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Who am I?
Contributed by
softerware
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Sunday, 20th August 2017 @ 04:06:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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Im fearless and patient;
And fast growing ancient.
Im great in a crisis;
Obsess over prices!
I know lies from the truth;
Im weird and uncooth.
When your life is complete;
Ill be way obsolete.
We both wish wed change;
Yet wed never exchange;
To be what we arent;
Or trade for another;
The truth of it is;
Im a genuine mother.
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softerware
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2017-08-20 16:06:24]
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Re: Who am I?
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by JamesStockdale on
Monday, 21st August 2017 @ 08:06:29 AM AEST
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Lovely Jaye
It was unisex until you threw in the mother bit :) |
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Re: Who am I?
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by Invierno on
Monday, 21st August 2017 @ 03:28:03 PM AEST
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Very cool...a note to your children!
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Re: Who am I?
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by ingeniusidiot on
Monday, 21st August 2017 @ 07:58:21 PM AEST
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A common question once adulthood is reached and more-over once you become a parent. Should I be their friend or become their enemy? Every circumstance opens a different door and it is up to us to make the correct decision. Growing older is inevitable yet it is up to us to either let it control us or us control our getting older by learning from our past and sharing our knowledge and experiences with others. Every one of you poems shares a piece of who you are and your knowledge that only the past can teach..another amazing piece that speaks volumes through very few words.
:)
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Re: Who am I?
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd September 2017 @ 02:42:31 AM AEST
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So down,
low, hidden,
seeing the root,
dirty in the soil
free, earthly
Then, up
sky blue, gray
rainbow, puffy cloud
billowing, passing by,
fools gold, giant mountains
off in, this distance, of view,
or not of Earth skies, starlight
first star, than a rush
of stars passing by, almost moving
past one point that seems stationary
but is not
the night sky past the lights of the city
the universe
Who are You?
What do you smell like,
do you leave you essence
wherever you go?
maybe you lived before
a long time ago, and going
back you know,
maybe you don/t care
I don/t care if you don/t
care
what anybody says
like in a conversation
No, as a parent,
i would never try psychology regarding who I am
with my children
who am I
in the nature of things
might be vastly different
than what I see
Since I possess
nothing but gratitude
Peace! |
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