Nancy D Warnick
Jersey City, New Jersey, USA
Nancy D WarnickJersey City, New Jersey, USA |
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B.S. in business, College of Saint Elizabeth, Convent Station, N.J., 1986 Former employee of AT & T's Human Resources, currently unemployed. I am presently creating a compilation of poems, this book will be a memory of my mother. My first poem "Rainbow," a very personal inspiration, was a eulogy for my grandmother in 1987. Poetry is a very exclusive and specialized fashion of communicating. My poems are an inspiration from within. My only publication, to date, is with The National Library of Poetry. I enjoy reading, playing the piano and writing verse. Philosophical statement: "Life itself infuses the imagination and gives flight to poetry." |
Sorry?Did you by chance step on my toe?You are not my foe Unexpectedly close the door in my face? I was in the wrong place An incident, could not have been avoided I understand your regretfulness Sorry you say, you have my forgiveness. Alas, one speaks one's mind An obnoxious statement so unrefined Rudely passed through your lips, do not rejoice Of course you meant just what was voiced Upon questioning, you stutteringly said I'm sorry! Sorry? After all is said and done The despicable words were spoken By a mealy mouthed, worthless cad Who shows no remorse at all, that's bad Do not be a sanctimonious fraud Stand by your words or do not speak, at all No gentlemen of eloquence those words would say His rhetoric, would be polished any day I'm sorry is a false excuse. |
Watch The ButterflyYour metamorphosis sleep is endedBreak out of your cocoon, so slow Spread your bright-colored, delicate wings Fly into the gentle winds that blow This magical insect, reborn in beauty. Fluttering here, there and everywhere Feasting on nectar, the blossom gave Sucking into your delicate feeding tube The sweet substance you so crave This magical insect, reborn in beauty As transient as the clouds above Traveling far and wide, in flight Meandering to the mountain top Using your own fragile might This magical insect, reborn in beauty. Watch the butterfly and remember Your vulnerability and fragileness We are not insignificant insects Oh! Mortals of short-lived existence Ye, can be reborn in beauty too. |
All poems Copyright © 1997 Nancy D Warnick. All rights reserved.