No quiet no peace
Just squawks and squalls and agony
No hush day or night
Keely Gibson
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I am 61 years old. I’ve lived in Detroit for the same amount of years. Mother of 3 sons. Grandma of 2. I love writing and this marathon has gotten me back to writing. I haven’t written for a few years. I’m out of practice ready to reacquaint myself with all of the poetic devices and poem forms and back to the drawing board.
Simply Nobody
I’m a speck on the floor trampled by almost all. I’m a ding in a car door waiting to be buffed out. I’m nobody, nothing viable, no value, no meaning. Just a modern day slave and flunky. Just a means to an end for some who claim to love me. A wisp caught in a vortex of wind going round and round no one knows I’m there. Left here in this one place while others sped away to live their lives leaving mine in vain.
just no one, nobody to some who claim to love me. A pebble laying under a pile of rock on an abandoned shore. A scorned and almost lifeless form kicked on the head and dropped when I was born. Left here in this place to suffer while others sped away. Left me in limbo to rot in hell but But God is watching I pray to him.
I’m nobody plain and simply no one. Left here to die unhappy. But I pray, pray, pray to the Lord and HE shall set me free. I’m someone to HIM. I know God loves me. HE will lift me up and guide me to happiness. Someday I’ll walk, not speed away. And the difference will be respect for I’ll never neglect those who claim to love me as they have done to me. For although to them I’m simply nobody but I know that I am love.
Angel Face
Looking like love whether asleep or awake
I love my little angel face. She’s time everlasting
the winds lay at her feet.
Angels guard her doorstep. The sun
lightens her path. The moon is her friend
they talk every night.
I love my little angel face
she makes my burdens alight.
Life moves and dances about her
Like a night at the ballet.
What a joy to have in my life
my little angel face.
Mere words are difficult
trying to explain what’s in my
heart. The love I feel will take
much more to express what’s
what with me and my little angel face.
I could write, and write, and write
from now on but I can’t ever really
explain what love and joy I feel
for my little angel face… Only
time can reveal. No matter what
my angel face is my must. I have to have
my baby girl; my granddaughter; my little angel face.
I hope that someone gets the gist
of what I’m trying to express.
I love my little angel face
and she’s the family crest.
Such as Life???
Oh well, here I go again
attempting to do good
living to do well
but such as life
things don’t tend to go my way.
Today I am semi happy
because I am doing something
that I love. My writing may not
be spectacular but it’s what
makes me feel swell.
So, now here I am,
not a quick write; just
trying to get thru this
24 hours and hopefully
live down the “such as
life” that trails me.