tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075442403106141142024-03-12T22:33:34.798-04:00Deanna Repose OaksPoetry, as best as I can write it, along with some other tidbits, tips, photos, and stories from the world around me!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-36332231003306398932016-03-28T16:07:00.000-04:002016-03-28T16:07:18.854-04:00Query LetterTo use a voice that is not my own<br />
Is a craft I work to hone<br />
Can I actually accomplish this?<br />
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This voice, sarcastic, full of wit<br />
Is it mine, the voice you read?<br />
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Or is it a plant's seed?<br />
Planted to bloom and grow<br />
by me<br />
To become something only you know<br />
a weed?<br />
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Listen to the voice, go where it leads<br />
Follow it when you must<br />
Always trust<br />
A boomerang returns to where it's thrown<br />
The voice you hear, it's not my own<br />
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© 2016 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-40178137640584913492015-04-21T12:30:00.001-04:002015-06-03T13:48:16.377-04:00Silent PrayerI do not pray on Facebook,<br />
For it does the prayer no greater good.<br />
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I pray in my heart<br />
Where all prayers should</div>
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Begin and end, with my love so true. </div>
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And while my prayers are hidden, silent:</div>
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They still hold power.</div>
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My conversation is continuous,</div>
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Not just in need's hour.</div>
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Always know there is one for you</div>
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Whether you need it or not.</div>
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Just because you can't see it,</div>
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Doesn't mean I forgot.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-19509131443440629162015-03-14T12:13:00.000-04:002015-03-14T12:13:08.483-04:00Hanging On For Dear Life<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRRL0iLefAo/VQJWmg5HztI/AAAAAAAAOLo/QKyxayFdZ2s/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRRL0iLefAo/VQJWmg5HztI/AAAAAAAAOLo/QKyxayFdZ2s/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a><br />
The tree in my office window holds its dead leaves<br />
Like cherished treasure it doesn't want to put down<br />
Even though the leaves are stagnant, will not grow<br />
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The dichotomy of these leaves, so close to<br />
Trees blossoming to life<br />
Playing at a delicate balance, just to show<br />
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That life and death are always near<br />
Choose to hold onto the past, dead leaves<br />
Or blossom while letting go<br />
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© 2015 Deanna Repose Oaks<br />
All Rights Reserved<br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-48135915594932078052015-03-03T21:46:00.000-05:002015-08-12T11:41:12.524-04:00Red Truck<br />
The red truck crashed through my dreams (again)<br />
Haunting me still<br />
It isn’t what it seems<br />
I hate how I feel<br />
In my dreams the crash<br />
Is full of death and rot<br />
My life has since changed<br />
My view has not<br />
I was left in the dust<br />
And debris of what was<br />
Reminders of it hurts<br />
Mainly because<br />
Breaking glass and exploding bags<br />
Can’t be repaired<br />
Though in my dreams<br />
They have been dared<br />
Crashing through my life<br />
Again and again over time<br />
I want it to go away<br />
I want it here, I’m….<br />
The red truck changed my life<br />
Against my will<br />
Every once in a while it haunts my dreams<br />
Still<br />
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© 2015 Deanna Repose Oaks<br />
All Rights Reserved<br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-57710032151278240092014-11-05T12:46:00.001-05:002014-11-05T12:51:08.348-05:00Spoiler Alert!!<br />
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Let the story unfold.<br />
Do not skip forward to reveal.<br />
Knowing what is to come,<br />
Makes the heart numb before it feels.<br />
Let the story tell itself -<br />
From beginning to end.<br />
For there is meaning in the journey,<br />
What the author intends.<br />
Revel in the process<br />
Of living in the moment<br />
(Not in what comes next)<br />
Sometimes now is now<br />
And is purposed to perplex.<br />
Don't give in<br />
To what others know.<br />
It may take the story for a ride<br />
Where it wasn't supposed to go.<br />
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© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-50292822185778174762014-10-20T21:53:00.001-04:002014-10-20T23:45:26.366-04:00Sea of PinkOn Thursday night I waded into a sea of pink<br>
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Not caring what anyone else would think</div>
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Knowing that people in the drink</div>
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Do more than wear the color pink</div>
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They swim upstream even as all seems lost,</div>
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As hopes and dreams are dashed and tossed.</div>
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They fight this fight, and will until it is won.</div>
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They swim and swim until it is swum.</div>
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As friends, family and strangers falter, flail and sometimes drown</div>
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The pink tides raise them higher, floating over rocky ground.</div>
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As Friday morning came around,</div>
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This sea of pink was more profound,</div>
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Winding its way from solid stone,</div>
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20 long miles until it hits home.</div>
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The sea of pink surges with a tide,</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Held within every pink shade, in every pink stride.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Saturday morning dawned anew.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This sea of pink took on a deeper hue,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Crashing waves 20 miles further upon the beach.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">By nightfall children play within its reach.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The sea of pink closed this night,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Dancing its dance under pale pink light.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Sunday begins as tent city goes down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The sea of pink starts moving the crowd.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Tales are regaled of what we have done:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">20 more miles, the pain, the trouble and fun,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Of the fight we just fought and all it will do,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The sea of pink describes its every hue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Wading in swimming along with the crowd,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Walking 60 miles over unsure ground,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I feel what I have done; I am so proud.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-14351585533328784092014-10-20T21:32:00.002-04:002014-10-20T23:31:54.769-04:00Inspirations<br>
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Where do they come from?<br>
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Where do they go?</div>
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Hitting like a freight train,</div>
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Stinging like a bee,</div>
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Floating like a butterfly,</div>
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The beauty of the tree.</div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sunrise, sunset,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The moments in between.</span><br>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Paintings, movies,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sights not yet seen.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Silence, sirens,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The moments within a song.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Doing things right,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Still getting them wrong.</span></div>
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The feelings you have;</div>
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The feelings you won't.</div>
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The happiness you bring;</div>
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The quarrels you don't.</div>
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Soft rain proceeding</div>
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Thundering dark storms.</div>
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Rainbows and sunshine</div>
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When the weather turns warm.</div>
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Reality, insanity,</div>
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A very fine line defines.</div>
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Keeping to the rules,</div>
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Then coloring outside the lines.</div>
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Holding onto hope -</div>
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When all is lost.</div>
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Winning the game</div>
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With a hail Mary toss.</div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So fleeting, so haunting,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You never can know.....</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So take your seeds and plant them all,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Some will grow weeds but others will grow tall.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">While the tall ones grow strong with bright brilliant leaves,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Do not discount the power of weeds.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">They teach you that you can't always win.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">They toughen you up, to take one on the chin.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">They teach you not to plant where they grow,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">For they take advantage of all that you know.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-71775941284477099662014-03-15T10:13:00.001-04:002014-03-17T21:26:03.306-04:00Too BusyWorking, playing, eating, laughing<div>Too much to do in a day</div><div>Which part of your life do you give up</div><div>When "stuff" gets in the way?</div><div>Do you give up playing</div><div>In lieu of work?</div><div>Do you do it because</div><div>Your boss is a jerk?</div><div>Do you give up eating</div><div>To be sexy and thin?</div><div>Do you do it because</div><div>It is how you think you will win?</div><div>Do you give up laughter</div><div>In the face of pain?</div><div>Or do you put yourself first</div><div>And play in the rain?</div><div>Think about the choices you make</div><div>Don't be afraid of chances to take</div><div>Remember to put yourself first</div><div>Being too busy, is only a curse..</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-56055673304589871722014-02-17T11:44:00.001-05:002014-02-17T11:44:29.757-05:00On The FlyGrab that thought<br />
Write it down<br />
Don't think about<br />
Who will frown<br />
Just transcribe the feeling<br />
Without regret<br />
Before your heart<br />
Does forget<br />
Because while pain lingers<br />
Too long it seems<br />
Joy is traveling<br />
Through your dreams<br />
Capture it while you can<br />
Before it gets away<br />
For it will change all too soon<br />
Such as night turns to day<br />
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© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-57508211421457605382014-02-04T22:29:00.001-05:002014-02-04T22:29:46.388-05:00Ice StormIce covers the nearby lake<div>Then disappears while I'm awake</div><div>It cracks, breaks then sinks below</div><div>The water's surface; now aglow</div><div>Reflecting sunlight throughout the day</div><div>Keeping less important thoughts at bay</div><div>For soon the sun will sink again</div><div>Bringing back the ice then</div><div>Crystals forming one by one</div><div>Playing their game, having fun</div><div>Before they crack, break, and sink</div><div>Leaving us again in the drink....</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-23399615596834208362014-01-22T21:50:00.000-05:002014-01-22T21:50:16.907-05:00Outside Chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bright orange chair</div>
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In front of a deep black door</div>
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Sitting alone atop a staircase</div>
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Waiting for someone</div>
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Something</div>
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Anything at all</div>
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A strong wind</div>
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A tired dancer</div>
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A few flurries of snow</div>
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Maybe even some activity below</div>
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Keeping a vigil</div>
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Even without patience</div>
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Or consequence</div>
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Except rust</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-19257687135576619442013-09-16T11:52:00.000-04:002013-09-16T11:52:08.791-04:00Reference PointsUnderstanding comes from translation<br />
Translation comes from a reference point<br />
Without the beginning, or the end,<br />
or even a middle<br />
Information is lost, unusable<br />
If you can't relate, or pull it in<br />
It is because there was no where to begin<br />
To translate that life to yours<br />
Or that word into meaning<br />
There must be a common thread to pull upon<br />
Commonality which breeds understanding<br />
Otherwise a speck of dust floating in a vacuum<br />
Will hang forever in the void<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-46145674308226875882013-09-12T15:01:00.001-04:002013-09-12T17:59:50.366-04:00It Belongs To The DayWhere does the time go? Away.<br />
Why can't we keep it? It belongs to the day.<br />
Why can't we speed it up or slow it down?<br />
We are not its master. <br />
It belongs to the day.<br />
Forever fleeting, always retreating.<br />
Never ours to keep.<br />
Years go by, days grow short,<br />
Wrinkles get deep.<br />
We watch it fly by when having fun,<br />
Or fade away with the setting sun.<br />
We ache as clocks tick the hours by,<br />
When something dreadful is nearby.<br />
Going to lunch,<br />
Going to work,<br />
Going to spend the day...<br />
Even though it is never mine to pay.<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-81648193370276687562013-09-10T20:10:00.000-04:002013-09-10T20:10:06.243-04:00GamblingThe only reason to gamble<br />
Is a desire to win big<br />
So when we retrace our steps<br />
And try to relive<br />
A gamble made to regain<br />
What we once had in<br />
Feelings, emotions, good times<br />
Once we begin....<br />
We see our gamble losing<br />
Our forces compound<br />
Yet our past rekindled<br />
Cannot be found<br />
A gamble made, lost<br />
A lesson learned<br />
Never eat at a bad place twice<br />
You're bound to get burned<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-51216255948598076052013-09-08T11:46:00.000-04:002013-09-08T11:46:15.835-04:00An IdeaThe idea that poetry should be written by the educated elite<br />
To be read, criticized, <em>understood</em> ONLY by those elite<br />
Is haunting<br />
To demolish this idea is daunting<br />
Because the greatest weapon is an idea, from it's inception<br />
And this idea has become societal deception<br />
So poems written in an uneducated way<br />
Never see the light of day<br />
(Unless set to music and called a song<br />
Then a million people listen all day long)<br />
This idea, impossible to break<br />
Even though these words a poem does make<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-12148039495965181752013-09-06T09:56:00.000-04:002013-09-06T09:56:03.147-04:00THE TruthWriting, writing, writing<br />
All the time writing<br />
Writing, writing, writing<br />
Stop<br />
Read<br />
See a truth<br />
Writing, writing, writing<br />
Stop<br />
Read<br />
Is the truth still there, embedded,<br />
Or was it somehow beheaded?<br />
Can all readers find it, so hidden<br />
Or do they have to be bitten?<br />
No, I won't think of that<br />
Writing, writing, writing<br />
Stop<br />
Edit<br />
Repeat<br />
Selling, selling, selling<br />
All the time selling<br />
Selling, selling, selling<br />
Stop<br />
Write, because that is what you do<br />
Writing, writing, writing<br />
Doesn't anyone see any of the truth?<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
All Rights Reserved <br />
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-14425044634516989662013-09-03T22:35:00.001-04:002013-09-03T22:35:17.440-04:00Write It DownDon't apologize<br />
I took it how I take it<br />
Not how you give it<br />
Once you set it out in the world<br />
Let it be<br />
It is no longer yours<br />
You gave it to me<br />
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© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks <br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks">http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-80633548509999525672013-09-03T00:46:00.001-04:002013-09-03T00:46:33.781-04:00Missing TrafficLong drive<br />
Becomes longer still<br />
When the cars stop<br />
You prepare for it<br />
Pack the car full<br />
(such a drain on gas)<br />
Before you start<br />
Then you don't stop<br />
You just keep going<br />
There are no accidents<br />
No mad rush for home<br />
Nothing keeping you from the speed limit<br />
Driving, not stopping<br />
Like you were prepared for<br />
<br />
Reset everything now<br />
For the next trip<br />
Not planning for the traffic<br />
No extra sandwiches<br />
Leave the cooler at home<br />
Save the gas<br />
Do not pack for the stopped cars<br />
They don't stop<br />
<br />
Or do they?<br />
YES - Longer than ever before<br />
Holiday weekend, both trips<br />
<br />
which do I plan for next time?<br />
<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-37032853730731525662013-08-29T14:51:00.000-04:002013-08-30T02:39:34.769-04:00Having Said NothingIt is called the silent treatment<br />
When nothing is said<br />
But it is clearly known<br />
That anger is being fed<br />
Anger that walked in the door<br />
Unexplained, exploded<br />
No reason why <br />
The world imploded<br />
There is nothing to say<br />
So silence prevails<br />
Until the storm ends<br />
And the ship sails<br />
Yet the storm rages on<br />
Within the silent mess<br />
Because of the silence<br />
So much added stress<br />
Slamming doors<br />
Thrown things<br />
Childish anger<br />
Silence brings<br />
<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-17631785278546866682013-08-28T12:39:00.000-04:002013-08-28T12:39:34.589-04:00Watching, Waiting, Hoping, WantingWatching TV, some nonsensicle show<br />
About nothing of importance<br />
Nothing I didn't know<br />
Waiting for intelligence<br />
To somehow appear<br />
Within the context of stupidity<br />
Like that commercial for beer<br />
Hoping I don't find <br />
What it is I seek<br />
Because stupidity breeding brilliance<br />
Means our intelligence has peaked<br />
Wanting nothing more than sleep<br />
After my mind has turned to mush<br />
I didn't think about the caffiene<br />
Still keeping me up<br />
Waiting, watching, hoping, wanting<br />
Trying, but not that hard<br />
For something new to happen<br />
Someone new and smart<br />
<br />
<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-7488615065215469572013-08-26T21:32:00.001-04:002013-08-26T21:32:40.802-04:00Feeling OldI stopped keeping up with the Jones'<br />
Because they weren't interesting anymore<br />
Then I stopped paying attention to the Smiths<br />
Because they weren't hard core<br />
Now I am looking around <br />
Boy how the world has changed<br />
Not liking what I am looking at<br />
Everything seems so strange<br />
There aren't any family values<br />
No sense of dinner at 5<br />
Everyone trying to out do another <br />
To prove they are alive<br />
It makes no sense to me<br />
And now I feel my age<br />
I want to put my blinders on<br />
And wait for another way to gauge<br />
The years I have lived<br />
The knowledge I have gained<br />
The morals I share<br />
With the friends I have made<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-60509206501982090682013-08-24T01:01:00.000-04:002013-08-24T01:01:20.785-04:00Going About It All WrongI said, you heard<br />
You hear, I didn't say<br />
Or so I thought<br />
Until today<br />
Apparently, I got it wrong<br />
Trying to hold my tongue<br />
I am trying to remember<br />
But my thoughts jumble together<br />
You say things I said<br />
I don't know whether<br />
I did or not<br />
Was it only a random thought?<br />
Sometimes, I can't get them out<br />
But I think I do<br />
We can't communicate<br />
When neither of us has a clue<br />
I am mad at myself<br />
That you don't see<br />
That I try, but I just don't<br />
When I think I did<br />
I don't say, you don't hear<br />
That is painfully clear<br />
But what I think I say<br />
You don't hear<br />
I'm just going about it all wrong.<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-65482450551193469542013-08-16T09:25:00.001-04:002013-08-16T09:25:32.738-04:00Watching Water BoilWatching pots to keep them cold<br />
Never works when flames are bold<br />
Burning hot through solid ice<br />
Flames so high as to entice<br />
Gather you in; burn your skin<br />
Roiling boil never to cool<br />
To tame the heat, such as fool<br />
Watching pots to keep them cold<br />
Never works when flames are bold<br />
<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-30370208673217650792013-07-17T22:40:00.000-04:002013-07-17T22:40:20.618-04:00Scratch TestThe pendant, so beautiful, so bright<br />
Wasn't for me<br />
So I took it to someone<br />
Who I thought could see<br />
The beauty that I saw<br />
But couldn't wear<br />
I thought I was doing good<br />
Until I got there<br />
There wasn't a stamp<br />
To show it was gold<br />
Even though it appeared<br />
And I was told<br />
So a scratch test was employed<br />
The beauty was stolen<br />
The pendant destroyed<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607544240310614114.post-45320743253787651082013-07-13T14:48:00.002-04:002013-07-13T14:48:31.836-04:00Catching UpI should write something<br />
I really should<br />
But "somethings" boring<br />
Wish I could<br />
Too much happening<br />
Way too fast<br />
So much happening<br />
Need to catch<br />
My breath<br />
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