Posts tagged ‘Life’

Painting and Poem: Budding Flower

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Budding Flower 

by June Nash

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She sits, quiet, in back of the room.

Wishing, wanting to stand out, flaunt her plume

Like a model walking with confident stride

In dark shadow, instead, she seems to hide

Not know, unsure, of her latent power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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She sits, quiet, fingers making the noise

Dreaming, waiting, to flaunt her style with poise

A pianist who plays with confident airs

In dark shadow, instead, silently stares

Not known, not shown, incredible power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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About the painting:

Not quite finished yet.  I like the way it is turning out though.  

I finally got around to writing a poem for it.  

I wrote two poems, but you will have to wait until next week to see the other.

06/19/2014 at 8:27 AM Leave a comment

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: Snow White Liar

Snow White Liar

by June Nash

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smooth talking man greets lovely lady

she doesn’t care that he seems shady

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like sweets on tongue, she eats up his lies

he praises her wit, beauty and eyes

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they may be truths, but how does one know

when they’re piled high in drifts like snow

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starved for attention, desperate for love

into the snow she drops her white glove

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it’s outline she sees, though very dim

like truth in the lies spoken by him

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his weak excuses, flakes upon flakes

deep down she knows they’re all lies he makes

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with all snow white lies, there comes a day

when truth shows through, lies melt away

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from warm sweet spun words ice only felt

watching with sadness, her snowman melt

01/16/2014 at 12:36 PM 4 comments

Poem: Ego Trap

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Ego Trap

 by June Nash

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Entering a job new

To get, told lies, a few

Wasn’t sure he could do

So faked it. S’nothing new

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Given training, that’s cool!

Learned ins and outs, at school

Ask no questions, ‘His rule!’

Gained respect, not thought fool.

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At times felt out of place

Hard to keep up this pace

Acting brash to save face

When up against hard case

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Dad came to him and said

Put your ego to bed

Can’t know all in your head

Just ask questions instead

but all will think me dumb

no more raises will come

my friends will call me scum

to this tune his nays strummed

Do not ask same question twice

But don’t stop asking advice

Ask until know each slice

Ignorance, not a vice

patience thin in those asked

they tire of queries tasked

say I have already basked

in their wisdom un-flasked

Perhaps their knowing’s tapped

Now making them feel trapped

Need tap another chap

Seems you’ve closed teacher’s gap

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He marched on with clear view

Questioning what was new

More he learned, less he knew

Yet knowledge ever grew

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Confidence in self grew

Free from mind trap he flew

Became most esteemed crew

Sharing knowledge he knew

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Showing his ignorance had

been scary, now not bad

Best lesson ever had

Was shown him by his dad

01/09/2014 at 6:47 AM 2 comments

Poem: Brassieres Through the Years

Brassieres Through the Years

by June Nash

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At 12 years,

Training bra could not wait to wear

Boasts development of a pair

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At 18,

Shredded it, shed it, and burned it.

Free, liberated, unbound tit

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25,

Jiggling wiggling needed to stop

Back into bra those babies plop

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Many years,

Wore a brassiere without complaint

Kept those boobies under constraint

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At 60,

Have comfort as higher concern

Think again it’s time to bra burn

12/12/2013 at 6:55 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Dumb Blonde

Dumb Blonde

by June Nash

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Here’s a story of a girl named June

Cute little blonde, a bit late to bloom

Got attention flaunting empty head

Though brain alive, she feigned it was dead

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Started quite young, all said it was cute

Made people smile, she thought it a hoot

Dumb blondes aren’t born, they are created

Raised to be cute, later berated

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“You are stupid,” several friends would blurt

Though knew not true, left her feelings hurt

Set out to prove that she wasn’t dense

Went back to school, studied for some sense

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Years of acting, hard habit to break

Airhead antics, difficult to shake

Path not easy, but got her degree

Thought that enough, but still wasn’t free

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Impress her worth on others she tried

Pains unnoticed, in silence she cried

In time she learned that which she needed

Believe in self, care not how treated

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11/14/2013 at 6:44 AM Leave a comment

Poem: Love’s Call

Love’s Call

by June Nash

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He called, enthralled, cannot wait

Looking forward to the date

Unaware of tomorrow

And broken plans to follow

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Dreams of love in blissful sleep

Unknowing what day will reap

Clock ticking, seems well oiled

Sweet clicking, ‘til plans foiled

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Hopes of caressing love’s face

Squashed by unkind frenzied pace

No hug, no touch, just a call

Salty tear drop starts to fall

10/17/2013 at 6:28 AM Leave a comment

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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