Derek

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Jeanne Marie, 1994

Happy Pink Friday!

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Sometimes our PINK is Orange

Sometimes our PINK is Orange.

Be the flower…

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Fairy Tale

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You’re Invited!

You’re invited to the Cupcake Tea Party of the Season!
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Tomorrow…

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All of me…

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I only have one leaving left…

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Find your safe place…and go there in your mind when things are rough…

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Unconquered Guilt by Jodie Lynne (1994)

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UNCONQUERED GUILT
She wearily stumbles on past
Blinded as survival fogs her path.
Her broken soul aching to reach
Beyond this endless haze,
Desperate to free
What she can no longer see.
Burning with pain
Her aimless arms reaching,
Pulling together strength enough
For one last try.
Fear takes over, for at last
She has felt beyond her gaze,
Fallen into a piece of past.
Even as a small hand clings to her own
Ever so quickly fear becomes shame
As the soft little hand slips from her hold,
Letting smoke turn to roaring flame, and
Still, the shadowed room remains so cold.
As her worn body falls
With unexpected relief
She gives in to the memory
Lies down with the unconquered grief.
One last tear streaks her face
As a terrible blackness drags
Her broken soul to another time,
Another place. A woman-child,
An abusive man, three years dead
Who lives on in nightmares,
That dance through their heads
A little boy, his crying face,
Another time, another place.
Jodie Lynne, 1994

Middle Child (Jodie Lynne)

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Middle child, where do you fit in?
You fought for my attention
but did you ever win?
You surely have it now
although painfully gained.
You capture me with crisis
then, I shake loose again.
Middle child, I know you well,
you speak to me of your dreams
your fears and your babies lost.
People judge you harshly
but once you lived beneath
my heartbeat…
so, together we pay the cost.
I can’t catch you when you fall
but I’ll bandage up your knees
just like when you were five
and asphalt tore through your jeans.
“Don’t run,” I’d holler out the door
as off to play you’d tear.
You never heeded my warnings
took on the world without a fear.
Twenty-two this month and still…
my warnings fly into the wind
blowing every which way
following you aimlessly around.
Perhaps you’d stop to listen
if you knew that my heart bleeds
each time your knees hit the ground.
My daughter, my middle child
I loved you when you didn’t know
when my hands were full with others
or when my feelings didn’t show.
We’ve had our ups and downs
but I’ll never let you go.
Middle child, where do you fit in?
My quintessence has a
special niche for you
tucked beneath my ribs
right where you’ve always been.
by Jeanne Marie, 1997

You Are Amazing

You Are Amazing.

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The Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie at http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/

The Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie at http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/.

I find beauty where it is~in the bridges. Michelle Marie

I find beauty where it is~in the bridges.

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Take refuge under the Pink Tree~won’t you meet me?

Take refuge under the Pink Tree~won't you meet me?.

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Love grows here in Jeanne Marie’s Garden

Love grows here in Jeanne Marie's Garden.

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all of me~Jeanne Marie

all of me~Jeanne Marie.

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I think Fairies live here

I think Fairies live here.

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Not Beaten After All

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This yellow hibiscus
has been rained on
and it has been beaten
senseless by the wind.
It has been bent
almost to the ground
and it fought storms
to stand back up again.
It stands proud and
yes, it stands tall.
It was shaken
and it was bruised
But not beaten after all.

For Jodie Lynne

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I send these flowers by the way of God’s winds
No walls or bars could ever stop them from getting in…

Painting Your Life…

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Paint Me Gone

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I Won’t Give Up…

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