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Matthew’s Corner | 98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems
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98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! Creativity by Matthew, one of Okie’s great grandchildren. Okie would be so pleased to share this blog space with family members’ writing and nature photography. 8220;Creating” continues…………. Matthew’s wonderful photos of a beautiful butterfly,. Taken on a hike along the rocky river cascades. Hope, by Okie.
“Whispers from the families of a long ago year,” The Old Mountain Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire | 98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems
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98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! 8220;Sister, sister, let us be….friends forever ’til the sea……” Kay and Okie. Happy Thanksgiving…. “if you walk softly, perhaps you will hear….” →. 8220;Whispers from the families of a long ago year,” The Old Mountain Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire. October 1, 2016. October 1, 2016. Okie mentions the cellar...
Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life!” | 98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems
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98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! I’ve been reflecting about the many very positive impacts Okie has had on my own life…and about how much I’m going to miss her. Ohhh…can’t you just hear Okie saying that? 8230; “Please do . ” or “Wouldn’t you like to? 8230;whatever suits your fancy! July 4, 2015. Each of...
Kay and Okie | 98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems
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98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! Sisters…Okie and Kay. Photo above taken on Kay’s 95 th birthday: 11/18/2013. Sisters…a lifetime together. Okie Howe: 10/1/1916 – 9/07/2015. Kay Boyle: 11/18/1918 – 11/20/2015. 2011 photo of 3 of the Carleton sisters: Okie, Esther and Kay. 8220;They say we are old, could it possibly be? An apt quote from Okie:.
That’s Okie’s pond up above | 98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems
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98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! That’s Okie’s pond up above. A view of the garden, field and pond, from the house. That’s Okie’s pond up above. May 20, 2015 at 7:42 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Rain: Loving the Wet Freshness | Live Life in Crescendo
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Live Life in Crescendo. Inspiring readers to live life with gusto. Rain: Loving the Wet Freshness. Asymp; 1 Comment. Today’s summer day began with my resident toad’s croaking blending with the splattering of heavy rain on my roof. On the West Coast where I live, everyone is partially amphibious. It’s been exceptional warm this year, week long heat waves in June with below average precipitation. Dried out, especially between my webbed toes, how I’ve missed the rain. Prevailing winds just for the. The exub...
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Live Life in Crescendo. Inspiring readers to live life with gusto. Craig S. Wilson. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A Collection ...
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A Dirt Farmer's Daughter. Kay: 94 years old and still feisty. 8220;The Way It Was”…. getting lost while cross country skiing in New Hamshire. November 18, 2012. The two sisters, Kay and Okie, cross country skiing in the 1980’s…Kay on left, Okie on right. That was on a sunnier and happier day than the event described below. Okie is on the far right wearing the red helmet. And Kay is just to her left, wearing a blue helmet. As you can see…both Kay and Okie were very strong, resilient women! God, what was w...
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Live Life in Crescendo. Inspiring readers to live life with gusto. Asymp; 1 Comment. This week, women in the United States are celebrating the climax of a 76 year battle. Ninety-six years ago, a dramatic change to the 9th Amendment in the US Constitution formally gave women the right to vote. Women today bask in the advantages and opportunities that suffrage brought to their lives. Yet many are mostly unaware of the suffering the suffragettes endured to achieve that first initial change- the right to vote.
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About Kay | A Dirt Farmer's Daughter
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A Dirt Farmer's Daughter. Kay: 94 years old and still feisty. Kay is Okie’s younger sister… Kay is 94 years old, still feisty. Okie’s blog is Poems by Okie, 96 Years Old and Still Writing. This blog, created by Kathy (Pocket Perspectives),. Is being added as a birthday present for Kay, on November 17, 2012, Kay’s 94th birthday. Kay liked the idea that her sister Okie has her own blog, so Kathy decided to create one for Kay too….Happy Birthday, Mom! Julie is Kathy’s daughter, Pocket Perspectives. Blog at ...
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Live Life in Crescendo. Inspiring readers to live life with gusto. Cat Tales: Celebrating Cat Day. Living Life in Crescendo. Asymp; Leave a comment. A slightly off-beat true tale of one amazing cat, honouring everyone’s feline friend). Inside the house, Wendy turned to her husband and said, I can’t figure it out. This cat keeps coming back. It’s obviously afraid of being here. And, it’s been such a bitterly cold January. Why is it even outside? Wendy cautiously opened the door. As Wendy closed the door, ...
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Poems By Nath
Words to feed the soul. Saturday, 3 December 2016. Loneliness. it got to him. Even though he said it did not matter, how much ever he tried to convince his mind otherwise, he knew it did. His parents worried, his friends worried. His sisters worried. And he did not show to the world, his worries. He put up a brave face. Tormented by the prospect of will it screw me up or will it not. Every single step in life mattered. And he did Not have a significant other. But he had no one to prove it with. He bend o...
Po[em]s by Nathonius
January 30, 2011. Every Winter you come back. On my arm like a sore. You I want to attack. I've tried lots of kinds of oil,. Salt water, even butter;. All the irons plus the putter. Still you're there like a boil. You make be kind of crazy like a rhyme-scheme reversal. You make me look bruised,. Like as if I've been abused,. But you insist it isn't personal. I guess it's time to accept you. Just as part of my body. Since you came to the party,. I suppose I'll have to admit you. January 10, 2011. Also, re...
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In America Everythings for Money: Erdal O. December 6, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. After that they fuck. Read Full Article →. Feeling Infinite in the Desert: Andrew Q. December 1, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. It's lucky I get to go here! So flat and dry. Read Full Article →. Pushing Himself Between the Bodies: Danaya E. November 29, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. Pushing himself between the bodies. Read Full Article →. Life Isn’t Always Rainbows: Unknown rider. November 25, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. Middot; Ad...
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I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago. If I could turn back the clock. Frozen in time, but never undone. Spoken in haste, and forever hanging. In that space between the dimension. Of forgiveness and pain. Through the tunnels of time. There is love that is overwhelming. But still not enough. It is not emptiness that remain. But bittersweet pain, the deep loss that knows. What will never be replaced. HAIBUN IN A BLINK. Photo courtesy of Gabriella. Did I mi...
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Purchase Out of Curiosity. Friday, September 16, 2011. Shameless. "me and my big mouth". I am not flippant but sometimes i fail to practice tact in speech. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. These things called "friendships". It is ALWAYS an interesting exercise - thinking and evaluating. Today my thoughts stemmed from not-so-recent "friendship indulgences" . Great experiences that taught several lessons; my facebook status a summation of my thoughts: ". Some people become friends with people because they are pre...
98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems | A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life
98 Years Old and Still Writing: Okie's Poems. A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life. A Celebration of Okie’s Life. That’s Okie’s pond up above. Inspired by Okie…”Live Your Own Life! Happy Thanksgiving…. “if you walk softly, perhaps you will hear….”. November 24, 2016. Happy Thanksgiving to all…. 8220;Whispers from the families of a long ago year,” The Old Mountain Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire. October 1, 2016. October 1, 2016. Would have been Okie’s 100th Birthday. Okie mentions the ...
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Pearls of Wisdom
Thursday, June 28, 2012. Lord you're the source of my wisdom,. Lord you're the source of my joy. Lord you're the source of my every need,. That no one on earth can destroy. You satisfy my life completely,. My spirit rests in your care. You fill my emptiness so sweetly,. There's nothing that I need to fear. Thursday, May 31, 2012. Mother's day and Father's day came along life's way,. With boys and girls hurrying, to get some gifts for pay. For Mother's and Father's who are very good and kind,. And happine...
POEMS BY PENCHO
Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...
Poems By Pete
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Poems By Pets - Home
Can you write a poem for this dog? She is coming out of the ocean in Hawaii.). She enjoys playing with the frisbee, but think about why she enjoys it. Is she bringing the frisbee to you? Does she like to get wet? How does she smell when she is wet? What would she want to tell you. Check out my poem, here. What would your pet have to say about this snow person? Would it want to make friends? Would it want to lick it, or do something else? Is it possible for a snowman and a dog to become best friends?
