these childhood memories,Recalled now only upon rare occasions,Still remain as my mind’s tranquil oasis,A nostalgic retreat from my world;As treasured as dear old photos. Carolyn Brunelle
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On The Move Searching highsearching low,loved my old placebut it’s time to go.Need more spaceand a fresh, clean start.Have so much to do,and my own partis just the beginning...paint chips and packing,shopping and cleaning;weeks of whirlwind activity.Hope it's all worth it to me,meetings with appraisersand realtors,viewings and showings,don't know how longI can keep going.Selling one,buying another;had no ideathis would be such a mother.Then finally a done dealmeets with hearty congrats,lots of handshakes and laughter,Enjoy! It’s all yours....may you live happily ever after.And, at last I have what I wantedwhere my heart has taken root;my new home-sweet-home... but what an exhausting pursuit. Carolyn Brunelle
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On Wings She is our special gracean Angel Face Rose,that continues to blossomand create a place ofbeauty in our hearts. Heaven only knowswhy God chose us tobe the guardians of thisprecious flower of promise. She is absolution;answered prayer,a candlein dark places of regret.Perhaps some thingswere done rightlyif her lightcould shine so brightlyand be such a hopeful offeringfor a world we have yet to see. Waxing strongin the shadow of thosewho have adoredand taught herto be unafraidof life’s challenges,she is the new generation,the torch,that lights the way to a new day beyond us all. And soon she will soarhigh and freeon the wingsof the immense lovethat has embraced and nurtured her,where she will create
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her own bright new songfrom the music of the many heartsthat have lifted her to her flight. Carolyn Brunelle
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Once Upon A Dream There was a time we had our dreamsBut even then we knew full well,No matter how long or hard we triedOur life would still be just a shell. The world keeps on turningSame with us, nothing’s ever new;It’s all so very tiresome my loveDoing the same old thing we do. Over and over we begin again,A sincere and honest go of it;But nothing changes who we are orHelps make the two of us a better fit. How long will it take for usTo finally come to our senses;Enough to realize we can’t go onSimply building more and more fences. “We have to break down the barriers,Find some other way,Because we simply can’t go on like this, ”But isn’t that what I always say. If either of us could accept the truthEven if that breaks our hearts,At least we’d have a brand new slate,Maybe the chance for another start. But we’ll cry and make more promisesPretend it’s not an impossible climb;Convince ourselves that our “once upon a dream”Is something more than a waste of time. Carolyn Brunelle
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Once Upon A Time “Once upon a timeIn a land so far awayLived a little fairy princess, ”My grandma used to say.We could fly through the skiesOr sail the oceans blue,Be off on any adventureAnywhere we wanted to.Always through my mindMy Grandma would findSome exciting new storyThat would take us there.And through those booksShe would read,She made me believeIn the magic that was inside me;Where in the wondrous placesOf a child’s imagination,I could become all I wanted to be. ____________________________________________________See this and others at my poetry blog: Carolyn Brunelle
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Once Upon A Tree A symbol of strength and enduranceI can't bring myself to take it out.It should've starved at the rootsbut managed to eek out somethingfrom depleted soils, lack of waterand attention in leaner years.Predator vines and disease envelopedthe trunk,limbs twisted themselvesgrew into odd shapes;and yet it survived.It lives still, healthy now because ithas all it needs to flourish,although the struggle of the early yearshave left their permanent scars. Carolyn Brunelle
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One Day One day,you will regret today;realize how you woundedhearts that only adored you. One day you will crybitter tears of sorrowwhen you remember.In some tomorrowyou will wish you hadjust one more dayto make amends andlaugh with us again. Because one day,there will come a daywhen there isn’tone day left. Carolyn Brunelle
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One Heart Apart Most of her, still livesin that other world with him;separate and divided,aching for wholeness again. All within her,yearns for what waswith no missing parts,no more apart,one heart aliveand one heart not. Old loves, they need the otherin whatever worlds they roam,has ever been from the beginningthat one another is their true home. Carolyn Brunelle
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One Voice Her family raised and gone,she, too, has moved onbeyond the life of her youth;its yoke of responsibility cast off.From a career's daily grind'retirement' now redefines her;even the old voices of guilthave been silencedwhen polish and dusting clothswait for the housekeeper's handsand the vacuum roarsin someone else's ears.She's about the businessof living her golden years;the only voice she hearsat long last...is her own. Carolyn Brunelle
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Only A Boy His uniqueness sparked tauntingand ridicule;he was sounlike the others. None botheredto get close to the boywho didn’t fit in;didn’t measure upin waysanyone could accept. Their eyes were trainedfor the ordinary,different was easier to label;far more difficultto fit into their box. Carolyn Brunelle
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Only A Matter Of Time It was a crisp, bright sunny day;The neighborhood was aliveWith children’s laughter.Signs of springtime were everywhere;Seemed the whole world was happyAbout just being alive.Then I caught sight of her;Watched her turn in andWalk up the sidewalk to askIs this the women’s shelter?'I have nowhere else to go', she explained.'I’m only sixteen butI can’t go back;I can’t make him stop andIt’s only a matter of timeYou see,Until he ‘likes’ my little sisterJust as he always has me.They all hate me now anyway;Said I should have more respectFor my fatherInstead of bringing such shameUpon the family.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Only Mortal The sex was better and greater than expectedsecrets and lies wrapped it in extra excitement;it was the loyal heart that waited unknowingwould reap the awful stain, be the one left in pain. Deepest regret never washes it awaynever completely erases the betrayal;puts it all back the way it waslike the same furniture in a re-painted room. What's done is done, there is no going back;maybe in time steps can be made to move on.But in place of a promise, a soul now bleedsover vows once made forever stolen away. Only forgiveness can ever put it on a shelf;make the choice to walk away from the closet where all ancient skeletons lie abandonedand covered in the dust of mortal sins. Carolyn Brunelle
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Only Six Miles Abandoned and pennilessShe managed toFinish raising her children;Is half raising her grandchildren.Living at the bottom of the heapOf lost jobs, houses, cars, men,And her youth along the way;She still hasn’t found a man to love herThat’s worth a damn.But at least she’s found a jobTo put a little food on the table;It’s only six miles down the road.Now she worries How much furtherHer old feet and legs will take her,... Even holding onto Jesus. Carolyn Brunelle
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Original Seed She used a small delicate bladeto patiently peel the fruitof its tough outer skin;each layer curled away andgently fell from its sweetness. A better suited tool was neededto rout out the centerwhere the original seedcould be effectively expelled. Its thrust violent and effectivebrought the color of a memory;she could only watch and weepas the blood of todaydrained from yesterday's sorrow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Other Creatures Just because he wandered into the world of people within,doesn't mean we have the rightto squash the life from him.I gently grab this other lifeset his new path in stoneas I move him to the great outdoorswhere he will feel much more at home.Have often wondered what new lifehe might have created therewith all new friends and vistasfor him to navigate and explore.Each of us serves some purposealways been my belief;the least I can offer my fellow creaturesis a life of harmony and peace. Carolyn Brunelle
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Other Vistas You gave from your hearta sweet gesture from the start;but tuck the hurt away nowchalk it up to experience. Waste no more time or effort on thosewho lack manners or appreciation,not even a simple 'thank you' uttered;don't sell out to boorish ingrates. Was a good deed donefor the wrong people.Move on.Don't let your heart be undone. Life always provides waysa generous spirit is better served;sometimes there is warmer welcomein the embrace of strangers than one's own. Look for other vistas. Carolyn Brunelle
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Our Young Place Even efter all these years,A flood of memories washes over me,The fog of time lifts; years vanish.This is where we met; fell in love;“Our young place.” Everybody has one,Their time in the sun;That ‘once upon a time’Of starry eyed dreams and hopes. I promise, no matter how old we get, my love,Those two kids will always be alive in us;I can still feel them...Every time I’m in your arms. Carolyn Brunelle
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Out In The Yard High temps too soon hasExploded the size of our plantsBeen out in the yard most of the dayTrying to overcome the enormousGrowth that has occurred. Yard guys aren’t to blame, justThe way of things and mother nature.Tiring day trimming back even moreThan could be accomplished in oneInitial pruning. Now sitting here at the computer,My fingers are sometimes movingAnd sometimes not; as I drift in andOut of power naps and wishing I couldGo to bed early tonight. The eveningIs still young, it’s just me that isn’t anymore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Own World I am solitudeIn a busy world,A single figureOn a playground swingListening to clattering dinner dishesFrom glowing kitchen windows.I am a childIn a blue snow world,Cold envy pressedAgainst glass,Only imaginingSuch warmthWhen I am happiestAmong the stars. Carolyn Brunelle
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Painter In broad splashes across the skya rainbow of color and hueremains from recent sunset;a golden moon is on the rise. A delta breeze moves through the treesending a hot summer's day;a breath of relief for all of nature,beasts and human alike. A blanket of twinkling jewelsstretches across the heavensas if an almighty hand scatteredthem horizon to horizon. I am humbled beneath a mantle of such beauty.Each masterful stroke this summer's evestirs my senses and invokes a reverence as it paints itself in the skies of my soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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Party Of Two I am learning to liveWith another voiceChattering through myCreative thoughts;Other sounds in the house.Busy shoes that clickety clickUp and down the hallways;Go in and out of doors.I am learning to liveWith a snacker;A retired fast tracker while heLearns how to play golf and the guitar;How to paint.My heart’s singular complaint...It yearns to drink heartily againOf the solitude it once knew.But all things come to pass;This too shall fade into my pastAnd I will learnAll over againHow to be a party of two. Carolyn Brunelle
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Passing Moment Passing time on a hot Texas daywith a little added imagination;kids catchin' grasshopperswith some innocent competition.The challenge: how many to a jar. First the afternoon to hunt,then the count;by nightfall the release, so that allcould hop back into tall grasses again.A children's game of no harm, no foul. Less experienced, anxious, he clumsilysnagged the largest of the long legged giants,couldn't fit much more than two or three;she, with patience and delicacy, loadedher jar with the tiniest of the green beauties. But the day's triumph faded quicklyinto a moment not meant to be;made to sacrifice her victoryto the envy and tears of another'after all he's your little brother.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Passing The Time Away Who knowshow much timelies in wait?Obits sayI'm makin' it ok;but then tomorrowis up for debate.They're droppinglike flies you know.Least I have my wits,my wine, and you;anything wildthe two of us can do? Carolyn Brunelle
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Perfect Days Some perfect daysaren’t always spent by the seain lovely scenery.Some are perfectly formedand discovered unexpectedlyin the ordinarymoments in living. A good report from the doctor,a call from a loved one healingfrom a long illness,a raise in salary;the jubilant child accepted to college. Life’s little successes andtremendous victoriescreate days that build a life,become lifejackets we cling to;anchors to steady uswhen the storms come. Carolyn Brunelle
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Perfect Endings Airplanes, airports,hotel rooms and restaurants,gift shops and sceneries,visits with the family,stimulate the sensesin a burst of activity;a whirlwind of creativity. New poetry flies fromcomputer keyswhile pictured memories areshared in emails and lettersto bring completion;“the perfect ending”. But soon enoughthe dreaming will begin again,dreams that will become new plans;plans for other journeysthat will fire up the juices one more. Carolyn Brunelle
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Perspective I am the delicate webbingStitched with careThat holdsThe garden trees together; The crystal dropsOn the rose budsLeft fromLatest shower. I am the hummingbirdScouting forLast year’s nectar; The two robinsOne singingOne buildingA new residenceIn aHanging porch plant. The worldBecomesA larger placeFrom Spring’sPerspective. Carolyn Brunelle
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Pills Some think there's an antidoteto all of life's ills.At the end of the day,a hand full of pillserases the mindfrom all its tomorrows;a sweet releasefrom all today's sorrows. A manufactured curefrom which glory streams,a life being lived throughpharmaceutical dreams.Days and weeks soonturn into years;a mind is lost in the hazeand glaze of empty tears. A veil of confusion thatturns into self-doubt,consumes the soulthat is left withoutany love, any pride,any hope or self-worthas it languishesand diesfrom the antidote. Carolyn Brunelle
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Place In The Sun Busy little architectweaving your webbed palacein the wood,how clever of youto hide in plain view. Steady dedication,hard work,attention to design;will reap rewards in time. Success comes to those whofight for their place in the sun;heartiest admiration for the onewho stays the course and wins. __________________________________________________Google 'autumlovr blog' for a more graphic posting of this piece Carolyn Brunelle
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Play Me A Poem Play me a poemsail me to sea;but crossyour heartbefore you playwith me. I'll unlock the cabinunjar the doorshwoosh away webssit cross legged on the floor.Revival remembersdays of youth gone bymakes a pact againnot knowing why. You can play me a poembut it costs, you see,you have to play niceget real over precisecome away from your world and just be. Carolyn Brunelle
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Poet A flat black and white screenbecomes a portalthrough which worldsplay out,one pixel,one keystroke at a time.He frees himselffrom whatever liesin that space between his headthrough a mute screenwith typewritten words that fly;empties himselfbefore he dies with it alllocked inside. Carolyn Brunelle
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Poet Hidden No awards or accoladesno recognition or ticker parades;no one caresabout a hermit's demise,his work in secret holds little surprise. Yet work he doesto empty it allfrom corners deep within,from attic places and webbed crawl spaces,tornadoes that reap the wind. It all rips through his soulin a stream of words so thatnight becomes curse, sharp as sword.Call they do; call by name,the tortures of a soulthat have no desirefor the light of fame. Worlds crash togetherwhen the voices come to call;deep are the caverns behind the wallshe built for himself through the years,built by a soul yearning to be freefrom all the things he fearsand cannot see. Carolyn Brunelle
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Poetry Words floating on airsilent beautyreaching out toentice the mind Like the morning miststhat blanket asleeping worldretreat from the rising sun, Poetry is a lightin the darknesscalling the heartto surrender to its warmth. Carolyn Brunelle
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Poets Write a little poem, perhaps make it rhyme,Count and mark all the beats in time.Create stories of issues unexpressed,Fears and sadnesses and feelings repressed. Give it a title, a ‘by-line’ makes it your own.Type it and sort it and send it alongTo carry your heart into the night,Free up your soul, and make everything right. Such are the writers who ache and feel alone,And need little recognition for what they have done.The voices that can’t seem to speak in the day, are thePoets, in their poems, who know exactly what to say. Carolyn Brunelle
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Possibilities He never gave up hope,Stopped trying,Or believingIn a world of possibilities. Never able to reach anyFurther in his own life,He instilled the dreamIn his children. And when, That flame flickered and died,The embers still lit fires;Warmed other hearts and soulsWho carried that hope, that faith Forward intoA future, whereHis children’s childrenCould finally reach to the stars. Carolyn Brunelle
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Pray And Let Go It is a pain that has left me numbedand unable to feel or speak; but deep insidemy heart and soul weep in despair, and needcomfort from someone who's been where I am.How do I even form the wordsbeyond this heavy cloud that hovers;and smothers all light and joy from me?Unhinged, trapped in this silence,I can only stare into the abyss;how do I look away before it kills me?Oh God, unwrap these frozen fingersthat cling to the edge of hope;there is nothing left for them to doexcept pray, and leave these things to you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Priorities Racing to keep upfalling behind too,living by the clockis all I seem to do. I need to let go;invest in thingsthat really matter.Write a new poem,telephone chatter,do a little shopping;buy a garden hat,do a little thisthen do a little that.Plant a lovely gardenand see how it grows,let the flowerstell meall I need to know. There is more to lifethan watching a clock;governedby every little tickand every tock. A life fully lived,each and every day;is in all those precious momentsthe clock....lets slip away Carolyn Brunelle
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Psychedelic A fish that swims in pools of thoughtmay explore places it really shouldn't ought;roam the swamps of yesterday's sorrowsskip along clouds in the skies of tomorrow. Befriend the child so small and scared;empower the adult to be confident and preparedadventurer, painter, poet, friendor just as quickly none of them. Electric powered lightning rodrainbow colors can turn dark and oddflash in a rush of colored heatcharm the socks right off your feet. Daytime, nighttime any time of dayscenes may change in a million waysbut this one fact still remains true,it's the world of imaginationthat creates the land of you. Carolyn Brunelle
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'Puff' Is Not A Magic Dragon The illusion is gone so it's no longer temptingbut I still remember the powerof its seduction after all these years.That long slow deep draw sucked into the lungsthe flutter of eyelids and roll of eyeballsas it hits the one nerve you have left, full on.The huge expulsion in a powerful exhalethat releases tension in inner and outer worldsas the brain swims in ecstasy;before it ventures into deeper pools for moreof what it craves.Again and again, hit after hitwith nothing more to medicate or placateit becomes how you cope;you disappear in the urge that carries youfrom one pack to another.Thoroughly bonged, saturated and standing in ruinthere's never a full breath of your own.You cough and wheeze your waysickened more and more every dayyou get closer to your grave.But then you're accustomed to breathing shallow,if you can still breathe at all,on a road destined to be laid waste and fallowwhile you continue to puff your life away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Purest Magic I believe in magic. I believe there is a magicwoven into hearts of any age.It draws us to its bosomeach time we turn the pageto a new chapter in life;invites our entry into a larger world.That pure light of discovery is magic,it stretches out toward the heavenswith an open mind andconnects us to God's universal magicin us all. Carolyn Brunelle
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Purple Passions Purple passions, crimson sin,Yellow daisies witnessingTheir secret fall from grace. Ribbons of pink float on airBeneath blue skies so soft and fair,Time stands still in youthful lustA touch, a caress, all lost in dustOf time and space. Yet in this placeThere is a sweet embraceRemembered still, ofTwo lovers on a hill,Reflected in her smile. Carolyn Brunelle
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Re-Adjustment I’m sorry I left you.I left myself too in a poem;wrote all of me out in the lines.Didn’t design it that way,simply retreated back to my centerlike I always do, when my worldbecomes challenging; confusing.It’s easy being in my mind,it’s quiet and peaceful;I can get my bearings,a part of myself back in line.Writing keeps me sane,albeit distracted from the world.I know I can’t stay in my head foreverSo how do we fix this?Now that you’re re-defining yourself,I need to come out of myself long enoughto meet in the middle somewhere, like we used to.I want my life to have you in it againand you need to re-adjust to who I am now too. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ready Only a precious few remaintaken of a high school boy,a young aviator in flight jacket,a portrait with new bride.This last one, more deeply treasured,haunts me nowseeing how little of him is left.Life has used him up;made him old and heart weary ashe sits there alone in their kitchencradling his precious little doggazing off somewhere inside himself.A bittersweet revelation speaks from the moment captured,his soul was emptiedand more than ready to move on. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rebels Those who can't figure it outrebel;call themselves rebelsmake a lot of noise,create a lot of chaos. A cover for the lost and confused'how dare you say I can't,when I know I can;just becauseI don't know how to do it YOUR way.' And so they say 'screw you!I'll launch out on my own and make it ok,do it the way I want.'BUT,it will all come back again one day... when youth has fadedwhen rebellion is gonewhen they want to be heardwhen they need to really matter. Carolyn Brunelle
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Reclamation There insideThe old family recipes,Beneath the angerStuffed away in the closetsShe waitedTill the yearsFell awayFrom yesterday’s grudgesLike so much dust.A child’s heart ReclaimedHad grown strong;Ready to clean houseCreate all new recipesOf her own. Carolyn Brunelle
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Red Wine Stain What’s to be gainedfrom a red wine stainexcept to lamentthe money I spent;a waste of a perfectwhite scarf. Perhaps it is a sinto enjoy the grape,each luscious brewa reminder of earth’sfullness and pleasurewaiting in keg and bottle.But, alas, I have no fearof excess m’dear;it’s full speed on the throttle. I have much to forget;even more to remember.Each glass gives me surrenderto days gone by andmemories that no longer glowfrom a heart so protected by aperfect white scarf. Carolyn Brunelle
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Reflection That just simplycannot beher own reflectionin the mirrorshe sees. How on earthhas she changed so much,oh surely to goodnessit must be the dust. “I’ll wipe away the lies,you’ll see, (and she tries) there will bethat once youthful me.” An old woman’s eyesthat cannot visualizefrom a much older placethat youth and its reflectionlives now in another face. Carolyn Brunelle
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Remains Tearing at my mind;cold, icy shardsof the past,pierce the darknesswhere slumber’s shipsails onwithout me. Holdingyesterday’s flowersthey come,shrouded ushersto thoughts of thingslong buried,but not forgotten. Old winds,come to blow awaywhat little remainsof the night,and a soulseeking onlypeace and rest. Carolyn Brunelle
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Remodeling Remodeling an old,Outdated life,Is like emptied closets;Starkly void.Nothing from the pastFits me anymore,So I must begin Creating aWhole new wardrobe,For this older andBroader old broad.Filling the closetsIs going to be quiteAn exciting challenge. Feeling my way through,Only myself to please;I find easy, simple comfortBetter suitedTo a way of lifeThat also promisesTo be a better fit. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rescued Relishing your intense gaze;responding to your touch, irevel in your presence as my ownresolute world spins out of control,releasing me from fallow dreams inrising and falling rhythms. Racing hearts beating faster,rushing waves, rippling andready to meet their own;reaching for love in ravenousraptured kisses, i am revitalized, resurrected;reborn. Carolyn Brunelle
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Respect What do you think heaven is like?What does it mean to you?Does it have those streets of gold?Is there anything to do? Is there really a pearly gate;someone with a book,trying to find your written nameto give you that one final look? Do you gain appoval or denialto gain your entrance there?Does your soul become visibleso every fault is laid bare? Is heaven for you a paradisewhere love and comfort waits?Will you walk a country roadinstead of entering through a gate? Is it a place of light and colorwhere all things become clearor simply a final judgment;and a life based on that fear? Maybe heaven doesn’t existfor some who fail to believe,but then is heaven something realbecause others embrace it with zeal? If there is a place, in each man’s soulthat helps him get through the day,who can be God for each man’s need;be there to guide him on his way? If God is real and hears my prayers,then I know he’ll understand,I’d rather follow my own inner compassthan put my faith in the things of man.
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There are many versions of God;visions of heaven, a variety,like grains of sand in the sea,so I will respect who you are in lifeif you also have respect for me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Restored To see imperfection is not hard butself-acceptance is to be masteredand learned over a lifetime;balance and inner peace the reward.A soul's flame restoredpossesses the real power;one that passes through all doorsconfident and with no apology. The beauty in one's own humannessopenly displayed in theawareness that any who would judgeare only lost from themselves and afraid. Carolyn Brunelle
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Reunion The years fall away and disappearand you are the reason my dear;the minute your smiling face appears.Once again we are young and gayas we dance the wa-watoosi, giggleand re-live old times 'til break of day.Age can't erase the fun of that place insidewhere these two young girls still reside;those days, long gone in passage of time,still shine as bright and bubblyas our memories and wine. Carolyn Brunelle
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Reward The great good reward for working away youthis the time to sit at our table for breakfastand listen to robin songsin a garden of our own making,the comforts of retirement;such evening delightsas our nightly brewwhen sunlight fades. Content to leave behind youth,all its complicated struggle;we will find the soul’s peacein simplicity of longer, slower daystill we are freed from this worldto fly away to other mornings ... in the garden, ... just you and me, ... among the heavenly things. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rich Or Poor Opulent boredom loves to spend, in factshopping for 'more' is a favorite hobby;a thousand shoes in her wardrobestands as testament to her dedication. Then there's the jewelry and perfumesthe leathers and furs, the formal gownsand outfits for all occasions, wellat least those that her kind of elite attend. It's a life that affords few of this world's caresor worries since money is so plentiful there;yet even in that world of a thousand solesshe still can't find the one she really needs. Carolyn Brunelle
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River Miles and miles of roads;years of personal historyhad me drowning in a riverthat flooded over me. It tore away at angry rootsas it crashed these tender shores;left a brand new landscapewhere it doesn't hurt anymore. Cleansed all the old memoriesas it carved a new path to sea;I cried and cried me a river till it did its work in me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rock Of Ages A godly and devoted woman,my Grandma Patsy loved her family,making a home, singing in the choir, and taking care of Grandpa.Plucky old gal too, one that sufferedmore than her share to care enoughto pay the debts he'd left behind;although she never seemed to mind.Grandpa owned the town store;he'd given away groceries and supplies'on a tab' and fed hungry coal minersand their families for years and years.Took years before all was paid in fullsuch was her honor and self-respect;but it was the devotion of their familybought the Rock of Ages headstone. They were both Rocks for the Ages. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rockin' Along What do you dowhen there areno sad stories,no longings for love,no aching heartor thirst for blood?How do you writewith no axes to grind,nobody to hate;no skeletons from the pastor issues to satiate?When life is peacefullyrockin’ along,the only place a poetcan get a clue;find an inspiration,is to wait it through.From the depths of the soulthe instincts knowmore lies in the darknessthan really shows;a place where creativity reigns;flowing through the veinsand rivers of the mind.A world within a world,singing like a violin;creating the musicthat stirs the muse. Carolyn Brunelle
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Rocky Road Love can be a rocky roadCan lead you straight through hell,Stomp your heart,Crush your soul;Why we need itIs impossible to tell.Except love can also resurrectAnd create life anew,Give you legs to standThe wings to fly;Fill your life with purpose too. It’s both a blessing and a painThat drives us to our kneesPraying,“God help me find someoneThat I can hold onto please.I know your love is near meIn your eyes I find such grace,But I still need human comfort;Someone of my ownIn this earthen place.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Romance Mystery She blows inOn the breezeRuffling her skirtsBeing a tease.A sudden chillHits the airNobodyKnows just whereThis strangerHas come from.But summer’s warmthIs historyAs she stays awhileTo dance with the treesIn a summer romanceTurned mystery. Carolyn Brunelle
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Roots A hillbilly girland a hillbilly boycalled the Smokey mountainshometill they embraced thethe military life,that would send themall over the world.“Everywhere” was hometill one day it was time to followtheir hearts back to their children.Then home became the placewhere family welcomeda grandpa and a grandma;where they could grow old,and finally sink roots again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ruts These old tired shoesoffer no support.They're wornthrough and throughyet I wear them everyday.They don't suitmy life anymore;they're datedand they hurt,but it's easierthan making decisionsand shopping for new. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sail Away When you feel it all slipping;the miseries creeping in,you need to lighten upget it all together again. There is much on your plateso wash away those tears;lose yourself in the journeythere is nothing to fear. Accept what has passedit has charted your wayto sail into the sunsetat the end of each day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sailing Cherub faceframed in curls,nothing likethe heart of a girlto wrap you in a bow;gift your soullike no other.Her laughter, thegentle breezesthat pushyour tiny boat...Sailing sailingover ocean blue, andwhere ever she is going,she is taking you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sailing, Sailing A cherub face framed in curls,nothing like the heart of a girlto wrap you in a bow; she isa gift to your soul like no other.Her laughter, a gentle breeze,fills the sails of your little boat;you are sailing over oceans blue,and wherever she might be goingshe is taking you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Salvation Blues It's a special sound that has the powerto transport my mind and spiritto a different placebeyond my circumstance in life;bring comfort to these weary boneseven a smile through aching tears.I no longer feel disconnected,a motherless child adrift in the universe,when my heart and soul breathes that sweet breath of heaven;comes to life againin the rhythm of the Blues. Carolyn Brunelle
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Same Old Familiar Story Finally the light dawneth on a new day.You eventually learned a whole new wayto walk a vastly different roadbut old habits die hard.You are re-captured beneath that load.Soon you are back to your old bag of tricksdoing stupid things and getting your kicks.Sometimes we learn, but can't make the changefrom lovin' the old to beginning anew;frankly, I'm aching with disappointment for you.But all the things I want, isn't the real issueas much as who you are, just doing what you do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Same Old News Same old news, day after dayBut he doesn’t care much anyway.Life in his own little world hasChallenges aplentyThat continue to swirl around him. Right now it’s off to the store for more suppliesIf he can find his glasses, his keys, his list. HeWonders how much longer he can keep doing this;Tries not to think too much of sorrowful goodbyes. Old house sure is in need of some repairBut climbing ladders is too much of a scare.Yard’s a mess and needs a good mowing butLike the grass, his weariness is steadily growing. He never ventures off too far or too fast;Secretly worries if his mind will last.It gets harder and harder by the decade;And the fears get stronger too...Fear of dying, fear of living too long Carolyn Brunelle
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Sands Of Time One day,I shall meet my destinyin the dust of stars;those sands of timethat form and dissipatein perpetual creationacross starry universes,span untold galaxies. One day,time will emptythe last of these grains;stretch me outa beachon the shores of eternal sea. Carolyn Brunelle
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Scars Not all our scars are openly revealednot all wounds can be healed;there's a reason you can't seethe kind of pain someone else feels. Takes a lot of courageto hold it together from within;we must stand and face the worldno matter how hard life has been. So remember the smiling soulsyou see throughout your dayhow each one carries a sorrow and suffers in their own way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Schmoozer It’s all familiar territory to himcoming up against walls of resistance;an all too casually friendly shark.His animated adn engaging mannerflips through cards, papers, brochures,flashes a smile, wide as Montana skies.Says he’s traveled a whole lot of milesjust to bring the latest greatest innovation;with boring eagerness, he explainshow you can save a small fortune.(and his company can make one) Carolyn Brunelle
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Scraps A powerhouse of industryCleaned the cobwebsOf yesterday Never consideredA better wayThat would hold moreThan scrapsAt the end of the day.“Clean, clean, clean...Life should sparkle”,A valued lesson of yesterdayLearned well at her knee.But others too have had their say,“Let there be timeFor life day to day,Breathe in its joyAnd just be.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Sea Mystery Rippedfroma mother's breastit floats helpless;tossed aboutto and fro in the wavesin an undulationbetween two worlds.What once thriveddeep in the heartof a gentle sea,washes upon a lonely shore;cast offto meetits end.Andno oneyetknowswhy. Carolyn Brunelle
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Season Of Change The path ahead lies strewn with yesterdaysstretched out far as the eye can see;Autumn falls quick and silent.So willingly the leaves shuffle off in the windin answer to the call of nature in them;and I wonder if the whole of life isn'tas the ever changing seasons.The freshness of arrival in the beginninggiven to blossoming maturity in passage of time;then at the last, the relief of final releaseand the hope of a glorious legacy in the leaving. Carolyn Brunelle
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Season Of Grief A single leaf,blows lost and futilethrough an empty doorway.Silentfrozen in time,paralyzed by sorrow;a tender soul surrendersto its season of grief. Carolyn Brunelle
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Season Of Love He was searching for herShe was searching for him;Little did they know,It was right in front of them. Like two puzzle pieces,They fit groove and tongue;And their story, though not a new oneWas far from being done. So many roads they would travelSomehow just missing the other;Never quite crossing pathsThat would lead to one another. Guess it's in the timing of things;We’ll never know the rhyme or reasonWhy star crossed lovers finally meet,Unless even love has a season. Carolyn Brunelle
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Season Of Peace Another year is passedand we're still here, still blessed;grateful for every single day.Not alone in our challengesto health, heart, spirit and pocketbookan entire society, brave warriors all,hangs on and holds handsin a season of peaceThe abiding hope still isthat we can make amends,make new friendsmaybe even move on into another yearwith brighter days;it is what we all continue to pray. Carolyn Brunelle
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Secret Power I thought lovewas letting go;learning to trust.Do you have a needfor secrets?And what secretsdo you hide,hold close to the skin;tuck deep withinthe dark recessesof your heart?And why?More importantlyhow long will it taketo overcome the fearof making a mistake;before an 'I'can become about'us'? Carolyn Brunelle
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Secret Wellsprings Hidden soullockedinside a cellwith no keytilllove of poetryopenedthe stilled places. Now a spirit sings,flings open doorsto secret wellsprings;a flood,a rush;a hushfalls over a worldthat at last is free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Seeds Sown Time has not been kindwith the choices madein her youth;the unbridled excessesignorance and denialhave all cost dearly in old age. Her man, gone all too soonleft a hole of loneliness;that anger ripped her apart,but there was alwaysher devoted familyto patch and deal with the pieces. Now her support of iron and wheelsrobs meager savings, stealswhat is left of life for her care;time has not been kind at allgiven how cruel life can beand the choices made in her youth. Carolyn Brunelle
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Seeking Refuge Fragile ideas are renderedbenign and fruitless,vacuumed awayin a thundrous whirlwindinvading my office.Nowhere to runexcept here...the bathroom,the sacrosanct;the perfect creative placefor unmolestedprimal thought;the throne of powerful ideas. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sentinel Such a simple thing it was,Seen as “a great treasure”Lying thereCast forth from the waters. A child’s discoveryOn yesterday’s shoresDestined to becomeA silent sentinelIn storied recountings. Imaginations stirredIn younger, newer minds;Memories refreshedIn dear aging ones andGenerations joined. What other wonders waitA child’s discovery;Treasures of tomorrowIn the simple things of life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Septolet (Comes Autumn) Autumn geesein formationflyingoff somewhere Summer’s birdssinging in the treesunknowing Carolyn Brunelle
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Septolet (Nature's Way) Mouse, discoveringcat’s food;dallies awhile there Cat, rounding corner;finds much better fare. Carolyn Brunelle
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Serene Seduction A hidden behemothlies hidden there,mover of mountainscarver of canyons,energizer of streams;river creatortumbling and crashing,as it fallsits way to sea.Somewhere beneath it all,a ruling force of natureto be reckoned withremains mostly unrealized;unseen.Surface appearancescalm and sereneoffer only subtle warning,“Beware my beauty;give due respectto whatreigns in the deep.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Serenity Unforeseen delays in flight plansbecome moments dead still;a screeching halt to expectations.Nothing but waiting……………Waiting for weather changes;listening for updates. Some complain;others accept limitationsknowing when things areno longer controllable,all there is to do is relaxand enjoy the journey. Carolyn Brunelle
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Set In Stone She needed and dreamed of more,But a woman’s life was set in stone;Marriage was judged as betterFor herThan living some life of her own. Her life filled with hard workThe raising of her childrenTill they were grown;Her youthful dreams faded,Became aboutMaking them a good home. But at the end of her daysHer children gathered to scatter her ashes;Knowing how ‘mama’ wanted to roam,They set her free to the winds at lastNever again to be set in stone. Carolyn Brunelle
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Shelf Life Crusted over,Dust ladenFrom neglectIt all restsThereOn a shelf. A star, a conchA photo memoryOf the years;Happier timesMixedWith bittersweetTears. Ancient storiesYounger gloriesAll remnantsOf a flameBurned outLong ago. Carolyn Brunelle
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Shifting Gears A shift from high gear to lowWhen high is all you knowIs oddly disquieting.A diminished pace isA foreign place whenThere’s no pressure on you;Nowhere you have to go.Nothing is, as it was.Each day is a clean slate.You have to createA whole new path instead,Find another gear;Or a different vehicleTo get there.Many roads lie ahead,Limited only by imaginationAnd determination.Keep moving,You’ll find another way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Shoe I found a single shoe one dayJust lying there alongside the road.Been wondering about its owner;The story behind how it became a loner.I pondered... How can you lose just one shoe?You know they generally come in two’s.It could’ve been violently thrust airborneIn a car accident. AmbulancesPick up people, but not too many shoes. Maybe it was some other incident more bizarre.She was out for a night run and fell.Alone and without a cell phone,She limped her way homeAfter a fruitless search. Could be a child tossed it from a window.Where to look then, if you didn’t even know?Bet she cared when she needed it later;And irrated her no endNot being able to find it. Have you seen anyone latelyWho is strangely wearing only one shoe?Tell her thatOddly I, too, have only one shoe.So, now what do we do? Carolyn Brunelle
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Sign Of Hope (a rewrite) Dark green scrub oak treesDot the rolling foothills, In a chenile blanketof textures and colors. Bordered in ribbonsOf blossoms,Winding roads createFloral rainbows that Run through pasturesAbundant with newbornCalves, lambs; foals.A flourishing contrast To snaggle toothedFences, delapidated lattice barns,Toppled trees and debrisLeft by winter storms. God’s nature rebounds inThe eternal sign of hope;Fresh new life...And the beauty of Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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Signals Strikes of lightning,shout “take cover! ! ”,all very frighteningas a wave of her batonbrings ensuing rolls of thunderacross the horizon.Mother Nature drumming out,signals that a storm is coming;you can smell it in the airclosing in everywhere.Eyes no longer denyalerts given with such skill,when droplets appearon the window sillsAge old signsto flee for safety of course;a warning to have respectfor Mother Nature’s report. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silence Why are your eyes so silent?That spark of mischief has left you;a trait sorely missed.Your laughter has vanished;eyes that once danced with joynow lie hollow, empty with longing.Time heals if you can only let go.Allow your heart to restin this faith...there will come a daywhen your heart will smile again;there is always reason to hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silenced Life How strongyou must've beento live that waya caged sparrow;no mercy, no open doors. Life that would have yousubmit your life. Told by preacher,parent and politicyou have inferior wingsnot meant to fly;know your placeand do it 'til you die. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silenced Song How strongyou must have beento live that waya caged sparrow;no voice and no choice.Life would have yousubmit your lifeand then be silent about it.Told by preacher,parent and politicthat inferior wingswere not meant to fly;to know your placeand then do it 'til you die. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silent Beauty Cool night air pushed around by a ceiling fanparticularly soothes following a long day;the hour is late, the moon is high,only the things of nature come to life outside. I cherish the memories of other nightswishing on stars, and a young girl's dreams;but now I crave these moments to listento the other worlds in me, and to create. Senses heighten in the absence of man and light.A unique beauty, silent and serene, roams the nightlike a cat feeling its way through the darkness;it is the time to awaken the things inside, and explore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silent Thanksgiving She arrives unceremoniouslyfrom a long Florida flight;plays it low key like it's life as usual.Back home for Thanksgivingno fuss, no bother,a hug for sister,bigger one for mother;long as they don't look too close,don't ask, don't want to talk about it. 'Mm-m-m, the food smells heavenly.' Thank you God I made itfrom there (cancer) - - to here.But don't want to go there, not yetnot ready, just smile, look prettythey won't notice, or feel sorrythe old feelings won't come up again;the fear and vulnerability, the pain.Oh, God, if they only knewhow good they all look to me! ! 'You have no idea how glad I am to be here.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Silent Warrior As a youth in the 60’sI was so angrythat she wouldn’t stand upin her own life.The world outsidebrave and sufferingfor its freedom,its dream, its hope;defining a new agewhile she remainedafraid...to speak, to fight.Secretly she lost my respect;I was ashamed of her weakness.It would take many yearsfor me to seehow wrong I was,how strong she had to besilently fightingher battles in her own way;many of her prayers bouncingoff the ceilingwhile her faith in another daystrengthened her resolvefor her children’s futures. Carolyn Brunelle
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Silent Wishes I wish I were a star in the skywith no worries,floating byon a gentle breeze.Not as hard to be thereas long as it's not here;a star that blinksdoesn't have to think,has it easier than me. Twinkling promisesdrift on by;shadows fade in moonlit sky.A dreamer's gaze,unspoken hopes;silent prayers,thrown to the air.I am nowhere....but you are always there. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sin What a cheap shot!A bitter stickIt wasThat knocked me away.You choseTo stop in the road;Why it is you liveLife at the bottomOf the heap.Is compassion a sin?I only triedTo help you stand,Get upAnd get moving again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sleeping Warrior In my dreams,their rattling chainsechofrom distance places,tethering me to old fears;hauntings from ancient giantsthat awakenan inner warrior’s rest. “Listen to your own voices”, it whispers calmlyabove the clamor of unsettled soul,“Trust in your own power,you are strong enough to stand and conquer.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Slipping Away Time slips awayone hourone minute at a timein a race with old age;some days it outruns me.It brings fear to my door;sometimes to my table for teabut mostly, to my knees.It's grateful I amto have wonmore than a couple fightswith life's diseasesboth in flesh and spirit;to have had strengthfor the many roads,a lifted hopeand a connectionbeyond this mere dustto trust in.All the restwhen I get thingsoff my chest,I leave to heaven. Carolyn Brunelle
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Slow Days Most days are fraught with work;ordered chaos surrounding a busy lifewith little to no opportunity given for ease.So when a slow day arriveslike a stray kitten,nourish it and hold it close.It's in the smallest and quietest things,the unexpected treasures,that spirit breathes back into your life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Slowing Down After updating the music on my IPOD,Scanning a receipt, burning a music CD,Writing a new poem; posting it,Making an entry in my blog, Checking my three mailrooms, workingOn new pictures in photoshop,Paying a few bills and bookingReservations for my next vacation, I’ll contemplate and worryThat as I grow older;I seem to be ‘slowing down’And can’t seem to multi-task anymore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Slumber Well None of the poetic ritualsflash thoughts or beams of lightin a deep night sky;no wonders to performnothing beyond the normjust a sweet kissa lullabyand goodnight....be safe and warmbeyond any harmand slumber well. Carolyn Brunelle
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Small Flame She read of such things;Dreamed a lot of swimmingFlying, floating awayTo some far off place.That other place would be differentShe could find her true loveGet a life all her ownLive the ‘happily-ever-after’.But she never learned to drive a carMuch less drive her dreams;Any real hope remainsA small chest on the dresserCovered in years of dustAnd wishful thinking. Carolyn Brunelle
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Snow Rose Priceless are those memoriestimeless and vibrantthat soothe the hard times in life;wait to burst through tobrighten even the greyest dawn. Treasured momentsthat lie deepest in the heartwarm the loneliest journey;spring to life as a new rosewaiting to blossomfrom beneath winter snows. Carolyn Brunelle
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So Grateful Would be so easy to fall right off the map;this world casts such a darknessover one’s soul at times.Excruciating times these arewith a never ending war;many without hope, despair as theyface a world of financial collapse.Hurting hearts grieve and strugglebarely able to hold on to last straws.It is in the harshness of such adversitythat I am so aware of my own blessings;even more humbled and grateful for Youthrough the dark corridors of this world.Long as I have your light with me, Lord,I am a ship that still sails. Carolyn Brunelle
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So Ready Like soft curtains rustling in the kitchen windowa precious few warm, sunny daysheld bright promise tillblustery breezes blew it all way;brought more spring stormsjust when I was SO ready for summer.Rain will come again soon;wash away all memoryof singing birds and butterflies,kitty napping in soft cool grasses.Again, the weather puts on the brakespulls me in reverse,has me grumpy, disoriented;in need of a sweater again.Humor completely eludes mein Mother Nature’s latest joke. Carolyn Brunelle
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So You Like It Bloody? You broke my bloody little hearttried to suck it completely dry;you wanted me in piecesand be the one to make me die. Blood thirst was never an issuewe both drank equallybut then you became greedyand took mine away from me. It doesn't work that way m'dearyour 'sweetness' hasn't lasted long;you've sucked on me long enoughseems our love has sung its last song. O my bloody little valentineit's true this love was a rush;but now all I want from youis for your heart to gush. I'll just push this stake in deeperI can do the job just fine;who needs that ol' grim reaperwhen you know all your blood is mine. Carolyn Brunelle
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Softly Softly you whisper your love,Wrap me in your embrace;Ignite meIn your desire.Softly two lovers come aliveTo kisses and aresses;Silken robes fallFrom warmed flesh.Softy, the light glowsIn your eyesAnd I become the beautyYour heart sees. Carolyn Brunelle
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Something More Surrounded by your presenceI breathe in your essence;we are united in waysbeyond these limitations.In such need of rejuvenation;I have hope. I step into your embracefull of my own gracefeel your spirit enclose minein love and warmth;it possesses a light of its own.I am home. Have we known each otherbefore?Have we been lost andnow found?Will you enfold melike this again? I release; our worlds separate.I am alone againbut I pray for your return;for you to be a part of my worldwhere we are morethan we could ever be on our own. Carolyn Brunelle
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Somewhere Over The Rainbow Oh Totowe aren't in Kansas anymore!Look at the changesit all looks so strange doesn't it, yet here we arenot even close to a starglistening in the universe.'Lost' is what we areso faraway from home.Dear oh, dear oh meif only we could seethe way back to that farm,I would do no harmto find Auntie Em;live happily ever afterin my own backyard. Carolyn Brunelle
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Song Of Spring Spry little birds,stopping by forseeds and weeds,perch on limbs of freshly budding trees.Return they doeach year,to sing their gay rhapsodiesoutside my window;build nests in hangingbaskets on my porch. Such industryan ongoing life process;I, too, feel renewedin Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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Soul Killer She learns she is aloneeven with others nearby;no one to help her heartshed its tears.Death can be a silent thing...it buries its need,its pain,hides its fears;not so much as a whisper,such is the power of neglect. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sounds From An Ordinary Day Streets everywhere become alivewith school buses returningchattering children from local schools;the road traffic turns to constant swooshas weary, happy parentsmake their way home from their day.Walkers and runners converse in the breezekids throw rocks at treeshoping to dislodge a ball hanging in the branchesthat in turn upsets the dog on guard in the houseon the corner.A distant train clatters on tracks;ambulances screamall the way to their next emergencyand behind the wall to it all,in my little corner of the world,it's time for a hot shower,some wineand dinner for two. Carolyn Brunelle
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Space “Everybody needs space, ”I said.So we created someBetween us.But instead ofEnjoying itAs we imagined we would,'The space” felt lonely.I think our spaceHas grown accustomedTo having each other in it. Carolyn Brunelle
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Special Treasure Among the shelvesof fake sand,tidbits andlittle mementos,a shell from our “perfect day”stands out in memory. Never found one like it sinceand no other like youas steady, as true;ours a marriageof wave and shore. Your love,a once-in-a-lifetime find;my most“special treasure”,heldclosestto my heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Spine Tingler Uh oh, here it comes againthat tingling feeling; it runs up my spine!The sourness of anxiety chokesand sticks in my throat. Something in the darkness lurks;I feel a presence I know I do.All my senses go on high alert;I case out the room, locks on windows and doors. Damn this creeping fear and paranoia! !Has me in its grips about to come undonewhen the humor in it all erupts;oddly, the heavy ominous mood lifts. In the light of laughter they succumb,none of the bad guys or monsters ever come.Okay that's it, now I feel completely dumb;no more Fright Night movies before bed! Carolyn Brunelle
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Spirit Of The Sea Soar beyond the mountains high above the treetops in a cloudless sky.Sail upon the winds of chance,glide and dip and do the danceon silver wings, oh my love,high as an eagle; sure as the dove.Take our song to sea and sand,a far away shore in a distant landwhere the sea is married to jagged shore;two lovers joined forever more.Fly sweet spirit and be very braveI wait for you there in wind and wave. Carolyn Brunelle
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Spring Gardener Plants, flowers, shrubs, treesall warmed by the sunshinekissed by the bees;encouraged to grow so evergreen.Sweetest blooms we’ve ever seenarrive in Springwith each new breeze;and dropp us faithfullyto our knees. Carolyn Brunelle
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Spring Projects Sometimes it's a bit of a crushbut getting it done is a must. With energy levels brimming,my thoughts are on tree trimming;sounds of grinders and trucksgobs of gravel chucking menwilling to bare it all with a grin. We all know the season is morethan the singing birds we adore;a time to clean or replace,perhaps revamp your whole place. Summer's just around the cornerrunning out of time the great fear;my spring is a hurry and a hustle'till another contractor’s here. Carolyn Brunelle
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St. Patty's Day Blessing May your blessings be manyAnd your troubles be fewMay the Good Lord smileUpon all that you do. May fortune find youAnd good luck too;May you always be blessedWith love around you. And wherever the road leadsMay you walk it in grace,With joy and peace andA smile on your face. Carolyn Brunelle
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Star Fish Star of the seaAre you fallen from grace?Once you were hidden thereIn the sea’s secret place, but Now torn from sweet charity,Here you are lying openlyIn the sands and mists;Tossed upon the shore.Are you but a cast away;Not loved anymore? Perhaps you are one ofLife’s sweet mysteries.Brought forth and freedFrom an endless sea,Simply to be reborn andMoved to another destiny. Carolyn Brunelle
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Star Of Wonder Oh Star of wondershining silent in your heaven above,do you hear the heartof a night dreamer speak of love?From the beauty of such a skycan you see me from on highas I bathe in your moon beams?Oh Star of wonderfulfill these lonely dreams;bring more than pillowed peaceto a restless heartdrowning in this blue. Carolyn Brunelle
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Stargazer I looked upon distant starsto see how close we truly are;not so far from their light after allthat we do not feel them call.I wonder from across the heavenswhy questioning heartsstargazers that we are,still make our wishesupon those sparkling things;hope they hold some magicfor a universe of dreams. Carolyn Brunelle
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Stay Focused Lose not oneprecious momentcursing what lies behind.It's one step at a timethen move forward, eyes fixedon that far horizon.Soldiers all;we remainsteady on the markmakingour way home. Carolyn Brunelle
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Steady The Light Darkness resides in each of usand the light is in there tooyou choose the one to followneither path will be easy to do.But you'll find your own waythe one just right for youif you listen to your heartit will always guide you true.We are never really aloneour feelings sometimes lieso have a little faith as you moveand climb your way to the sky.Stronger legs are neededfor higher kingdoms to comekeep your eyes on the path aheadcalm assurance will take you home.Hold to the light and leave the fearlighten your heart, be of good cheerfor all roads lead to better spheresthan you can dare imagine here. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sticky Wicket It’s a sticky wicketBut you have toStick with it;Get through no matter what.You can’t dropp outOr throw it away,You just have to make it;Take it as it plays. Sometimes you’re a winnerSometimes you lose;Times you’re livin’ the life,Times you’re singin’ the blues.But each day the sun risesYou have a brand new slateWith a whole new ball game,Plenty blessings on your plate. It’s the yin and yangOf life you see,Not so muchA mysteryIf you have a little faithIn the overall plan;Let your worries ceaseMuch as you can. Each day givenHas its own place,And the graceTo see you through.So try to be thankfulFor the life given to youAnd simply do with it,The best you can do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Still Mom (Happy Mother's Day) it’s been three years nowand mother’s day stillfeels awkwardly emptyof somehone to hug.no more flowers or giftsto give,no more cards to buy;no more, “oh you shouldn’t haves”.wonder if she can hear meas I whisper,“happy mother’s day, momyou’re still my mom and I love you.hope you have a great day in heaven.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Storm A raging beast, itBullies the laughterFrom the skies; itsThundering black cloudsCrackle with violence.Blustering windsBellowTill last beauty of AutumnFalls from the trees;Till earthFinally dissolves in tears.One fierce blowSlams the door;Winter arrivesWith no apologies. Carolyn Brunelle
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Storm Coming In It grows dark;the weather looks grim.When birds take shelter,a storm is coming in. Skies turn grayand black and blue,as if bruisedby the thundercome crashing through. Rains wash the dayand clean earth’s plate,as nature sings and dancesto the symphony she creates. Carolyn Brunelle
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Storm On The Sea Shore I love watching a stormComing in from the sea.Waves rolling inFrom across the baySmashing, crashing;Scrubbing the cliffs cleanIn sudsy foam andGiant shower spraysThat blast awayAll the debris of yesterday. Rains, blown sideways,Move aross the land inSheets of drenching wetness;Even the gulls take shelterAwaiting their sweet releaseTo a beloved sky Tourists scamper from prime beach spotsAnd off they run to parking lotsTo escape Mother Nature’s relentless seaWhile Her Majesty dances onto shore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Storms May Come A Storm is on my horizon;growing darker all the time.Clouds obscure my sun, butI don’t take it as a bad sign. Rains will wash away my fears,Winds will freshen thestale air of helplessness,so I can breathe in thefresh, clean air of hope. Sunny days are times of easewhen all is calm and at peace,but it takes the storms to cleanseand bring the sweetest release. Carolyn Brunelle
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Stranger A stranger approached todayso charming and brilliant.Shining me on, he was;knew he would only disappear to leave me awashin more tears. He played his gamespeeking in and outfrom behind clouds of mysterybut I stayed away from his deception;offered no receptionto such a fleeting lover. I can wait for steadier arms to enfold mewhen cold malice is through;I can still dreamof deliciously warm summer dayseven as I stand here againin the rain. Carolyn Brunelle
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Stranger In Line He looked road wearier than the rest of us;really choked me upwhen he spoke. “Mighty slim pickin’s everwhereain't it, just gotta keep movin';don’t hold up the line.It’s always a bit of a wait these daysin soup kitchens from here to Baffin Bay;they all passin' out the plates. Reckon it's a way to keep on livin'relyin' on them that's givin'.No money, no job, not even family;it's all blown to helland the four winds.' Glassy eyed, he almostfell into that empty chasmwhere his life used to bewhen he snapped, “So step up when the viddles is hot.I can’t be wastin’ time, not evenon somebody else’s dime; and Igot me a lot more miles to go.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Stroke Daily and humdrum,Bored and lethargic.I fly no more butThe moments do,One after another. Days and weeksGo by,Locked insideMy own little world,Hidden; lost to aStroke of bad luckThat has me undone. A traveler On a slow boatI can only dreamOf the jet set,And wonder,Is life a danceOr a life captured. Carolyn Brunelle
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Stroke By Stroke His hands unsure and clumsy at firstlighten around the curves;his breathing once short and shallowsteadies in latest call and spark to life.He gasps and sighs as he rounds the thighsfeels the supple skin beneath his touch;revels in her blossoming passionthe invitation stirring in her breasts.A memory perhaps or some ancient longingbecomes a moment to moment evolving delight;each stroke and subtle shading unveils a beautythrough his expression brush to canvas. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sun Is Up, Coffee's Hot Sun is up, coffee's hot,a roll and fruit just hits the spot.I read the paper, check the mailbefore I sail into life's big sea;each day's routine is monotony. Years have passed, left me in a haze;long days when reality screamshave drowned the memoriesof my youthful dreams. I drag myself home at end of day,with a sigh of relief, I can stayin my castle, my little retreat,kick off my shoes and put up my feet. And reflection brings me little sorrow;I'm too damn tired to change tomorrowwhen the sun is up, and the coffee’s hot,and that roll and fruit just hits the spot. Carolyn Brunelle
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Survivor Managing to surviveher daddy’s violent ways;she swore an oathno man would everget the chance again.And none ever did. That iron heartcrushed anyonewho got close;all were destinedto be players in a warthat raged on inside her. Wound up marriedto an old man,who offered no battlegroundfor unanswered rage;no real lovefor a lifetime of emptiness. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sweet Things Under Glass From shadowA wounded, angry childAbandoned in the fieldsOf childhoodLearned to forgive and trustWhen a beautiful gardenWas planted there.Now we sometimes visit coffee shops.I drink hardy exotic brews;She samples theSweet things under glass.I write asShe tells meHer secrets;A world of thingsFrom her heart,In the light of busy soulsWho don’t even noticeWe are becoming whole again. Carolyn Brunelle
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Sweet Time Of Day All giggled upAfter a glass or two;Lovin’ my wine timeYou havin’ your brew.I do relish the grapeThat much is trueButThe sweetest partOf all my daysIs simplyBeing hereWith you. Carolyn Brunelle
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Take A Breath All the crushing demands andanxious, stressful, rushed momentsmake it easy to get lost inthis world's confusion and static. Rare is that touch of the divinewhen time suspends itselfbeyond the curse of incessant doing;speaks only to say, “BE STILL... fill your lungs with lifeand just breathe.” Carolyn Brunelle
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Take Good Care I see you glance at my facetrying to find a friendly place;test the troubled watersthat seem to be going onbetween you and me lately. It's hard to trust and let go.I really don't mean to complain so;this is only my fearuntil I'm sure you are clearon what I want you to do here. You can't know what is at stakehow much of me is invested in this place. A lifetime of sweat and devotionto this little plot of landmeans I am part of each blade and bloom. So I can't allow any roomfor error in a lack of communication.Nothing's personal between me and youlurking in the shadows of my concern,I just want you to love it like I do. Carolyn Brunelle
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Talk Is Cheap Your words are empty as air;they flow from your mouthsmooth and slick as ribbon.It's obviousyou are well spoken;but you never follow through.Oh you talk the talk,but none of itseems to mean anything to you.That mouth is a gun shootin' blanks... sounds like the real thingbut nothing more than a cheap shot!You can never be trusted,when the things you sayaren't followed by any real action. Carolyn Brunelle
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Teachers I was taught many thingsTo make me strongBut the lessons were all wrong;I only became more dependent. The cruel disciplineMeant to teach obedienceWeakened me, made me angry;Taught me to be afraid. Fear held me too closeWanted to keep me safe;But all those wallsPlanted the seeds of insecurity. That limited loveCould only teach what it knew;So nothing in my life worked outThe way it was intended to. But I did find my best teacherIn spite of a rocky start,My best guide and compassWas the voice of my own heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Test Where there’s smokethere’s fire,fires everwheresurrounding;confounding the senses. Smoke filled skiesin every breathin mouth and eyes,red sunsets,though quite a sight;photographer’s delight,are colorful escort tosleepless nights. Lightning strikes;flames race throughdrought-dry canyons,destroying lives, propertyand communities;while my neighors are inrow boatstrying to stay afloat. Twisters form; hurricanes blowfrom twisted weather patterns.It’s cold in the hot places,hot in the cold ones;too wet or too dryand nobody knows whyor hasany answersto this latest testthat mother natureis throwing at us. Carolyn Brunelle
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Thanksgiving Dust laden memories of days gone byfloat in on kitchen clatterand mingle in the sounds of love and laughter,familiar smells of turkey and pumpkin pie.Loved ones near to us speak of Graceold ghosts gather round us in love and joy;we pass them around like precious old photosstored in the attic of our memories.And we give 'thanks' for another year's journey,one that has led us all back hometo our roots in one another. Carolyn Brunelle
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That Was Before A curly headed little thing she was.Brown skinned sunshine loverbig eyed and freckled;a tomboy who could climb higher,bat harder and swing the ropesbraver than any of the boys.She hadn't yet kissed onemissed onehad her heart broken by onebeen leered or whistled at.She was just one of the group,one of the gangone of the guysno different than the rest.That was before time stole the innocencebefore time muddied the swimming holeand rotted the swing;before life got so complicatedand buddies of youth meant everything. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Alone Tree She could always be found there.Beneath its welcoming armsrefreshed by its shade and comfort,she shared all manner of childhood secrets;even named it, her "alone tree." It became her one true sanctuary;a place to run with hurts and tears,confide her joys and hopes,her dreams and fears.Their special bondanchored them both on this earth;each waxed strong on their ownand together they weathered the storms. It stands alone there still,a lush tower of strength and beauty thatvisibly rises above the morning mists;a lone tree in the meadow of childhoodwhose little friend long ago moved on to other fields. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Brave Always the strong and bravevoices of encouragement;they were the picture of confidence.An inner strength and resolvecarried them through many a storm;helped lift and guide others on as well.Now, as they age,for the first time they feel real fear,weak in their growing vulnerabilities;small in a faster paced world.“Growing old together”is what they promised,that very hope carried them through;it’s just not as romanticas it used to sound. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Business Of Living Depending on how you look at thingswe’re all dying a little each day.It’s always been sobut youth pays it no mind.Forty starts to care,Fifty becomes scared,but now that I’m in my sixties,it doesn’t really shake me much;death is just a fact of life. Life IS a lot more precious to merealizing my ticket is for alimited ride.I don’t think any of us faces ourlimitations till we actually do get old. I’m social security age this year,a good time for acceptance;some new things on my plate.Old tired tunes and I need to part ways.The old recordings like my mother’s voice telling me‘you’re not worth a damn if you don’twork and accomplish something every day”are ghosts that never really go away.But it IS time for me to finally say,“Hush now mom,I AM still accomplishing,I AM still quite busy....I'm about the business of living. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Cellar Light There's a light on in the cellarI never noticed beforeand now I'm a bit curiousabout what lies beyond the door. Guess I've been so busy livingup above on higher floorsthat the tiny room beneath mehas yet to be explored. Who turned that light on in the cellarand what it means I can't be sure,but I'll never know for certainunless I'm willing to know more About that area in the cellarthat presents such a mystery;if that little room so well hiddencould be hiding a part of me. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Color Purple You pretend you’re alright,laugh when you’re sad,hide your true feelings;never show if you’re mad.Keep to yourselfdoes no good to fight,simply try your bestto stay out of sight. Here in this worldof black and whiteyou just don’t fitso you live in the night;hide your colorin a heart so deepand dream of rainbowsin your sleep. But deep insidea greater light shinesthrough pain and sorrow,space and time.There’s red and green,yellow and blue,pink and orangeand yes, purple too.A lasting assurancethat beyond the fearsyou’re not alonewith all those tears.You are seen and loved,this you know;the rainbow’s thereto tell you so. But it’s hard in your dark realityin the world of black and white,no one appreciates the color purpleuntil they see you there in the light.
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The Coming Of Spring From the barrenness of winter;wakened in all their glorious colorthe flowers return.In one of nature's greatest validations,a rainbow of themfulfills the earth's faith.They spring up along roadways,wildly paint through meadowsand splash over rolling hills.Each bud witness to a promise kept;each blossom,life's answer to the eternal hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Dance All the yearsof planningand struggles,have come to an end;IT IS FINALLY DONE. The impactcatches youby surprise,thoughyou could hardly waitfor this time to come. For some,a cruel illusionthat nothingever lasts;saying goodbyeto youth,and work;the things of the past. But, the second halfof life is calling;and you welcomeyour well-earned chance,to walk away froma life of hard workand finally learn to dance. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Eternal Far beyond the clouds;faithful in its appointment,constant and unchanged,its warmth and brillianceuninterrupted; perpetual,the sun still shines. That which the eye can not seemust be taken upon faith.Storms and tempests belowsurely will come and go; but the heavens abovestill remain....ever lasting,endless,and eternal. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Fan A time of sorrowshe would suffer on her own;so obedient, so smallshe became invisible. No longer could she see herselfthere in the eyes of the gods;the day childhood folded the open fanthat was her soul. Lonely unshed tears remained inside;years she would never forgive or confideafter she quietly disappearedbehind the walls of her heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Farm Grandma’s houseIn the mountainsHas a white porchAnd chairs for sittin’After dinner,A smoke house filled with jarsPreserving last year’s harvest,Fresh well water,Rows and rows of corn,A barn,Some hogs andMore than a chicken or two.I wonder if the old farm remembersGrandma and GrandpaWho worked every acre,Whose love filled each room;A little girl who visitedAnd loved it tooSo long ago. Carolyn Brunelle
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The First A darkness rides inon the wind; alwaysa foreboding sign.Nature grows quietas it creeps in across the skies;not even the birds want to fly.Heavy and full of itselfit wreaks of its burden;a distinctive smell hangs in the air.A sudden smack of exploding lightshocks, startles;scared we jump, run for cover.In one thunderous eruption,it spat itself out; violent torrentsgush through streetsflow in rivers from rooftops.First storm of Autumnputs on quite a showas it blows itself acrossan October sky. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Golden Years Made it through the years and tearsmarried for love, worked hard for the money,and still these golden yearsaren’t always so bright and sunny.Retiring and aging isn't all blissand I'm sure many can attest to this;the days of youth and laughterdon't fade easily to a happy ever after.Aging with a bit of grace can be hardno matter how you to choose to take it;a work in progress no matter who you areto be happy and healthy, successfully make it.It's a long ol' ride from girls to grannieswith saggy boobs and growing fannies;from boys to men all noisy and randy, to social security and isn’t it just dandythese are called the ‘maintenance years’ for us?I just maintain my life without a whole lot of fusskeep on laughin’ and lovin’, try not to whine;take it as it comes, with some really good wine. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Haunting Night Time for spooks and goblins at my doorUgly things I remember from before.Howling and screeching; an awful frightAs they descend upon me this haunting night. In hordes they purpose with mad intentTo rob me of my quiet content.They taunt and scare me, stomping their feet,Delighted in their screams of 'Trick or Treat! ' Who are these creatures gathering in the nightDo they not know they are a gruesome sight?Have they no pity; have they no shameOr is this somehow the plan, a little game So I will light the candles, and give them my sweetsLaugh at their costumes, and hand out the treats?Such is the Halloween ritual from year to year;They only come for the goodies and then disappear. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Higher Place I’ve traveled a stony pathstumbling, falling, weeping and clawing my wayto high green pastures. Leaving behindbits and pieces of myselfthe baggage of a lifetime;now tossed asidelost to ahigher purpose. Only light vesselsclimb to the high places.They still bleed on the rocksbut rejoice,for the master’s voiceis sweeterthe highera soul reachesinto heaven. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Inheritance At the end of their days,The old place became just anotherReal estate property on the market,But not for long. Other hearts succumbed to its charms;Excitedly, they took ownershipOf the meticulously manicured lawns,Lush landscaping, The flag no longer waves from the porch,But the delight of the children can be heardFrom its swing, and fromTheir tea parties out in the soft grassesBeneath the old shade trees. All they built together and lovedIn their lifetimeRe-vitalized by the essence of youth,Has become a home equally cherished;A golden inheritance left to another generation. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Last One by one they haveall left her,brothers, sisters,parents; spouse.She is the last.The last one of her generationpassing through timeand into her family’s history.At eighty, she is stretched thin,unsteady, unsure and unnerved.The time has come to move.Moving in with children wasthe last thing she desired but....few choices are left now.Life has its own wayof narrowing our path.And, she has secretly yearnedfor them clamoring around her again,having come to realizehow big the world iswhen you are all alone;when you are the last. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Last Goodbye Daddy’s pajamasAre still in the bottom of my drawer;Saved with his fragrance still on them.They were left neatly draped on his bedWhen he left for the hospital.He never came back to them. I hold them to my face sometimes,And smell him as if he’s still lingering close byTrying to comfort me from another place.I, too, wish I could put my arms around himAnd hug him close,Like I never could have in life.Maybe in that other placeThere is more freedom to show your love. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Last Sunset In fresh morning airthe breath of life,likea mistof spray starchon a clean white shirt,was crisp and quick;ready for any task. With the passage of timeI’ve stuttered and stalled;lost focus and fallen behindeven in my own expectations,but life goes on. So I must continueto smooth the wrinkleshere and therein the fabric of my life,handle the unevennessalong the way,finish the workof the day,before the evening arrivesand the last sunset,low and red in the sky,simply...takes my breath away. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Last, Last Chance You missed your last chancefor the last dance of the night;you created quite a stirwhen you hooked up with her.Now I just want you out of my sight.I’ll forego the words I might have used,for those I have too much class,suffice it to say it’s a brand new day,and you can kiss my royal brass. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Living Dead (Domestic Abuse) For some, the world is beauty;Love fills their plate.But to me, love is nothingMore than an exercise in pain;A misery that makes a wastelandOf my soul. Nothing remainsBut this hole so emptyI cannot even flee my tormentor.The world outside is hard you see;In secret he takes that out on me.Some surface woundsSimply wait for tomorrow'sLight to become blaringlyEvident in bruises;But there are other woundsThat cut profoundly deeper.Dead eyes in the mirror don't lie.Who I was, who I am, cannot denyThe stranger looking back thatClearly has only one hope.Lost in my world within a world;I await my one saving grace,My sweet angel of deathCome to free me from this place. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Map If I drew you a mapwould you travel insidetry to find the child;all the secret places she hides? If I showed you the waywould you follow the roads,take on my burdensperhaps carry my load? With a wave of your wandwould you work your magic,take away all I've learnedfrom both the good and the tragic? I've had my share of suffering and pain, butevery sorrow and loss has turned to joy again.I am who I am, because of this glory road;and the sum of my life lies hidden in each fold. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Mighty Pen So many could say itwith better commandof the language; they whowield words as a mighty swordagainst mindless cretin horde. Others gush, bleed on paper;wash their souls cleanthrough ink stained expressionsin storied pain and sorrow,deep trenches of regret. Those perfumed in natural eloquencepour themselves out from high placescreate whole new canyons; bridgecorridors to other worlds in the spacesbetween heart and mind. The silly rhymes and sing songsa gay fringe on dusty volumesof masters from the past; bless the jesters who spill their light and joy to stir creative tone. A lowly minstrel am I who strumssimple tunes from day to day;small is my ship on creative seabut I still sail, offer hope to otherwayward ships along the way. Carolyn Brunelle
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The News Nothing's newfrom across the worlddetails of nature's wrathman's stupiditiesgovernmental attempts to control it allreligion's cheeky responsesprotestations, edicts, apologiesnames muddied in exposed shamelives destroyed, shock and losswars and rumors of same.On and on it goes andit shows in every broadcastman is the same as alwaysfraught with his own failingsweaknesses, corruptions, ignoranceswhile the innocent pay the prices.Life no longer spins on a dimebut by a throw of the diceyet the people grow and flourishlove still shinesthrough the cracksandthere is a God after all. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Old Familiars There’s never going to be a timeWhen they fade away, theseOld memories that connect meTo my childhood, to days gone by,And lost loved ones. My Ghosts. Ghosts from the pastThat slowly rise from my mind,Like the evening mist comes toBlanket the river from its labors. When I am falling to slumberThey rise, the old familiars,Come to comfortAnd accompany meOn night journeys. So I won’t forget them;So I don’t feel so lonely. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Old House I wonder if it gets lonely when the house grows stillhow he deals with that emptiness that nothing can fill.I wonder if he still misses them after all these yearsor is there more of a comfort instead of anything to fear. Can he still hear their footsteps in the wee morning hoursor has the old place settled and finally lost that powerfrom the previous tenants, an old couple and their pup,who lived their whole lives there as he was growing up. He would deliver their papers over and over againcarefully wrapped, placed on the porch just for them.Was a sad neighborhood when they both passed away;shocked when the boy inherited it all or so they say. Funny how things have a way of turning out,never really know what people are all about.He and his own family still live there to this dayloving that old house like the couple who gave it away. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Old Things An ancient jewelry boxPowders and perfumesIn pretty bottles,One of the first doiliesShe made as a girlSpread over the dresser, Favorite house slippersRest by the bed;Her rumpled stockingsStill neatly tucked into them.What remains of a life...Her fragrance lingering in the room,Her face held forever youngNext to the love of her lifeIn the portrait on the wall,And me,Left to mourn her. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Only Way Is Up Once you are down, the only way is up,out of the darkness, and away from its bitter cup.Not lost and alone just confused, you are strong,you can lift up your heart and create a new song. Just close your eyes and dare to dreamkeep hope in your heart and silence the screamyou know how to sail over dark raging seasand chart a new course beyond a bleak reality. Let your heart soar with birds on the wingthe pain will move through you, so let it be;its power can propel you as never before andtime can then move you toward a bright new shore. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Other Half We’ve workedSo hardAnd preparedAll along the wayBut howAm I to planFor your absenceSomeday?A house and carAnd savings accountWon’t save me then;Bring me morning coffee,Kiss my lips goodnight;Wrap lovin’ arms around me.How do I live withoutYour blue eyes at first light?This girl has grown oldHappy at your side boy,You ARE my life.How can it be called “life”When you’reThe other halfOf my heart? Carolyn Brunelle
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The Poet The poet is amusedwith his creative juices;enjoying language as a toywhile the rest of us, he seduces. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Price Of Silver Nothing lasts foreverNot much you can doBut hold to the strengthIn love,To good memories too.Days of youth willPass soon enoughSomeday you will tooSo cherishYour golden momentsBefore silverTakes its due. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Queen What is to be gainedfrom criticism and painfor another; whycan’t you give some encouragement? Grade on the curvefrankly m’dear what nerveto assume all are on your level,can’t you seeothers where THEY are? All have merit and valuelisten to the tune they playeveryone has a song in their heartall have something to say. Leave your judgment at the doorcan’t you view others as they areopen your mind and seethey also reach for a starcould just as easily be you or me. From castle walls you perceivepeons down below.Maybe YOU see a lowly thingbut as for me m’dear queenI hear the wail of soulI hear all of them sing Carolyn Brunelle
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The Rain There’s a special sound to rainwhen you haven’t heard it inlong, dry months of a drought.It’s the sound of a blessing;the same joy one experiencesreceiving a most special gift. And you recognize how much you missthe sound of it in your streetshitting the pavement,pounding on rooftops.It splashes the dirt from carsand runs down guttersas it happily soaksand drenches the land;even cleansing the very airin its crisp, cool wetness.The earth gratefully refreshed,is humbled before such needful bounty;I too feel as though my cup runneth over. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Rhythm Of Life The rhythm of life is a soulful sound,A precious jewel in royal’s crown,Pilgrim’s pride in harvest moon;Earth rejoicing in last sweet bloom. In the misty morn's wintry chillMemories linger within me stillOf days gone by in summer’s breeze,Birds and flowers; fields and trees. One cycle fades; another draws nearA circle of nature year after year.Ever changing; a balance; a rhyme,Earth and Mother Nature dancing in time. Carolyn Brunelle
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The River Life once innocentgrown wizened by its years,wearies of its wordly godschokes back bitter tears. Pain and loss the moldhas carved a deep despair;we are all blinded travelerslost and going nowhere. Yet suffering cuts the pathcarving deepest into pride;'til a dying thirst is quenchedfrom the river found inside. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Rose You’ll never see tomorrowIn yesterday’s faceNor greet the new dawnIn God’s fullest Grace. A rose in the pathHe has left for thee, thatThrough tears of regretYou will never see;Blinded by the sadnessOf what might have been,Reliving the pastOver and over again. So let go of what was;Look at what’s in plain view.There’s a great day dawningWith promise anew;Today’s a new beginning;There’s living to do,And God is there waitingIn the Rose for you. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Seed Plant a seed deep in fertile soil;wait and watch it burst forth into the light. Nourish it and encourage it to grow;beam with pride when one dayit stands healthy and strong on its ownwithout need of your support. A fulfilling completion is your harvest;you have become creator..... a parent. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Smell Of Cigar Where has life taken you,and was it quite far?Were you able to reachand find your own star? What were your passions,your yearnings;did you quench youthful burnings,drink deeply of life;perhaps light a cigar? Now forever capturedin an old adventurer’s story,that no longer stirs the soul;or beckons to lofty goalsyou are reduced to these musings;with all that you werenow held in a jar,of stale memoriesand mementos,and the faint smell of cigars. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Sound Of Water Tons of water down the drainTaking those long showers again;More water splashing in the sinkOnly for brushing,Please stop and think.Those multiple flushingsDown the bowlMake you a disrespectful trollSuffice it to sayWater is a “luxury”To have each day.Till now,Conservation never appealedBut not having any,Suddenly makes it a big deal.Water is pricelessWhen you're in a droughtSome don't have anyAnd are running out.So please be mindfulTry not to waste;It’s quite preciousEvery single drop,You never knowWhat a gift water isUntil one day it stops. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Stones The same stonesthat once bloodied my feet,are now the firm pathI walk on todayas a toughened,seasoned traveler. Whatever the struggles;whatever things I’ve suffered,have all served me well,strengthening and preparing mefor the challenges ahead. So, I trustthe wisdomthat continues to leadand teach me.....Stone by stone,as I am creating my life,Step by step,I am also letting it go. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Sun Rises The sun risesAt lastOverThis dark night.I’ve beenPrayingFor this firestormOf fearTo subside;PrayingFor youMy love.Maybe these prayersWill helpLight your wayHome. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Sun's Rays With a blinding brilliance, it pierces throughthis foreboding cloud of fearthat for days has plagued my horizon.I am suddenly reminded of a lifetime of stormsendured and overcome;and each gleaming ray of light seems to say there is always reason to hope. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Tease Glaring firm and nakedfrom beneath a turquoise t-shirther youthful duoblast the small minded into complete ecstasy.Regret and wistful longing sighs audiblyas it gapes full-on into turquoise dreams.All eyes follow;even big men swallowas they drift away to those shores.She drinks, winks, laughs out loudleaves with all the hearts in the room;their dreams stuck to her like post-its,as she moves on in the night. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Top Why the fascination I'll never know nevertheless we spun the thingjust to see it crackle and spit and glowand it would hum for awhile,then almost outright sing. Were we so lacking of entertainment?pitiful by today's scope of things it's true,but at least we shared, we cared, we laughedtook turns at spinning to see what it could do. Each new toy and gadget was adventuresomething new to explore, share with friendsour 'group', 'our gang', 'our neighborhood';none dared beyond bounds our parents said we could. That top, a gyroscope, and a working pogo stick,a pair of skates and stilts, cards that made our spokes click,our imaginations, assorted balls, a bat and one glove, shared treasures all and testament to friendship and love. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Voice In every heart there is hopein a guiding hand;a power to lean on,a comforting plan,a grace for this life,a path on which to trod,something to believe in;some evidence of a God. That hope livesjust inside us,the truth doesn’tneed a face,simple as thatvoice we all hear,from a still and quiet place. A voice that tells uswho we really are,that we're neverlost or alone;helping ushold it all togetherand gently leadingus back home. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Wail And Cry angels hear the wail and cryof lonely spiritswhen they die.another heartache,too much pain;one last struggleto rise again.burdened downby life’s heavy sword;crushed to death,they cry to the Lordthru stinging sorrow.wearied souls, likedead sea scrolls, lost,but not forever;wait for death’slast measureof eternal peace. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Wait So muchPrecious timeTicks away.I wait,Suffer the fear,The cruel draftThat blows throughA freezing room;Hold on to hopeAnd this half ass gown.FINALLY... he comes.His every stepBrings me closerTo another destiny.O dear God,Let it be a good one. Carolyn Brunelle
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The Way From this oft forgotten placea light shines through the mist;almost regal in her saving graceshe stands tall in her isolation.An unfailing chargeover moonlit or churning seas,she cleaves proud to her majestyas guard of earth and time. Her voice spoken in rays of lighta hope that calls out across the sea,spoken to any and all who sail“I am here without failhere is where I’ll always be,you have simply to followand come the way I lead;I am the way home,come, come to me.” Carolyn Brunelle
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This New Path I grab my wrap and step into cold night airto gather myself for a moment;gaze into the twinkling beauty of a moonlit nightthat offers little comfort for the heaviness in my heart.Seasonal holidays usually have me focused on familybut never more than now in this revelation.A cloud of emotion now hovers over the new year ahead;this road is not hers alone, it is OUR new destiny too.Many hearts will be with her each step of the wayParents, Grandparents, Family, Friends;all trying to be brave in our support,and on our knees as we hold our breath and pray. Carolyn Brunelle
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This Will Do Not content to let it just fadeone more masterpiece is displayed;He paints the end of the day. Great swaths of colorsplash wildly across the skies;a variety of hues inreds oranges yellows and blues. Then stretching forth his brush for a finishing touch or two,He whispers to the breeze'yes, I think this will do.' Carolyn Brunelle
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Thou A new strengthProtects this place.No longer stranger to meO treeThou have become fence;Come to guardThese old warriorsAgainstThe storms. Carolyn Brunelle
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Timbuktu Borderline obsessed,compelled to read it allin papers and internet news;now, at last it is fall.The debates are taking place;I am barely able to faceone more event that threatens my ruin,stay ahead of what this country's doin'.The election suspense is growing,the Iraq war isn't at all slowing;apparently our failures are also showingan economy in a complete and utter mess.I dearly love my country,but still I must confessif the crises do not end soonso we can get some well earned rest,perhaps breathe a sigh of satisfaction;have at least a hope for a new direction,I'll be forced to hide in places like yahoothrow in the towel,simply give up;consider a move to Timbuktu. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time You either run outor can't find enough of it;time for sleep,to complete all your work,eat or play.How do you run out?How do you find more;and how much do you need?Does it fly away from youat lightning speed oris it a mind numbing drag?Either one raises a flagabout how you use yourtwenty four.It's all the samein everybody's day;how you choose to spendwhat's given,THATonly you can say. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time And Season Flowers and plantsflourishedas they basked and bathedin summer's warmth;landscapes became paradisefor butterflies, bees, and nesting birds.But one season'sbright sunny dayshave bowed out nowto cool winds and shadow.Fall has arrived;possessed of a unique beautyall her ownto captivate and mesmerize.She is the smell of the airwhen moisture laden thundercloudsrumble, crackle, and fight their wayacross the horizon.She is the voice of an old familiar songthat drifts in on the wind,accompanied by an orchestraof splats, taps, and bangson metal awnings and sidewalks,splooshes in the streetsgurgles from gutters rushing to drain.And in each shining puddle and poolthere is a world of reflection...and a world being renewed. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time Of Change Brilliant colorsin dazzling displayusher in autumnto wearied summer days;bring welcomed breezesthat cool the brow.Nature knows somehowa new season is on the horizonchange comes for a reasonthe earth is calling. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time Running Out Time is running out.Racing bargain huntersrush through it, erasingits quiet joys of reflection.The season’s moments lostin an ever changing climate,fade into the familiar abyss.What now and what is this,a new year that offersmore of the sameor a breath of fresh air?Exhaling at last...I dare to breathe. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time To Move Time has come to move.So I move furnitureMake changesEmbrace my tomorrowsEven the sorrows;The goodbyes.Life IS motionCompelling meTo stretch, to grow.It’s time to change;Time to move on. Carolyn Brunelle
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Time To Move On I'm gone, I'm outta here,Can't take it anymore.Silence screamsOut in rooms vacant. 'Empty' is all that remains;There is nothing leftExcept for this needTo move on. Packing up my life,Making a new start;Somewhere there has to beSomeone who will want me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Timeless Comfort At day’s endshe grabs a good book,curls into her favorite chairand wraps in the same comfortthat cuddled her infant...the old “welcome” quilt.Mama’s handsdid the stitchingthat has lasted through time;her timeless lovestill warmly tucked inside. Carolyn Brunelle
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To Keep The lord God made us allfor our eyes to behold,for our hearts to cherishand our arms to hold. But what freely was givenmust freely be let go;nothing is forever,it’s just the way life goes. All things have a time and seasonthat is bound to make us weep;for nothing stays foreverand nothing is ours to keep. Carolyn Brunelle
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Too Early Yum, coffee smells so goodJust got up; still in my nightieAnd oh m'dearI am a fright to behold. Perhaps I'll take my cup o'gold,Try to remain discreetAnd quietly retreatTo the shadows, Tll I can focus my brainAnd go dress properlyFor suchEarly morning company. Carolyn Brunelle
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Too Old To Plant The Seeds when I am too old to plant the seedsthat make new flowers for spring,i will sit with my tea and enjoy the blossomsof yesterday’s plantings.now fully grown, robust with life and beautystanding tall and lovely all on their own;a just reward for this old gardener...a rainbow displayed across my garden wall. Carolyn Brunelle
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Tough Times EverybodyWas a bit on edge;Like they were all in the gripsOf the same awful secret. Shop owners seemedOverly helpfulShowing their merchandise.Hoping you’d buy ‘something’,No doubt, to help them meet,What we heard, was skyrocketing rent. Normal banter about gasolinePrices dissolved into hushed tones asSome folks grew quiet;Dropping their eyes as if theyDidn’t want you to see theFear in their souls. Our favorite vacation areaOn the coast, subduedBy rough times; andSuffering the pangsOf progress. Long standingShop owners, bought out in a Rush of new moneyComing from L.A., willSoon lose a whole block ofTheir history. Salmon fishing was suspendedThis year, the Hotel manager saidWas the reasonThe boats weren’t running; She never looked upAs she gave explanation forLack of activity in
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The normally busy harbor. Carolyn Brunelle
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Tradition I remember howshe would standand cut thingsin her bare hands.An onion or tomatofor instancecut into fine slicesin one directionthen from the other,would be turned overfor final dicinginto perfectly matched cubes.Knives sharp as razors,wielded with such practiced skill,never even nicked her skin.A mastered kitchen techniqueno one else dared duplicate,among so many lessonslost to future generationsand learned so wellat her mother's side. Carolyn Brunelle
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Travel I travel far and widethroughout the world tosun lazily in aqua pools in Greece,picnic by the the Eiffel Tower,stroll white sand beaches on tropic isles,fly over glacier packed mountaintopsgreen countrysides and floral valleys.In an instant I am transported toexotic faraway landscapeswithout ever leaving my own chair,my soul free to experience thingsit never can otherwise.Truly an amazing gift....being a part of the beauty of the worldthrough the eyes and lens of othersright here on my computer screen. Carolyn Brunelle
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Treasure Hunt Mapped out treasure,signs to point the wayfor the hunters;a chattering, gigglingswarmof busy bees. A delightful maze,in a crazy world ofcolors, shapes,sizes and racks,jammed, crammedcompletely packed. Anticipation growsin a full on buzz,a high thatonly a woman knows;a swirling, squirrelydance of girl madness.There’s simply nothingquite like a “SALE”! Carolyn Brunelle
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True Believer Some paths are pavedBroad and clear;Other roads disappear;Remain clouded in mystery.No one knowsWhere they will lead. There may be miles to goOr a few stepsThat lead back home,But this much IS known.Wherever you roam,How far you go,I have faith in you.This heart remains true,Knows you are strong,Believes in your abilities;Trusts you have all you needTo make it on your own. Carolyn Brunelle
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True Moment She shared her naked soulbared all, but was left wanting;there were only naked answersto fill her cup. Nothing returnedto vulnerable empty arms;the freeness of spontaneity,the thrill of the moment, gone. Joy flung itself into the universebut she, chained by a soiled earth,found no peacebeyond a scorched star. Carolyn Brunelle
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Twilight Who areThose voicesThere in the mistsOf slumber?Theirs are the facesIn the glass of time;Attempting to reign inThe attentions they seekTrying to matter;Make their presence known.Some do make connectionFrom that other placeThrough the very dreamsWe don’t believe are real.So we look deeperTry to find meaningIn such things. Carolyn Brunelle
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Twisted It once held tender promisebut neglectful abusecreated only a survivor;one that grew backward unseen there in its darkness.Angry roots burrowed deepinto silent soilwhere destiny created a menacethat would choke all life,all hope from beauty's garden.A gnarled and twisted bully;it can only find strengthby preying upon andstrangling the life from others. Carolyn Brunelle
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Two Hearts Spent A lifetime’srelationshipstill lieswhere it was tossed,like an old tattered rag,in the corner of the room.unnoticed; unattended. The “ successful couple” on a road too long,with too much sacrifice;time they both stolefrom two young heartsthat promisedto be in love forever. Bought it all, have it all,living the “good life”;still togetheras ‘man and wife’.Hiding empty heartsthey weather the loneliness,and neither one of themunderstands why. Carolyn Brunelle
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Two Little Horses Two little horsesunder a tree,one pulled up lame;the other couldn’t see.So they lounge in the shadeon this summer’s day;waiting on the farmerto bring them their hay.They might’ve diedbut the farmer only sighedand decided to let them stay. Carolyn Brunelle
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Two New Sweaters One blue sweater and one in gray,my Fall security all tucked away;both promise warm, cozy comfort.Not a testimony to fancy livingbut to the virtue of simplicity;because it seems a bit unreasonableto have as many as three.Three becomes confusion,four makes for decisions;I’d rather go nowhere at all. So one blue sweater and one in grayis a wardrobe simple as can be;because two faithful friends in lifeis good enough for me. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unappreciated I stand silent. A gift given purelyfrom my soul's joy,floats off unnoticedupon ungrateful seas. Here at the edgeof thankless cliffs,the ebb tide pullsthe last ounce of desirefrom a deeply wounded breast. Hot tears ache and burnbut there are no words,just the awarenessit's time to move onto different shores. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unblinded Heart Farms and fields bump up against the horizontheir rows of cornand melons still on the vinesbasking in hot summer sun.None are in his fields of visionbut he FEELS the warmth,HEARS the sounds offield animals and songs of birds;the clickety clack of a busy traingoing somewhere off in the distance.He SMELLS the sweetness of the grass,the honeysuckle vines and drying hale bales.As bright a sparkling dayand as sweet to other sensesthese gifts to the unblinded heart. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unexpected Moments It’s in the unexpected momentsThat I feel them cross my mind;A familiar emptinessReminds me again they are gone. I miss the color and dimensionThey added in my life,Background to a painting;The beginning of a creative work. Wonder if my children will weepFor me? If they will miss my voiceIn their lives; my love,My presence? I hope they remember me with laughterAnd in shades of purple when I cross theirminds in unexpected moments.Purple is such a warm; comforting color. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ungrateful Sacrificed my timeA great deal of effortThought to benefit a friend;Offered my help one more time. Yet not a single responseReceived,No thank you in return,Nothing. So, “nothing at all”Will be given again;How perfectly rude of youM’dear; not the mannersWe were both taught. But here’s my thought,We reap what we sow;I can brush it offAnd move on,You will not. Carolyn Brunelle
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Ungrateful Heart The ingratitude is shattering;these hearts have taken a real battering.We never dreamed you’d just walk awaynot so much as a second thoughtto all the years of sacrifice and pain;the love that surrounded and sustained you.But the obvious shouts loud and clear;you don’t really care anymore.So go. Go find yourself in some other sky;that new life cries out to you a lot louder nowthan this love that lifted you to your feetand gave you the wings to fly. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unpredictability Thoughts ofWarm, sunny daysStill lingerFrom last week. An overnightChill andBlustery breezesArrived, JustWhen I amSO readyFor summer. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unspoken Whisperings of spirit,in words unspokenan unknown language of the heartthat needs to hear and be comforted;yearns to be filled with more than nothing.And always,there is the choice to hearand give way to its tendernessor hear and walk away with emptiness. Carolyn Brunelle
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Unyielding The blossoms, once vibrant with color,now wilt and droopbeneath an unrelenting sun;the summer has been long and unyielding. The birds no longer sing in the treesflitting so cheery from branch to branch;even nature tires of doing the same old danceenduring a summer long and unyielding. The land too has seen better days, a seasonnot at all typical, justified reason fruit is scarce;few vegetables remain in the fieldsat the end of a summer so long and unyielding. But Autumn arrives soon and right on cue;her cool crisp days and frosty nightswill be a welcomed relief I promise youfrom this summer so long and unyielding. Carolyn Brunelle
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Utopian Dream Into that Utopiawe fade beyond our doubts;life surely does age us all.Youth enjoyedt'was a beautiful springfrom which I arose.And from this thoughtI bringa sweet rose of promisea gentle good nightand sweetest slumbers,good night. Carolyn Brunelle
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Vacancy An absencea vacancy;an empty holewhere nothingfillswhat nothingever can. What could have beenlies unfulfilled,unlearned,unknown. What is,is left to struggle,unaware in itsdiminished capacitythat it barely survives;as the world thatshould never have been,creates a half-life. Carolyn Brunelle
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Vacations You watch the weather;shop for clothesmanicure the nailspedicure the toes,buy new shoeshem new slacks,decide what to wearwhich to pack;pull out the luggagemake sure bills are paid,notify relativesreservations have been made. You spend a weektaking photosand seeing the sightseating in restaurantsfrom morning till nightThen the time arrivesto say your goodbyes. Returning filledand caught up;completely exhaustedand happy to be home,you have to wonder......why we think vacations are so restful. Carolyn Brunelle
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Validation A simple outstretched hand,In recognition of experiences shared,Makes another's journeySeem half as hard.Life’s troubles are easier carriedWhen a friend lightens the load;Offers the encouragement to endureWhatever lies ahead in the road.We can all do amazing thingsIf we’re not so alone from day to day;When we have the validation inKnowing someone else has walked this way. Carolyn Brunelle
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Vanished In a last burst of creativitywords pour through fading light;the all too familiar lines formand fall perfectly into place.But alas the wrong time and spacespells doom as consciousness slipsbehind the veil of slumber.Unaffected, the muse drifts awayto return some other day;but the life of a poem vanishesnever to be back again this way. Carolyn Brunelle
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View From A Graveyard Angels of Stone,are you cold as the contentsbeneath you?Or marbled ministersof hidden mercieshovering overfields of deathto watch the affairsof men,weeping rusty tearsfor lost souls,holding out hopeto livingearthbound hearts,escorting last journeys,scattering dustyremains of a life,to the four windson more heavenly wings? Carolyn Brunelle
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Vintage Model Maybe I'm not the same, all shiny and brand new;maybe I run more in spurts, coughs, and sputters,but I do run,and I go wherever I please, just a bit slower. This road weary, older chassis,prefers the peaceful ease of back roadsover super highways;all the high speed racing of youthful skill. A 'vintage model' is what I'm called, but it's okay.I'm comforted by memories of a lifetime's roads;with a tank full of gas and all the time in the worldI can finally look around and enjoy the ride. Carolyn Brunelle
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Violence A violence changed her.A child's innocent retreatto forest beautynever heard the callsor was aware of time.Blind fury met herwith a terrorshe had never known whenDaddy disappeared that day too;morphed into raging bull.A brutal beating,became her new realityone that ached in a broken heartthrough decades.Its pain and humiliation dissolved trust and innocencetook her joy and playfulnessleft wounds deeper thanthe ones she was able to hide;left scars thatlasted a lifetime in the soul. Carolyn Brunelle
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Virtues Of The Grape Ah-h, the grape!rather divinewhen stomped and beaten;known for the juices treatin'its fanciers just fine. One of nature's mysteriesgrowing there on the vine;one harvest yields nectar of the godsanother becomes raisinswhen left to shrivel in time. I prefer to pop the cork. Carolyn Brunelle
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Vision Gone is the rain;Not even cloudsHide the light.Old storyNo less glorious.Soul seesOpen sky;FindsIts own wingsAnd flies. Carolyn Brunelle
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Voice From The Past We thought it was long buried and forgotten;a voice from the pastshredded that illusion. Brought it all back again;opened old wounds and questionsthat still have no answers or resolution. The pain in your face tells meyou don’t want to look back eitherbut we are survivors. I have to believe we are stronger,better able to find and fit all the pieces togetherthis time, so it can all rest in peace. Carolyn Brunelle
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Volcano Angry handsUnclenchedHave let go;There are noMore rocks to throw. The volcanoOf hot molten lavaWearies; finallyBlows itself out. Skies are clearOn a beach somewhereWhere it restsOn morePeaceful shores. Carolyn Brunelle
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War She was barely 17; he 21,they fought and thoughtat the end of WWII,ALL wars would be done. Boomer babies came like the seafrom a soaring post-war economy,with joy unbridled, hope regained;the world would never go to war again. It broke their heartstheir sacrifice a mere beginningof conflicts and pain;a country revisiting its need for waragain and again and again. Are we to live foreverby death’s sour dirge,economy bankruptedin the war machine purse? Where are all the peacemakers? ? ? ?Are they still hungry like the peoplefor lasting peace and good willor are they politically fat and satisfied,feeding well up on the hill? Perhaps they, too, have all gone awayleaving generations to mourn and pray;continue to fight, to die, and payfor their never ending wars of the day. Carolyn Brunelle
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Warm Blankets Some things are kept forevercherished and tucked away in the attic of memoryprotected as dearest heirlooms from spoilage of time.Fireflies on a hot summer's eveAutumn and the smell of burning leaves;hot fudge sundaes and homemade piescherry cokes and burgers and fries.Proms and dresses and vinyl rock n' rolltons of homework, thank god for study hall,the rescue of a pet in the middle of a stormstood up to a bully so a sibling wasn't harmed;grew to a woman who still doesn't fuss, and marriedthat cute boy always saved me a seat on the bus.These moments stoke embers and light a fireas they play out from yesterday's stage;become the warm blanketsI wrap around me in the chill of my old age. Carolyn Brunelle
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Warm Welcome Warm sunlight shines on a warm welcome; a brighter, more promising day for the U.S.with a new President sworn to service,to his people, his fellows and friends. Hopefully he can help us make amendslift us from our knees,stand us on our feet again.It is a day we have long awaited; wehave fallen far indeed from days of grace. Let this man, begin now, in this time and placeto show us the way back to ourselves;open the future with his outstretched hand of peace,genuine smile, strength of character and humble ways. We, the people, will walk with you Mr. Presidenton this new road knowing it will not be easy;pledge to you, to ourselves, and to one another,that we will overcome, WE CAN BE BETTER.May God Bless us all ... and help us to rise. Carolyn Brunelle
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Warning! Warning! The smell of rainhangs heavy in the air;the sky steadily darkens.Alert warnings focusall eyes at the skies. Faster and faster they move in,clouds, dark, ominous,voracious;gobbling up the horizonin foreboding, swirling masses. A beastly spectre grows,formed and escortedby sudden unimaginable winds,great claps of thunder and lightning,and pelting torrents of rain and hail. A mighty Dragon! cracks its tail at usand then......passes on byleaving us grateful in the end;relieved to have missed its hellish breath. Carolyn Brunelle
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Water To Wine When I am an old womanand ready to take my rest,I will gather all these daysto my bosom.A lifetime's memories willblanket and warm these bonesin chill of remaining years;peace shall fill holes of regret.And one last great joyshall rise up in my soulwhen these waters are changed to wine. Carolyn Brunelle
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We Never Met I never met you in a poem.Your life, laughter and funWere words unknown to meAs you passed andYour spirit flew away.I met you firstIn the brokenness of thoseWho loveAnd hold youIn their dreamsAnd memories.I met you today in thatPlace in their heartsWhere GodHears their prayers;Wraps them in theSame warm blanketThat took you home.I only just met you,But we will meetFace to face some dayIn another place,Where the lightOf a very great loveWill restore allThat has been lost. Carolyn Brunelle
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Weary The seasons fall and riseTakes a lot to surprise me;So many wintersHave I seen.I’ve soared with eaglesYet life can still wound,Make this heart bleed;Turn me around right quickDrive a stake through my heart.It can crush breath from lungUtterly crash me, ugly and hard.And it takes me longer to rise.Bruised and bloody I may be,But I do still riseGet past the pain;Start all over again.I have to wonder why this is so.Old habits I supposeMakes me stand up to the blows.How I wish sometimes I could just let go;Lay me down in soft grassesAmong flowersAnd put this old babyDown for a nice long rest.Sometimes life makes me so weary. Carolyn Brunelle
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Weather Play Cool summer rainsdo their dance with the sun;drench the landscapeand spoil all our fun. But when the sun comes out to stayhe chases all lingering blues away;coaxes the flowers to open like beforechides Mother Nature behave once more. Soon enough the temperatures riseas though we could ever forget,life beneath such clear blue skiesis baking heat and sweet summer sweat. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wednesday Sales Acrostic using.... 'Wednesday Sales' Watching the special seasonEntertaining a shopping spree;Deciding the day that's bestNoting hubby has plans of his own.Evaluating my need, I target the stores;Savor the day’s prospects andDetermine to find myselfA new wardrobe of clothes asYearly sales are calling. Shoppers like me will be as eager;All will be ready for an early start.Lining up outside the doors,Excitedly, they too, will gather inSurrender to the siren call. Carolyn Brunelle
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What A Day Was getting excitedas the time drew near;counted down the hoursthey soon would be here. A birthday celebration;time to prepare the meal.Finished the dessertquick as a wink;all was going wellthen the sinksprank a leak. Made a call to the plumber,cost was astronomical;with only hours to go,it was no longer very comical.But I grinned and paid the billrather than ruin the whole day;give it the potential to killmy attitude along the way. Similar eventsplayed a familiar song,but not this timeI wasn’t going along.It would all work outof that I had no doubt,if I let it go and let it be,had been here beforeand this little glitchwouldn’t get the best of me. Carolyn Brunelle
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What I Feel I can feel something else in the roomin a movement, a changing shadowsome kind of blur; it's a hint ofsomething or someone not me. Never frightened or anxious,more curious than anything else.I grow still; strain to focus my eyesbut nothing is there to see, never is. In another mindful little moment,the room itself seems to changeits vibration around me, then it's gone;all that remains is pure speculation. Vivid imagination? Too many movies,far-reaching tales of the unknown?Perhaps, but for me a sensitivityknown and grown from childhood. I've learned to listen with all my senses.I can feel that I am not alone, and I don't mind;because it is a peace and comfortthat has always left a smile behind. Carolyn Brunelle
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What Is This? What savage amusement is this,toying with these old hearts;a simple call would do, nowthat’s become too much for you?Sad, how easily youth forgetsthe ones wholifted them,gifted themapplaudedand lauded them;as they so heartlesslyfly awayfrom the very oneswho gave them wings. Carolyn Brunelle
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What Matters I can never FORGET!My memories are the history of who I am.I still weep the old boo hoos to this dayjust not with the maudlin needto play out the complete symphony.The past can be an old torturous tuneplayed over and over; one of manyhabits of the mind to be overcome.What matters in the endis that the sweeter musichas a chance to be heard. Carolyn Brunelle
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What She Really Wants Not just rings and thingsor diamonds and pearls;all she ever really wantsis your love for the girl. A love beyond the tangibleto be placed on her hand;one to open and free her heartand take a lifetime to understand. A spirit's journeyas much as mortal;one able to carveand shape its own portals. A love and a bondto last beyond youth,one strong enough to hold towhen you are long in the tooth;fulfill all the promisesthat two lovers madeand embody all the wordsany poet has ever said. Carolyn Brunelle
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What's New The sun's hangin' low in the skydinner bell says time to wash up,dig into farm fresh food on the table.Thoughts of 'Grandma's fixins'never made anybody late.Wrapped up in evening twilight;rockin' and sittin' on the porch,we wait for any passers byto say howdy, chat it up a bit,ask what's happenin' with you.'Neighbor chat' at day's endthe rural bulletin board forpassin' along updates'bout what's happenin', who to, and abit of everything 'bout what's new. Carolyn Brunelle
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When It Comes Time To Go Life is colorin every shade and huerainbows that bless me and youin moments bright as dawn's first lightthe next, darker than a moonless night.Life is songwith rhythm and beat,a poetry with ebb and flowthat plays the sweetest symphonyto soothe and cradle the soul.Life is lighta candle with eternal glowenough to illumine every pathfor any wanting to learn and grow.Life is loveand the freedom to choosefrom all that's been givenand become co-creatorsof a life worth the livin'.So I must tell you, Lord,whatever comes nextor tempests may blow,I'm going to miss this life a littlewhen it comes my time to go. Carolyn Brunelle
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Where Are The Children What has happened to the children?Have we lost the innocents,the trusting souls,the open hearts?Are they gone forever in the portals of timeor do they still run the olly olly oxen freein sunny fields of our past? Where are the children we used to be?Do they exist only in memory,or somehow continueplaying out secret gamesfrom hidden worlds within us? Perhaps angry when we don’t listen,hurt, when we don’t care;somehow try to comfort uswhen we're alone and in despair. Where are the children ... and are THEY lost, or are we? Carolyn Brunelle
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Where Do You Have Your Eyes? Look not at your problemsTrying to solve each oneJust keep your eyes on your blessingsAnd your face turned toward the sun. Today may hold some clouds for youBut the shadows will fall awayThe weather brings its own curseOr joy, in the sunrise of each new day. Focus on all that’s GOODLook at life with this new viewYou are not lost or hopeless my friendGood things are just waiting for you. That next corner may hold your blissOr perhaps another cloudy dayBut your peace will come from deep withinSo that nothing can take it away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Where Is The Season Of Joy Barely one season ends another begins;exhaustion in the guise of family traditiongrips me in unrelenting frustration.I am awash in expectationwrecked in a sea of constant activity;barely enough time to breathe much lessexperience the season's beauty.Oh how I yearn for some heavenly peace;a little time to build my own firesand warm the chill in my boneson this spiritless shore. Carolyn Brunelle
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Where The Light Shines In The Wood There in the lighton a path well trodden,leaves pushed aside by other feetleave little doubt to the rightnessof the course. But Oh Lord I need a clearer pathin my life where dailyI must choose my own way,despite appearances. The well trodden pathis not always the right choice;the only way for my heartto fulfill its own destiny.So shine your light brightlythat I may choose wisely. ______________________________________________ Google 'autumlovr blog' for a more graphic posting of this piece. Carolyn Brunelle
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Why Why rejoice when someone else is aging like we are?Why feel vindicated when someone elsestumbles and makes a mistake like we did?Why are we validated by another’s strugglethat we relate to our own? We all feel less alone;more akin to one anotherin our brotherhood of experience,so why aren’t we more honest about our lives,our struggles, so others can feel this way too? What do we protect and preserve in secrecy?Why are we such islands to ourselves,unable to relate to a world of othersmaking a similar journey? Others could use our help;a sustaining knowledgethat we are, after all, humanshaving a very similar human experience. We could strengthenthrough our vulnerabilities,rather than weaken a next generationwith a facade of such towering valor;competency and skill. Carolyn Brunelle
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Why Doesn'T It Work That Way For Me? You offer me a nap and I AM tired;only fifteen minutes you say,so I grab a blanket.I struggle at first to relaxbut soon that haze catches me;loosens my grip on the world.Then just as I fall into the rabbit holeof unconsciousness,something slams; rudely it's all jostled away.Wrecked and angryI am pulled from the edge of it;yanked back into reality and none too happy.What happened to my peace of quiet?When you nap, I tiptoe on eggshells;why doesn't it work that way for me? Carolyn Brunelle
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Why I Write I write to free my soulfrom the bondage of youthwhen I was not allowedto openly express.I write to mend the broken fences,and drain the pain from the riversthat run through meadowsseen only from behind prison bars.I write to explore and experiencethe valley that is meand let my heart run free. Carolyn Brunelle
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Why So Loud? When did the world become so loud,a car crash on the senses?I am no longer in its one dimensionbut two.What am I to do?Time has changed me. Life speaks so softlyto me now,wraps itself around melike a comforting friendin the warmthof each morning sun. I am calmed by a living breaththat comes on the breezeto whisper sweet nothingsthrough the trees;serenaded by nature's ownin the twitter of singing birds. Older and more fragile perhapsbut more in tune,this aging heart hears God so clearin the stillness of these moments;in the smallest of voiceson this earth. Carolyn Brunelle
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Will You Ever Time and time againyou hear meweeping in the darkand never ask. How longwill you let mesuffer and neverreach out? Will there evercome a timewhen you openyour heart .... let meand the light in? Carolyn Brunelle
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Window View A blur of emeraldZooms in onMorning sun;Hovers with invisible wingsAbove each tree blossom.Sweetest nectar remembered;Another performance givenFor secret photos. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wine In The Cellar Strut your stuff girl!Don’t be the foolAnd sell outTo the first romance;Hide it all awayLike a fine wineIn the cellarThat waitsTo breathe. Open up to LIFE!It’s a stage;And all its lightsShine for you.Find your groove,Live the life you choose;Write your own storyAnd Dance baby, Dance! Carolyn Brunelle
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Wine Shall Flow (My Heaven) I am lifted away to becomelight enough to flyto soar through celestial spheresin the skyon gossamer wings I am told;walk its streets paved in goldsing with angelsrun with the windwrite words electricwith magic in my pen.I can explore the depths of deepest seasdiscover new worlds unknown to me;find that valley beyond pearly doorswhere sadness is erased,and tears are no more.It is there they waitwith heaven’s own breaththis soul’s returnfrom its mortal death.My own family circle made completegathered ‘round to welcome me;all I love and hold in my heartfree to celebrate immortality...... and the wine shall flow. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wings Grabbing at life a bite at a time,doing the best we can.It'll be alright when the night comesand life is our own;when it all slows downand you're thereto care; shareand bare the burden with me.Nothing's too big for us baby.Together, we can soar past it all;with these wingswe're going to fly high. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter winter rushes inmoves to relocate the leavesblows Autumn away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Comes winter rushes inrelocates the season's leavesblows Autumn away. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Comes Coppers, reds,Deep bronzes and golds,Surrender gracefullyTheir time and boldnessIn Autumn’s last chilly dance.Brisk, vernal windsToss them to and froIn an engaging icy flourishTo let them knowWinter is taking the lead.Stale and expiring colorsThat will revive in a new fall,Dutifully fade to their slumber,When winter comes to call. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Days Shades of winter bluessilhouette the barren treesagainst empty skies;not even the birds want to fly. Heavy clouds hang overeven the smallest of hearts,ready and eager for Spring.But wait, something is happening... Bees have returned and tiptoeacross the blossoms,daffodils rise from slumber;earth's colors slowly revive. With each bit of sunlightthat peeks through a retreating fog,Spring clears her throatand gets ready to sing. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter In The Mind Icicles on the railings of the old iron bridge,Glisten like jewels;A fitting winter’s crownOver hardened river ice. Trees wrapped in blankets of snowSlumbering thru the season,Offer little refuge on a cold winter dayExcept for silent reasonTo reflect, on the beauty along the way. Images of the white breath of solstice,Like snowy footprints in the mind,Will remain till I wander this way againMaking spring much easier to find. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Lethargy My supine activities peak in winterno less than any other hibernating animal.Beastly of me I knowbut life will return to these bonessoon enough when the snowgives way to the sun;when the rest of nature awakens to spring Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Rose Her soft pearly petalsCurl inward nowReduced to paper parchment;A last testament toWinter’s cruel breathStill clingingTo each fold. Long live her majesty“Princess Rose”Fallen to slumber;Life will re-awakenTo warmer welcomeIn Spring. Carolyn Brunelle
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Winter Slam Got bright and sunnyWent from cool to hot,Just when Spring was hereThen it was not; Winter slammed theDoor again. Even nowAnother storm’sComing in, Rain and lots of it.And of course I hadJust washed the car.Weather just so bizarre. Shorts and thongsDidn’t last longNow I need a sweaterTill the temps get better Because again it is cold, asWinter takes another shot.Really thought Spring hadArrived, but, I guess not. Carolyn Brunelle
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Witch's Treat Bubble, bubble toil and trouble,a witch’s feast fit to gobblewhen winds do howl and moon is brightand trick-or-treaters scream in the night. It’s the goodies they'll be wantingwhen they knock at my door,so I’ll dish out my brewand they’ll beg me for more. Let's see....there's tail of lizard, eye of newtgoblin feet and Frankie’s old boot,a worm, a spider, a wing of bat,a web for spicing from a wizard’s hat;the hair of a dog and claw of a cat,a pinch of this and some of that. Oh, how it churns and bubblesbut it’s worth all the troublefixing some especially for you;'cause there’s nothing quite as goodon a cold ‘haunting night’as some of my Halloween Stew. Carolyn Brunelle
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Withered Rose The pain cuts so deeplyI can’t hold on to myself.All I was, is fading awayNumbness invades,Abandoned and alone;I just quit hopingFor him to reach out. Exhausted, weary of trying;Something in me is dying.Is this what love is? Alone, with nothingBut the sorry soundOf a breaking heart? Once I was young;Love was a fresh rosebudJust beginning to blossom.But, oh innocence,Where now is your bloom? With hands so gentleHe placed me in a vasewhere I died,s-l-o-w-l-y, in bits of death each day, till finally... I was at my end. Carolyn Brunelle
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Without Tribe These hills of home feel my sorrow;their mountain skiesoffer me no tiesto a heritage lost long ago. I am destined to travel other roads;alone in this lifewithout tribe. O Lord help mein a land of strangers. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wonder What It Meant Such a little thing,Only a moment really.Didn’t register in my mindThat it might be significant;So I easily dismissed it andwent about my day.But later it echoedBack to me,When the chaosAnd hurry of the dayHad quieted and grown still.Why does thatParticular momentIn a whole dayStill play in my mind?I ponder now,How many timesI have paid so little heedTo such moments,Whether something importantWas missed;And wonderWhat it meant. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wondering In A Fog A nod, a glance, any sign at all.I search his face; his eyes, for a clue,Smile, and pretend to be brave andWonder, if my cancer is growing Do we know if results are in?Is there finally an answer?How much longer must i wait? I feel like some puppet dancer.Pull this string; one more testPull that string; another surgery.Moving to the music that cancer playsAnd surrendering more parts of me;Weeping through long healing days. I do the dance, that all of us do, and wait.Wait and pray to be strong,Though i’m quite lost, andWandering around in a fog of fear;Wondering if my cancer is growing. Carolyn Brunelle
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Words Ill spoken wordscan cause irreparable damageto tender heartshiding behind listening ears.Words....weaponry used to destroy;or tool to bless, to heal.Be wary and choose well.A world is createdor perhaps destroyedby your use of them. Carolyn Brunelle
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Working Into The Night It's late, I'm exhausted;Ready for serious rest.I’ve given it my bestAnd these wordsAre just blurringAcross the page My train has stoppedDead on the track.Time to wind this downAnd just call it okay.Tomorrow is another day. Nothing matters now, theMind has left without a trace;My body has to find a placeTo crash and burnFor a few precious hoursI've lost all power to continueI really need some sleep. Carolyn Brunelle
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World Of White Winter's breath is on the trees;fingers of ice have replaced the leaveswhen he takes to the hills to venture aboutin its frozen beauty before it all thaws out.A flurry of snowflakes from on highmakes him turn his face up to the sky;invite the crystals to rest on his tonguebefore he grabs his board for a first downhill run.It's the world he loves so well and it shows.There in all those blankets of snowearth has given herself to slumber and restbut he comes alive in the season he loves best. Carolyn Brunelle
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Wrapped In Ribbons This old house sighs fromcontentedness and exhaustion;the fragrance of holiday candlesstill lingers.Christmas visited herein laughter, delicious foodand delightful memories.Colorful wrappings and tissuelay on the floor as lasting reminderof how love was delivered wrapped in ribbonsand stayed for awhile. Carolyn Brunelle
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Writer Couldn't say it, had to write itwrite everything down, get it out of the gutfar better than being in a rut of silence.A diary as a girl, love letters to a beauschedules and lists as a young mothereven on the job and so it would all gountil... poetry.Poetry evolved fromfeelings swirling, twirling aboutnothing to make anybody jump and shoutbut from a love of the wordsletting them flow from a keyboardto become a language all their own.Yes, I am a writer at heartbut it's not a 'bad thing'to call myself ANDit doesn't mean I'm a good one. Carolyn Brunelle
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Writing Wearniness hits those eyeseverything begins to blur;been a long day at the computerbut the spirit won’t be deterred.Compelled by a passionthat burns from withinsenses become energized;life is flowing from her pen.Familiar rustlings in her soul,yet from one moment to the nextshe never really knowswhat might spill out in some text.So, on and on she lets it flowa gift, a work, a treasure;doesn’t matter where it goesbecause it’s always such a pleasure. Carolyn Brunelle
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Yesterday's Dust Yesterday’s dustCovers the world;Blinds the eyesOf the future.Today’s hopeMust look withinFor salvation,For real changeInstead of rain. Carolyn Brunelle
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You'Re Not The Boss Of Me It was easy enough to seethat she was very angry with meI had put her in a horrible mood andshe wanted a few things understood. 'You're not the boss of me,don't tell me what to do;don't try to take care of meif I've not even asked you to. I'm a little old for this;don't need my daddy's hand,my momma's shoulder to cry on,or somebody to help me stand. A fully capable woman,has no need to be overprotected;it's rude to step in and take over,and makes me feel disrespected. I'm vocal and independent, with astrength and mind of my own,all you're doing is pissing me offwhen your attention is overblown. I may be older, but a whole lot wiser,and you really need to see, my age is not a sign of weaknessand you are NOT the boss of me.' Carolyn Brunelle
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