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Category: Penman Lounge

  • This is my story, this is my life

    This is my story this is my life. One of these days, it’ll be okay. It’ll be divine as I cross the line. Into that other space, that other world. Into that content ness like when I was a little girl. No worries No sorrows No “what about tomorrows”. No downs, Only ups. Just a…

  • My Friend Bill

    I let him mourn too long, It was my mistake, I thought I would be generous, Understanding, forgiving, Be not letting him forget so easily. They all told him To move on and find another I felt I was the only one Who understood, That there would be no other Like her, for him. So…

  • Lord be with me

    [Chorus:] For me, you paid it all on Calvary; To me, you gave promises; With me Lord Jesus, be with me… When I lay down to sleep, be with me… When I wake, Oh Lord, be with me… As I live my life, be with me, Lord be with me. [Verse 1:] Who I am,…

  • During the Fall

    When we mull over the way things are There are distortions, faulty memories. Things that don’t add up, Some blame on the calculator. All those on the road to here, Didn’t make it, playing by rules They never wrote. Under the freeway Out in the great openness we all strive To explore in youth’s inquisitive…

  • To my Lord to my King

    To my Lord; To my King; As I went to sleep yester night a calm sleep to me you gave. With Dreams and Visions to me you spoke. Before the sun could shine on the surface of the earth me you woke so I may contemplate and admire the mightiness of works! Jehovah! Jehovah! Jehovah!…

  • To My Truth

    I stare at the empty page and the blinking cursor and question Is this the symbol of my life? Feelings bubble up inside of me like water boiling in a tea kettle yet like the steam that shoots out of the spout and evaporates to nothing I can form no words or thoughts This is…

  • Sleep

    In my twilight sleep I am aware of My cheek resting against the wash worn soft cotton of my pillow I faintly hear the nightingales sing their song their tone imploring…seeking… I awaken to the moonlight stealing through the blinds and sigh… and wonder “Is this to be another night of lost sleep and dreams?”…

  • I Am Who I Am

    I am who I am too old too fat disabled yet for today I am perfect true pain racks my body rage runs through my mind at things that are not right but I am who I am I feel love I am loved I am full of passion and I have HOPE and FAITH…

  • Coiled Spring

    I feel like a coiled spring wound tight about to spring free yet day by day tighter and tighter are my coils rubbing against each other creating friction and sparks… uncomfortable sparks with pain in my body and soul. How do I break free? How do I let loose? The pressure is building… The sparks…

  • The Man Behind The Iron Mask

    Last night I had a dream of a world where my daughter hated me. She despised me with such a grudge that it could not help but remind me of her mother. A bitter chill relished in her eyes, as her words stabbed like daggers through my heart. I was never a great farther. I…