tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547703448552515822011-08-02T10:30:38.579-07:00evienoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954770344855251582.post-24103414772978035472010-01-25T08:26:00.000-08:002010-01-25T08:51:16.116-08:00Inspiration will be mine.<div>Motivation I shall find.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dedication it will take.</div><div>Every morning, I will make</div><div>good decisions from the start.</div><div>I will choose to do my part,</div><div>make each move a step toward right.</div><div>I will fight the honest fight.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will find and use the tools,</div><div>write the newest set of rules,</div><div>Move myself with what works best.</div><div>I will rise above the rest.</div><div>Disregard the things that slow,</div><div>Fight against the lowest low,</div><div>I will choose, each day, to grow.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954770344855251582-2410341477297803547?l=notreallyapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>evienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954770344855251582.post-19602936643407039172010-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:002010-02-09T11:58:42.969-08:00They know her, but they won't know her I fear.<div>They won't know this beautiful woman,</div><div>sweet beyond the most succulent honeysuckle,</div><div>kinder than the most forgiving saint,</div><div>soft beyond any cloud imaginable,</div><div>more fun than the wildest amusement park.</div><div>Always there with a warming hug,</div><div>a tasty dessert she calls "breakfast",</div><div>a smile you need only look into her eyes to see,</div><div>loving words that never judge,</div><div>a heart of only the purest gold.</div><div>A better woman than I could ever be.</div><div>They know her now</div><div>but I fear they won't know her,</div><div>won't remember,</div><div>won't be able to appreciate</div><div>all that makes her the most perfect person I've ever met.</div><div>I want a few more years for them.</div><div>Their souls would be elevated </div><div>by memories of her.</div><div>Of all the things I can give them,</div><div>this one I cannot.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954770344855251582-1960293664340703917?l=notreallyapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>evienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954770344855251582.post-32388803118845791372010-01-05T09:21:00.000-08:002010-01-05T09:26:10.830-08:00Red and yellow, pink and blue<div>rounded shapes that coast down a path</div><div>all different, yet the same</div><div>the fluid motion only seen elsewhere in dreams</div><div>a beautiful attempt, yet not successful</div><div>but close.</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954770344855251582-3238880311884579137?l=notreallyapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>evienoreply@blogger.com0