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The Coat
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One day in the dawning light
washing through my window
silent as the day was born
it hung there in the corner.
Worn soft
but still sturdy.
Stained up,
but not dirty.
His shield against the elements......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 09:26:03 |
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love poetry shawnee
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The Rediscovery of Self
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***An extended trip away from a controlling, demeaning husband helped me remember I was more than just his door mat. I was still a woman.
sj
The difference,
I wondered if it would be there,
Suspecting it would,
And delighting to find it true.
The difference,......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 09:23:22 |
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poetry shawnee
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The Drummer In The Band
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Oh God,
Just for a night,
For a moment
Next to him.
Ringing,
Sailing,
Desperate wailing,
Calling me.
(Mind Games.)
But Oh God,
What I’d give,
For a night with him,
The Drummer In the Band.
_______ Copyright shawnee johnson
November 16, 1984......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 09:07:26 |
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shawnee poetry
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A Savage Dawn
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The ensuing hours
Of a savage dawn,
Thoughts are blank,
The hours are long.
The air grew cold,
The sky turned gray,
This story is old,
I’m here to say.
I try to count
My gains and my losses.
The carnival rides,
And bottle ring tosses.
But I drift outside
To the......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 09:04:44 |
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single-life
divorce
poetry shawnee
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A Single Mom's Valentine
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The everyday loneliness,
The little things,
The nights alone
And day times too
When there’s no body waiting at home,
To rush home and tell the news to.
It’s an every day loneliness,
Casting shadows like clouds,
Sometimes none at all,
Sometimes raining out crowds......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 09:02:32 |
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valentine poetry shawnee
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The Rancid Odor of Defication
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The rancid odor
Of defecation,
Burn my lungs
To suffocation,
With a putrid sense of
Realization,
That life is but a
Sewer.
_______________Copyright shawnee johnson 8-23-99 All Rights Reserved ...Read More
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Posted on: 2008-02-06 08:55:34 |
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shawnee poetry
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