Tag: poem
member name: Heather Campbell
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July 19, 2007 06:01 PM EDT --
"Why do you keep that old chipped teacup?"
She asked me as we sat down to sup.
"Why do you keep it upon that shelf
Next to the old Santa Claus and his elf?"
"T'was my Grandma's . . .
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July 24, 2007 08:37 AM EDT --
This morning I awoke
The sun wasn't around to see
It was sleet and rain
It's all the same
The weather's down on me.
I wrote this in 1977
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July 24, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
Babe, don't let me go
Hon, how could you know
Dear, it's me you see
Babe, forever it's me.
Hon, just go to bed
Dear, it's in your head.
Babe, we will do fine
Hon, there . . .
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July 25, 2007 06:23 PM EDT --
When your heart is weary
And you feel so all alone
When you tire of the quiet
Sanctitity of your home
When you find that solo
Doesn't have much perks
And those you dated
Are acting like . . .
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August 10, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
Dance the Dance was the first poem I wrote on gather. I thought it was worthwhile to repost:
We go through life
As we dance the dance.
So few times
We get a second chance.
We never know . . .
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July 11, 2007 09:50 PM EDT --
All I want, Lord, is to feel I'm loved.
"Yes, you are!" says God above.
All I want is to be good.
"With my help child, yes, you could." . . .
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July 22, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
When I can I heal the hurt,
Mend the sore of low self worth.
I feed the ones without food
Give out money is what I do
I give the lonely sad ones
All the love that can be done
I hold . . .
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June 14, 2007 12:52 AM EDT --
How do you know when something is at it's end
When let down by one who you thought was a friend?
How do you sit still when tears roll down your face
And try to stop the feeling of running . . .
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July 30, 2007 05:34 PM EDT --
With all our hearts we love you,
A smile lights up your kind face
We are saved my sweet savior
Redeemed by your love and grace.
Your smile illuminates our souls
Your peace lies deep within . . .
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August 01, 2007 01:05 PM EDT --
Written . . .
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September 16, 2008 10:02 AM EDT --
Sitting next to you,
In Heaven up above,
I pledged that forever
You were my only love.
"Please don't forget me,"
I heard you say as I fell
Off the clouds to Earth
The . . .
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November 06, 2007 07:27 AM EST --
Why do you judge,
That which you do not know?
Why do you go
Where you ought not go?
My life is mine,
To decide today
How ever I want
To carry on my way.
Why do you judge,
As . . .
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June 02, 2007 03:11 PM EDT --
When we wed
We seldom think
What'll rock the boat
What'll make it sink.
The waves in life
And rocks below
Make it a must
To join as we go.
So many times
We let the outside in,
The . . .
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July 14, 2007 10:20 AM EDT --
Pardoned
. . .
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August 01, 2007 12:01 PM EDT --
by Heather L. Campbell
May 26, 2004
We now celebrate together,
Jeanne's life today.
For each one of us,
She touched along the way.
Dressed to the nines
And raring to go,
Was the Jeanne
. . .
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August 07, 2007 09:23 AM EDT --
For nine months the child inside you grows,
For nine months you watch as it begins to show
For nine months you dream of your childs smile
For nine months you walk all those extra miles
For nine . . .
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August 14, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
He scrambled to get another look,
She sat there reading her small book,
Would she notice; would she smile?
How much he wanted her the while.
Off he ran to buy her some flowers,
Some chocolates; it . . .
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August 18, 2007 03:59 PM EDT --
The world goes on
the bye and bye.
No one seems to
care much or cry.
When we have lost
our dear loved one
when their short life
is over and done.
Like that person
Did not exist
People . . .
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August 21, 2007 04:22 AM EDT --
written September 4, 1997
Though her heart was as big as all out doors..
people focused on the clothes she wore..
She was born to the British aristocracy...
all she wanted people just to see... . . .
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May 22, 2007 06:42 AM EDT --
As the sun is rising up,
And the coffee aroma hits,
The quiet of the morning,
Before the rushing of the kids,
I sit in my chair and ponder,
The musings of the day,
Where I need to be,
And who I'll . . .
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