Linda Winchell - Poems
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Poetry Series Linda Winchell - poems - Publication Date: 2010 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Linda Winchell(still working on it!) I was born on the South side of Chicago in the forties. I am now married and living on a farm in a small town in Concord Michigan. Was many things growing up, but have always been passionate about writing poetry and childrens' books and the love of God. I love animals and nature and as you can see in my Poetry, they are some of my inspiration. No spell check on this site, maybe they need to put one on it? I love to bake and cook and clean. And power walking and walks in the woods keep me healthy. I do not smoke or drink, but love to dance! I love to joke around and sing too. I pray for all the world. And if this includes you, GREAT! 'Thank you God! ' May God bless you and all of your days be filled with sunshine and the Love of life. It is all we have! One Day at a time! God's Servant, Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 ' A Cardboard Box' Crawled under the house to retrieve something's that I had fogotten. While I took them out, I sorted and found that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten. As I sorted through the memories I once knew stuck together were photos of me and my brother. As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart past memories now a big part of all the others. Was more then mold in that cardboard box there were those memories of things from my past. But as I now see, they will always be, in my hearts memories and not those tangible things that just won't last. Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 ' A Day To Remember' Never does a mother forget, that miracle of birth, It stays within her memory, With the last and with her first. Nine long months of waiting, For that bundle of joy to arrive, Then wondering how to raise it, While setting some of her life aside. Yet with Gods' grace and wisdom, That was instilled in her from the start, She gives this little blessing of joy, All her loving trust and heart. Time passes quickly, All childish things let go. To become what you have taught them, And everything you know. A day to take upon themselves, A spouse to start anew, Starting the process over again, Now the rest my child is up to you! Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 ' A Love To Die For' I have a love I would die for and they say their love is real. Would they step in front of an arrow shot? for this love they proclaim for me to feel. I wouldn't want to test fates waters of this depth of love they've now shown. But if the chips were down would their love for me last and grow? Romeo had Juliet, lover's poison passed their lips I see couples that seem as close as this they seemed joined together at the hip. Life and love will be what it is to be it will grow or it might fall apart. It is all really, what one has stored deep inside, stored deep within their heart. Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 ' A Poet's Outlet' We poet's need, his or her outlet! Where we can write down the words that clutter up our minds. It is a curse to have such a talent placing ones feelings, of words sometimes in rhyme. Not just anyone, can master this feat I'm not saying that, I really have. But I have been pluged into this poet's outlet the same as you, and for that I'm really glad. I read some of your poems, then maybe you read some of mine? Whatever the case might be, everyone different and most of which are really fine. I haven't a knack, for non-rhyming poems It really isn't, this Poet's, poetic style. But for those that do, I kindly read them through and with wonderment puzzled, scratch my head and smile. I think this currents, ' two twenty? ' Because, I go about writing, real fast! But I always wonder, maybe you do too? Thinking, 'How long is this streak of poetry, going to last? ' Whatever length of time we're all given 'Bravo! ', I say to you! Now are we going to get a bill? Pluging into these outlets used? 'Oh my! ', I'll have to end it here! ' Because I think, I'VE JUST BLOWN, MY POET'S OUTLET FUSE! ' Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 ' A Smokers Pledge' I promise to quit smoking soon I'm down to a pack and a half. And when I do, I pledge to me and you I will never, I'm never ever going back! I know that it is an addiction and very expensive and it really stinks! But the feel I get from each smoke with coffee Is all I sometimes can feel or think. I want to be healthy one day not be out of breath while walking up a flight of stairs. And not always hear you complain to me but I know it's because you really care. This is my smokers pledge to you And I'm going to sign it when I'm through. But not until I've had this cigarette will I be sending a copy of this, 'Smoker's Pledge' off to you! Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 ' Abusive Kind Of Love' You tell me that you love me then you slap me to the ground. You said until death do we part your words now, are so profound. You've pulled my hair, slapped my face tare the best clothing off of me. While I stand in wonder of what you're doing in my heart I'm in love you see. I would not want you as my best friend wouldn't go out of my way to make that friend of you. Even in this toxic love you claimed we had In my heart I'm still in love with you. Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 ' An Old Beatle's Song' I heard an old Beatle's song played while at a dinner function last night. The speaker that played it for us was using it to illustrate her fight. She had overcome nose cancer and then some other tumors throughout. I could understand why she was there to speak it was easy for all to figure out. The song that played by the Beatles' was, 'Help I Need Somebody! ' It was popular back in my day. But the message that it brought to all this night was in the words that this song displayed. It talked about younger years and being so self secure. Never thought they needed anybody to help in anyway, for sure. It showed how vulnerable we really are how small in the larger scheme of things. And then when down in the pits of despair we realize just what life without God can bring. We reach out to God for His mercy 'Please Lord Help Me If You Can! ' Just like the words in that Beatle's song sung so long ago by a strange looking Beatle's band. Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 ' Can'T Eat Anything These Days' I can't eat anything at all these days I seem to be allergic to it all! I can't have any dairy products you know what that does to us all? So I tried to eat Vegetarian style like beans and sprouts and grass! Well you know what that did for my reputation? I got rid of a lot of friends, with all that noise and GAS! Then I tried that South Beach Diet thing Then, No carb, and low carb too! I got so bone thin from all of that I looked like some skinny, sick buffoon! I had to shop in the kids department to find some clothesfor me to wear. Now a woman of sixty, can you picture this? In an outfit imprinted with little pink teddy bears! My boobs were hanging down to my waist! And my hair started falling out! I must have looked a sight to others! Every time that I stepped out! A gust of wind came up and took me flying down the sidewalk one afternoon! I was grabbing on to anything available pulled down some old ladies pantaloons! So what can a person eat these days? to stay healthy, fit and trim? I'll just have to chew on all the boxe's I guess? that all that stuff I can't eat comes in? Linda Winchell www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 ' Daddy's Wooden Chair' There's an old wooden chair by the roses, Where my Daddy went and sat. He would go there every morning, And with God, would sit and chat. Daddy's gone now some years ago, But I still can see him there. In his old time tattered, Rose garden wooden chair. I now sit there and remember, Those times I had with him.