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Tell me Angel why am I here

(painting interpretation)
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Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

As I sit here next you I ponder my fate,
I muse at your silence before it’s to late.

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

You stand there so silent it hard to relate,
So I sit here and talk while I ponder my fate.

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Other
Written by Lady Kathleen

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A Time to Remember


I am sitting at grandmas as I do recalled,
Watching a movie, “A Time to Remember” so it was called.
Grandma says, “Looks like a great picture show”.
I rabble on to her, about it fascinated me so

My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire
“If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire”
I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor,
Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more.

“Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse,
She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues,
Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest,
She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed.

When she suddenly stops and slowly turns the old album towards me,
She says ever secretive and low, “This is the one, that I want you to see”
The photo was of a small group of people, of which some faces I did know.
She whispers, “Do you know who this is? I shook my head no.

You’re Great Uncle Smith, a great Captain you see,
He was the real Captain of great ship that was lost out at sea.
I was shocked and amazed, and could not utter a word,
Is this real? Did I really hear what I heard?

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Ode to our Muse: Kevin


There are famous muses of old,
They are goddesses I am told.
Even though these ladies can be much to inspire,
There is one more that you desire.

He gives you this place,
For you to embrace.
To let your emotions show
With the gifts you bestow.

This man who has earned our regard,
On this place he has worked very hard.
So please join me in my call,
“Kevin is the muse for us all”

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Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – People
Written by Lady Kathleen

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In search of the Mystery

I search the area like a detective of sorts,
Not the kind of the all mighty courts.
A clue here a clue there of the emotions she rides,
The hardest to detect is those feeling she hides.

Don’t push to hard for the emotion to show,
For pushing to hard would make me a foe.
I sit and watch as the world goes up then goes down,
When all I want is smiles but I see another frown.

I catch another glimpse of a emotion or two,
I give you a hug which might help give you clue.
Searching for clues is not all that I do,
I teach what I can to the student that’s new.

Of course you will find many hats that I wear,
Being a judge is hardest for me I can swear.
I’m also a cop to protect you through time,
Also a maid to clean up that old grime.

Doctor and Lawyer I can be when you need,
Can also be a muse that planted that seed.
With all of my jobs in this world I do hold,
a Mystery now I would like to unfold.

Who in this world could this person be?
I am MOM can’t you see?

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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