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Memories and Photographs of You
Written by: Ann LeFlore; for Gooseberry Garden, poetry picnic week 7 Love and loss. Memories and Photographs of You Memories and photographs Remind me of the past The days so long ago The images fly...
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Today’s Feelings
Written by Ann LeFlore; for thePoetryPalaceThursday Poets Rally Week 53. When my brother was so sick and battling cancer I use to listen to his fears, his hurts, and how scared he was to die. He was so...
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The Bird of Love
Written by Ann LeFlore; forGooseberry Garden: Poetry picnic week 8: Friends, Relationships and Everyone around. The Tahitian Red Bird is a scared bird on the islands of Tahiti. The Tahitians call the...
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To My Son
Written by Ann LeFlore: for Blue Bell Books: poetry week slam 12. Please write a poem, a prose, or a short story inspired by the image provided, and be creative. To My Son One day out of the blue You...
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Mirror of Truth
Written by Ann LeFlore; for Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 9; Longing, Loss, Loosing and Failure. I wrote this poem not of myself but of all women who are abused and feel like they have failed in...
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The Eagles Last Flight
As the sunsets in the Southern skies The great white eagle starts to rise His giant wings take flight in the failing sunlight This night we stand and look with fright The eagle has been with us all...
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Hell NO WE Won’t Go
Images taken from: http://vietnam-war.commemoration.gov.au/vietnam-war/ The year is 1973 and I am 15 years old. This year I entered High School as the last leg of my studies to graduate. From that...
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Cycles of Life
At sixteen we were so in love It was like you were my right hand glove The world was so grand As we stood hand in hand At seventeen our love grows strong Oh boy did we go wrong From innocence to...
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Reflections
The peddles form the perfect flower Why is your heart so sour As you stand looking from the tower The heavens open and start to shower Reflections of the past Dance in front of your eyes at last As you...
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Mother’s Love
Oh my little one take my hand Come with me to explore this land Walk with me in the grains of sand Hand in hand life is so grand When you were so small Oh how you would call Mommy come I had a fall I...
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