Lady Blue
Lady Blue Poems
For every beginning, there is an end
the space in between we must fill in.
With youthful skin, a fiery lust for life
celebrating each New Year with delight.
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A simple act of charity
the giving of yourself.
No, it is not pity,
it is quite something else.
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When I wokeup this morning
the sun was shining so bright.
So much nicer than yesterday
my heart was sunny and light.
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I reach for the end of day
orange, pink, lavender, gray
and watch it slide out of my
fingers as the sun dips behind
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Here I stand in muted shades
of what I sincerely believe I am.
Yet I keep finding new shades
each day that rolls around.
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The blue hyacinth candle burns
sweet scents float around the
room and my heart so does yearn
to hold you close to me.
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A promise of tomorrow
gives reason for today.
Else the love we have
would wither, die away.
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She lived in a era of elegance
with heart kind and pure.
Demeanor sweet, timid and demure
her happiness was assured.
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She is poetry in the making
so very young and demure.
Love and truth in her heart
so sweet and soft, so pure.
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Lady Blue Biography
I am a 58 y/o female, retired and loving it. I only began writing poetry after I retired 3 yrs ago. I love my family, adore my 4 grandsons and live a peaceful serene life in the country. I love nature and sit many hours watching the wildlife roam. We have everything from armadillos to wild pigs and just about anything you can imagine including deer and coyotes. The property is filled with oak and pecan trees and that makes for thousands of birds all year long. I go to sleep to the croaking of frogs and sounds of cicadas and wake up to the sound of birds singing. I feel I live as close to Heaven as I can get on earth. Lady Blue)
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From Beginning To End
For every beginning, there is an end
the space in between we must fill in.
With youthful skin, a fiery lust for life
celebrating each New Year with delight.
As each year passes we are aging
skin wrinkles, muscles tremble.
Synapses stop, hands not so nimble
eyes don't see well, bones do creak.
Time marches on, we become weak
slow and frail, life becomes bleak.
Then like sand in an hourglass
our lifes grains fall no more.
Lady Blue Comments
I read your bio. and I'm so.....jealous! You are living as I only dream of one day, so close to nature and with the animals! Oh how lucky you are! :) Take care. Sincerely, Mary
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5/6/2024 6:30:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with Mary, you seem to be in such lovely surroundings, and you look lovely too. I was born in the country but now live in town, but miss it. I shall enjoy reading your poems as they are posted, and welcome to Ph and to everything that's on offer here. Nice to have you aboard. Love Ernestine XXX