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I am 70 years old. I used to write poetry quite a bit in my 20s and 30s, but haven't for a very long time. I wrote my favorite poem in 1984 and gave it framed to my parents for Christmas--it was on tracing paper over a drawing I did of a hand. My parents have passed away; the poem hangs over my computer desk. It was published in American Poetry Anthology 1987, Volume VII, Number 1, edited by John Frost. The title is The Element; page 306; my last name at that time was McDonald. It's time to get back to reading--and maybe writing--poetry.

  August 2022     1 day ago

Submitted Poems 10 total

Tomorrow: A Day Too Late

No more to see the sunrise
or watch the raging sea.
Tomorrow isn’t promised,
to either you or me.

No more to hear the laughter
of children as they play.
Tomorrow isn’t for us,
we passed on today.

No more to work or leisure
or lying down...

– by Linda Yoest

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Santa to the Rescue

By Christmas eve of eighty-six
we were used to Dad’s yule-tide tricks.
With rockets and nets, so went the plan,
Dad figured to snag the kindly ol’ man.

We knew the garage must have some role
in keeping Santa from the North Pole.
And so it...

– by Linda Yoest

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LOVE LOST

A summer’s end ago
I lay smiling at the sun
in a field of green
waist-high wild grass,
as you held me
in your arms.

Then running, falling
as we grabbed
at butterflies and ladybugs,
not for capture but for fun,
then loosed each one
in...

– by Linda L Yoest

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If You Love Me

If you love me you will accept me the way I am.

  If I love you I will accept you the way you are.
Are you saying only you can define my love for you?

  But you don’t accept me the way I am, so I guess you don’t love me.

If you love me...

– by Linda Yoest

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life changing events happen any day

changing events happen any day

how fickle is life
always changing
unplanned events
happen
without warning any
sneaking into our...

– by Linda Yoest

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Thank you, Jessica. This a lived experience of mine and the cat (Bear). I spent many nights (with him sleeping at the foot of my waterbed) wondering what his story was. Eventually, I wrote his story for him. He was fine regardless, but it did make me feel better to have an idea of what might have been his story. 

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So much said in just a few lines. I love rhyming poems, and this one has a smooth rhythm. It is a lovely, well written poem.

18 days ago

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Steven, my heart grieved with you as I read this poem. To watch helplessly as a loved one dies day by day shreds the heart in ways beyond description, and yet you captured it in this poem.

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What does "Bronze Member" mean?

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Thank you, Randy. It was fun writing these for my Dad. I have more, but as I commented to Robin my favorite was too long for the contest; this was my second favorite.

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Thank you! It was so much fun writing these—I wrote about a dozen of them for my Dad over as many years.

4 months ago

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Thanks Robin. It is actually my second favorite of all the Santa poems I wrote for my Dad. My number 1 favorite is was too long for the guidelines.

4 months ago

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Such a lovely poem. I’m absolutely thrilled it got 1st Place!

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I like how the author balanced the sweetness of his own and his Mother’s love, with his sadness at not telling her more often and especially not being there when she died.

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That’s what I’m guessing. My mug was same, only had part of my poem.

Congratulations.

4 months ago

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Yay, Robin! So glad you are back on here!

5 months ago

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Ain’t it the truth… :-)

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Awe. I hope she is ok.

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Robin, how are you?

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Thank you, Steve. I am always saddened by the lack of personal insight of those who use the “If you love me, you…” manipulation tactic. There are so many more areas this poem could called out. I especially like the last line. 

6 months ago

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