I am a 20 yr US Navy Vet. Now a Power Plant Engineer. I am a Very Passionate Writer and Photographer. I have been married for 24 years, have 5 children (3 grown) with 6 grandchildren between them. My two teenage boys/wife, keep me laughing and loving and inspire me to capture life's adventures in pictures and writing.
-I live in Las Cruces, New Mexico, USA. more »
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Kelly Seale Poems
'A Rose By Anyother Name'
Look at me. You see yourself as a dandelion, one of many, and not at all special: Yet, still considered a flower by some.
'Fan The Flame'
Twenty-five years of marital bliss, Almost all of it good times, great times Like this. Oh, but we've had our ups and downs,
Oh, what fluffy cloud are you on, floating sky high... wonder what dreams may come, as I began to cry. And now the rain. I wish I was on cloud nine with you.
Beauty throughout, beauty within- Your beauty is unique, and lies deeper than skin. Physicaqlly, your beauty is stunning, and that's no surprise, but your most beautiful feature... Are those big, deep, dark, brown eyes.
I was watching the sunrise this morning... As the stars faded, the bright blue-orange glow filled me with warmth on this coldest of October mornings, and I felt part of something... The way the large late October moon faded below the mountains in the West...,
Silent screams Echo deep inside my head Pain so intense, so deep You wish you were dead
'Be Careful What You Wish For...'
“I believe death is the ultimate freedom…I’d rather just have my freedom as soon as I can get it…” –Jodi Arias You’re the center of attention, you’re the star of the show, Your lies may have fooled them, but in your eyes-
The Darkness is all around me- It's so sweet and thick, you can cut it with a knife, They say that there is a light, at the end of the tunnel, they say there is Life
'The Serpent in the Grass'
The serpent lay hidden, coiled ready to strike. It's venom holding evil darkness that will hold no quarter- His body, camouflaged and seemingly invisible to the innocent.
'Bouquet of Flowers'
“Bouquet of Flowers” The bouquet of flowers assume a lone place on the table,
Me- I stand against the cosmic Latte colored wall, my left leg crooked up behind me, holding my stance- Watching, like a chameleon- I blend in with the stains, unnoticed. Bored of all this hum-drum ho-hum, I'm ready to leave this poetic dance-
The darkness of predawn, how the cool wind bites my lips The stars winking at me, as my eyes adjust Feeling a slight numbness in my fingertips The drive in, filled with such solitude
Just listen... These words are my attempt to reach you. Without any of the resentment felt
The putrid smoke from the pit drifted and stung my nostrils- Plastic arms and legs, a doll's head, melting in the dying flames. Water from my hose, unable to extinguish the death of such an innocent.
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'A Rose By Anyother Name'
Look at me.
You see yourself as a dandelion,
one of many, and not at all special:
Yet, still considered a flower by some.
In reality, You are a Rose,
deep, rich red, delicate passion pink.
Soft, satiny petals,
And yet, you do have your thorns.
You keep those around you at a distance.
Seemingly to be safe,
but there is nothing to be afraid of.
So look at me...
You are in your prime, your beauty is in full bloom.
Feel it, let it happen, it's become a part of you.
You have such a special gift, in which you deny yourself
the pleasure of ...