Tag: poems
member name: Aunt Boni H.
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November 24, 2007 08:28 AM EST --
Awaking now, it's just before dawn.
Perched on the edge of my chair, fingertips poised and ready to strike, eyes directed to this window of communication....my gaze is suddenly . . .
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April 05, 2008 11:35 PM EDT --
This morning I received an audio e-mail from a friend. I would love to share it with you, however, the original link is invalid. (I'm able to "forward" the e-mail, . . .
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August 27, 2007 08:26 AM EDT --
At Christmas each year, I purchase blank cards and inscribe my own message. This is the sentiment I sent to my family and friends in 2006. I hope it will inspire you to share a holiday . . .
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November 02, 2007 11:06 AM EDT --
We stroll throughout the neighborhood
this foggy Monterey morn,
and feast upon the jewelry
the spiders have adorned.
At night these gemmists . . .
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December 17, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
This time of year we become so aware of the music around us. Holiday tunes are blaring from nearly every speaker in grocery markets, department stores, on the radio and television, . . .
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February 12, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Anyone up for a party?
Well, it's six weeks after Christmas and the first payment is now due on all the stuff you charged on the card, and you've got the post-holiday blues. . . .
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August 17, 2007 08:30 AM EDT --
‘Twas not so long ago, my friend,
I’d drive up to the pump, and then
the attendant would greet me with a smile.
he’d fill my tank . . .
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September 24, 2007 07:56 PM EDT --
I stand alone at summer’s edge
and plead my lover, now gone.
I’ll endure the snows to cover me
and await you, my Love, at summer’s dawn.
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August 17, 2007 08:54 AM EDT --
(This little message was a greeting card sentiment for my friends and family in 2006. It gives me a little lift on days that are a bit gloomy. I'm sharing it with you, hoping . . .
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July 29, 2007 09:56 PM EDT --
But days ago your fuzzy yellow face rose up to me in the sun.
Today I find you in my garden with only a white-gray puff that has exploded into a ball of tiny umbrellas atop a leafless stem. . . .
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