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Easter Day

easterdressOn Easter day it is a time for all.
For some it is a time to go to church,
For some they see the Easter bunny call.

This is what I have found in my research,
Religious persons the good lord comes first,
The rest are off for Easter eggs they search.

I love to watch the kids hunt eggs dispersed,
With Easter baskets full of grass and sweets,
This is a time of fun and not rehearsed.

In times of old they did walk the main streets
In Easter bonnets new, for all to see,
Before church time and hunting eggs for treats.

Enjoy this Easter day so nice with glee,
For Easter day is for you and for me.

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Seasonal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Affair of Hearts vs True Love

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A love affair of hearts does feel so true.
An intimacy limited in time,
That episode between two lovers flew.

A passionate attachment feeling prime
Can seem so true, before the end is near,
Or hearts of two before the end of rhyme.

Romantic hearts can grow and persevere,
If both have feelings much the same and real.
And overcoming the time without fear.

The hearts so true and real must not conceal,
For one brief moment, something just not true,
Or hearts in love become only surreal.

The difference is: True love will extend,
Affairs of hearts are timed to someday end.

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Love
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Man UnKnown


This man unknown I write about today,
A teacher, not so easily impressed
And makes you strive to write in a new way.This man unknown does only want the best
So do not write your poems with half a mind
Or with bad rhymes as you will fail his test.

This man unknown has work he has assigned
And does expect your poems without delay
And to be your best work and so refined

This man unknown can make a student pray
That work submitted now will pass the grade
And future poems will not cause much dismay.

This man unknown, for him this poem was made
To make him smile with this small serenade.

 

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – People
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Sassy Me


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A word, a single word comes to my mind
When I describe ‘the me’ you want to know
This word is used by all my friends, I find.

With some it takes a bit of time to grow
And another will take more time to see
This word describes ‘the me’ from head to toe.

But in the end they all in time agree
That most the time to pick a single word
This one small word can be the sum of me.

The word is sassy. Is this what you heard?

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Themis – The Goddess

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I, Themis, goddess known of earth and law,
Dispensing justice most divine. Again,
Am here to tell my story with some awe.

My parents, Earth and Heaven they do reign,
Uranus ruled the Heavens but not Earth,
But Gaea ruled the Earth as her domain.

My mother shared the earth with me at birth,
But I excelled in justice in my time,
And this is what is known as my “life’s worth”

An inescapable goddess that to whom
The gods must even yield to and submit,
As my wise words were always, so sublime.

As Delphi Oracle too, Zeus admits,
I make a trusted new advisor now,
So at the side of Zeus is where I sit.

The mortals I gave laws and that allows
A peace to reign in my beloved mankind,
So evil would not rule or be aroused.

The fates and seasons now come into mind,
And I tell you now they are gods and more,
But are my children too and so refined.

The fates they deal mankind’s life and deaths door,
as well as, ones true lot in life will be,
But seasons there are three instead of four.

I have more children so let me now see,
Hesperides the nymphs did watch fruit grow.
Enough about them, lets talk more on me.

You say you built a statue to bestow
My role as goddess? Look the scales I hold
For weighing claims of parties now opposed.

My tale is done, as gifts I now behold.

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Written as if she was telling her own story in a way that a goddess would.

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – History
Written by Lady Kathleen

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My World Today

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The world outside my realm is strange to me.
For venturing out of my boundaries
Is not what I can do so easily.

I give you my sincere apologies,
For I have fears you might not understand
What shuts me in from all adversaries.

It did not happen fast, it was not planned,
This was a thing that developed over time,
And is not contagious by holding hands.

I am in prison but not for a crime
My jail cell is more like the mental kind
Where there are no real walls for me to climb.

Shut in my house is where I am confined.

II

I do have contact with the world outside
Though family, the web and the TV
But that is not my world where I reside.

I do admit, with care, I can go see
The world outside, but in my mental state
I rush to get back to my home safely.

So outside my house I can not relate
To things, because I am not part of it.
I am an outsider because of fate.

My world is not too bad I will admit
And I am thankful for what I have too,
Because I could have given up and quit.

But I have family to see me through.

III

As you can maybe see, my shut in life
Revolves around my family the most
And I am mother as well as a wife.

So over years, I have become engrossed
With my small world, and not the world out there,
Where I decide if we have rice with roast.

My family is totally aware
Of my small problem and deal with it well
They help me when I am in some despair.

And when I take a step outside my shell
They give words with lots of encouragement
Which in the end it helps me to excel.

But for now in my world I am content.

 

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Seize the Moments


In our short life of moments we have seen,
So many types like pleasure, joy and peace.
These moments keep our lives from being mean.

If we do not seize the moments and cease
the thinking hard of future times and days
to relish moments past to gain release,

Then we will have no memories to gaze
of joys to get us though the rough and bad
amazing times that we will come to raise.

No hope to get us though will make us sad.

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Other
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Ode to the Titanic

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One fateful night a grand old ship was gone,
So many lost their lives, not all were saved.
The ship did sink before the morning dawn.

The sea made over fifteen hundred graves
On that so sad and fateful April night
As that sharp iceberg the ship”’’s side did graze.

The crew and captain tried with all their might
To save as many people as they could.
In only twenty lifeboats for their plight

The captain ordered his crew, as he should,
The women and the children first he cried
And making all men stay back where they stood.

There were not near enough boats to provide
All people room, so many had to die.

II

“I want every man to act like a man
For manhood”’’s sake”, the captain did command
With gun in hand and trouble now began.

He finally called out his last demand,
The captain did shout “Each man save himself.”
At that last moment death was close at hand.

A panic grew; all were to save themselves.
The ship was sinking rapidly below
And soon would be a memory itself.

The captain had one last gift to bestow
A child he saved from waters deep cold grave
Then he swam back to his ship like a pro

The captain was a man so great and brave
For his last act on earth was the child saved.

III

The ship “Titanic” was suppose to be
Unsinkable, but to the bottom it sank,
And leaving watery grave of debris.

They say the ship was elegant and swank
A grand place with much grace and style, but
The decks were all divided by class rank

Top decks you might find them walk with a strut
While down below they might have been low class
They still had parties like the upper cut.

But all the grand and finery of brass
Could not have saved their lives back then that night
When this great ship went down and sunk at last.

So as the band played on with death in sight
In some small way they gave the final death rites.


Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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