Poem: Seamstress

Seamstress

by June Nash

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Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s clothes repair

While dressed in old rags

Of good deeds she brags

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It tears at her heart

When they fall apart

Her family and friends

Their ailments must mend

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Takes thread from her soul

To make others whole

Creating a run

In own fabric spun

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Takes no time to darn

Repairing the harm

Stays a wee bit frayed

Her peace for theirs trade

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Until a mere rag

Across own rips sag

Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s woes repair

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04/03/2014 at 8:45 AM Leave a comment

Poem: I Who Care

I Who Care

by June Nash

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I’m a nag

Out right hag

You say fine

All the time

But do not

Do a lot

Easy go?

I say no

Hard to bear

I lose hair

From roots pull

My plate’s full

I can’t quit

So throw fit

It’s not fair

I still care

03/27/2014 at 9:53 AM 3 comments

Poem: Thought That Got Away

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Thought That Got Away

by June Nash

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The old man had a thought today

But like a fish, it got away

He struggled with it in his hands

Wiggling, into the lake it lands

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Like a great white bass he once caught

He held in his hands a dear thought

Can’t remember it’s size or weight

It is gone now, now it’s too late

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He goes back to his rods and reels

Back to fishing for thoughts he feels

A nibble or two in the brain

Trying to hook that thought again

03/20/2014 at 7:26 AM 2 comments

Poem: Not Alone

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Not Alone

by June Nash

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Not alone

Just a click away

Sit at home

IMing each day

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House quiet

No visitors come

He bears it

With his online chums

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Though hugs miss

From lack of contact

Touch or kiss

Is only an act

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Not alone

Just a click away

Quiet phone

Heavy on heart weigh

03/13/2014 at 12:48 PM Leave a comment

Poem: Ifs And Buts

Ifs And Buts

by June Nash

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

To stand up and speak honestly

About those acting greedily

How we should all be quite content

With all we have and life’s content

To help each other selflessly

And stop the crying me me me

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

To live my life as I would preach

Out to others my hands would reach

To say, not me, I need no raise

And then, of others virtues praise

To give without want of reward

Or to tally blessing points scored

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

I’d venture out and gather these

And pass them out as I would please

These nuts and fruit could feed the poor

Sated they would not ask for more

But these are only words, not deeds

Only words, but they can plant seeds

03/06/2014 at 10:15 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Hiding the Hyde

   Hiding the Hyde

by June Nash

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through this life I slide

by hiding the Hyde

that’s my ugly side

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Only beauty see

Your the one for me

Your my remedy

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I do not reveal

the me that is real

that is how I deal

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I know the true you

By the things you do

From my point of view

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this face isn’t mine

on a mask you dine

on my own I’m fine

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Perfection not seek

Just allow me a peek

Won’t think you a freak

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when I lower veil

let you cast your spell

your scorn would be hell

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I will see your mind

A heart that is kind

To your faults be blind

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but you don’t know me

of what you could see

so go away I plea

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Together we’ll slide

My Jekyll, your Hyde

You’re my other side

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This poem was inspired by the book Player One, written by Ernest Cline.  My book club is currently reading this book.  I’m half way through, so I don’t know how it all ends.

 The characters meet online as avatars.  They only know each other as the characters they created.  

But isn’t that true of life?  All we really know about each other is what we are willing to reveal.

02/20/2014 at 8:32 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Still Life

 

 

StillLife

Still Life

by June Nash

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Four apples sitting by a pear

Draped in light that they seem to wear

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With dabs and strokes they come alive

As into painting tubes I dive

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Palette lined with colors ready

Grasping brushes with hands steady

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Brushing gently in varied hues

Seeking secrets from hidden clues

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Getting hungry, but not quite done

Just bitty bite from back, just one

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Nobody will see, none will know

In finished painting it won’t show

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A bite I took, then two, then three

Could not stop apple munching spree

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Three apples sitting by a pear

Draped in light that they seem to wear…

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 I’m taking an oil painting class.  I never used oil paints before.  Instead of doing things my normal way, blundering through the process all trials and error, I decided to let someone  guide me.  Point out the tricks of the trade.  

I’m glad I took the class.  I am having so much fun.  I’ve decided I love oil painting!

This painting is actually not done yet.  I still have some finishing touches to apply.  I better hurry, or it will be Two Apples and a Pear.

02/13/2014 at 6:22 AM Leave a comment

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