Tag: celebrate life
member name: Carol Cassell
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August 16, 2006 03:15 PM EDT --
I once was young. Tender in my mind was something very missing. As much as my grandmother and young aunts tried to cover, I think I very much missed my mother. Sadly she had somehow fallen . . .
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September 10, 2006 12:06 AM EDT --
The Bagpipers in
Bright colors of
Scottish plaid kilts of tartan
Bagpipes com'in from a cemetery
Beckon mourners to
come lay him down gently
in the ground
Lay him down gently . . .
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August 19, 2006 02:08 AM EDT --
You can't do that? Oh,Yes I can.
Since I retired, I have had to work some of the hardest jobs I've ever had to muster the strength to do. [Not counting memorizing all the postal . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:55 PM EDT --
In class today we got to play with playdough. Child Development Pschology to be exact. Apply what type of animal you think you are to the clay and build it.
First off, mine . . .
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September 13, 2006 12:25 AM EDT --
God can't forgive what is already done.
The messes that we make;
The ugly scars remain
And feel worse in rain.
I guess you can say God is in the salvaging buisness . . .
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September 27, 2006 11:45 PM EDT --
Welcome to depressionland.
It is too late at night
When guilt and shame and other
pals seek to do me harm.
What I really need is a good night's rest;
And to put depressionland on the midnight . . .
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September 28, 2006 04:05 PM EDT --
Swaying breezes
Melting heavenly with
eventy-six degreessssses
What a perfect day!
The wind whispers
of ancient man who once
breathed our air.
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October 03, 2006 03:36 PM EDT --
My dear Lord,
How sweet the savor
of your love for me.
I can't touch or see you
but I know you're
near evoking joy
For all that's right in life.
Even when I forget
to pray, your guidance . . .
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 21, 2006 11:05 PM EDT --
Today I met a funny little lady
She doesn't look like a professor
From Harvard, not that I would know one,
having never met one before.
But she is.
She is very tiny, with strangles of . . .
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August 14, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
The TideRunner,
The boat I
dreamt I had,
dodged like
a skilled scroll saw
designing a path
through waves.
A storm came,
The TideRunner
disappears behind
the waves in the
setting sun.
Carol Cassell . . .
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August 22, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
Getting lost on a country road.
The winding roads greenery!
Sights so afresh and new.
An Amish
woman's wash
stands all pictureque
... blowing frentically in the wind.
Diapers, held . . .
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August 23, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where in bed
I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this?
Every autumn since the beginning
of time.
The steady forces of nature
constant . . .
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August 25, 2006 12:12 AM EDT --
Fireflies lights are dimming,
while ashes fly from the grill.
Conversation lowering to a quiet hum.
It looks like its time to say good night.
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September 21, 2006 01:04 AM EDT --
When I was young I was given a choice. "Where do you want to do your chores, inside the house or out?" Since I always opted for anything that would get me "out . . .
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August 12, 2006 05:58 PM EDT --
To all the good things that ever happened in Autumn...
A cool breeze makes
the air crisp.
I'm breathless for my lover,
Autumn.
Senses quicken and
Beginnings begin from
lost plans of summer. . . .
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August 15, 2006 01:39 PM EDT --
Little things mean so much.
Like a grandson's romp through
trampled grass
on the way to the park.
My two-foot wonder
stops to catch a
falling leaf,
choosing rather to feel . . .
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August 15, 2006 02:29 PM EDT --
The commuter train is late.
The old woman in red
is not rushing to get anywhere,
unlike those with suits
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August 15, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
The ocean in inky
darkness
splays a wave and
then another,
rolling
in as hills
at midnight.
Touching gently
cold wet sand.
Moonlight cresting
on golden glitter,
aglow as though a
light is lit.
Look, . . .
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August 25, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
Alone is better
than to be robbed
every hour of the day,
crushed by ungrateful
people.
In solitude of a
quiet place,
the spirit looks
up and soars.
Much to do, where
does one begin?
Sorting out the
painful . . .
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