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you matter to me

Renee — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 00:58:12 +0000

mostly, i think of you on rainy days when thunder claps outside my window and i remember how comforting your arms were as i snuggled against them. i can recall the times when you came to my rescue for any number of silly reasons. yet, you always refused to take no for an answer and you never judged me. you’d always been my soft place to fall whenever i was blue and just needed a sympathetic ear. your heart was open and giving and i ...

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Boundaries

Renee — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 13:03:02 +0000

I imagine your lips searching mine for answers that only my heart can answer. Your staccato-ed eyes try to assess any tell-tale signs of my body betraying my truth. But I will keep silent; my words will never utter how you make my heart leap with anticipation…each time I see you. You have unfinished business with another, so when those ties are severed….. You will learn in time that I love you. Boundaries is a post from: Writing For Fame

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My Favorite Poems

Renee — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:38:15 +0000

Photo credit cuny.edu Here are four poems that I’ve loved for years because each has taught me lessons that I needed to learn during a particular time of crisis or happiness in my life…… 1. Nikki Giovanni’s “I wrote a good Omelet” I wrote a good omelet…and ate a hot poem… after loving you Buttoned my car…and drove my coat home…in the rain… after loving you I goed on red…and stopped on green….floating somewhere in between… being here and being there… after loving you I rolled my bed…turned down my hair…slightly confused ...

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Promises Kept

Renee — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:34:50 +0000

When you promised me your heart, You didn’t promise your soul. When you promised your devotion, You didn’t promise that we’d be joined at the hip. When you promised to be faithful, You didn’t promise to become a slave to my insecurity. When you promised to love me, You didn’t promise to consume me. When you promised to trust me, You didn’t promise to be indifferent. When you promised to honor me, You didn’t promise pedestals from which I could easily fall. You promised a sweet, tender love that seemed so foreign ...

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Sitting here thinking of……..

Renee — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:07:09 +0000

Sometimes when I lie in the bed alone Imagining you beside me Like you used to be And still catching a whiff of paco rabonne cologne on Your pillow brings Smiles And somehow I still feel you Tugging at the quilt Tickling my feet and telling Me that the blueberry waffles that You made were going fast So it was now or never I still remember our solitary Time Away from the kids Thinking about blessings Never dreamt of Just a short time ago I see the brush on the dresser Once so lovingly used as You’d call me to ...

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A Prayer for the Lost and Forgotten

Renee — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:05:04 +0000

Bless those whose once soft, downy pillow has now morphed into the cold, bitter concrete. Shelter those whose homes are now a tattered mosaic of cardboard boxes and pieces of plastic sheeting. Watch over those who no longer live within the safe confines of a warm, loving home. Sustain those whose stomaches growl as they search desperately through the city’s refuse cans for anything that once resembled food. Dry the tears from the faces of those who stand on the precipice of losing all ...

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Love sent you here to me

Renee — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 13:23:46 +0000

…. to two empty arms longing to hold a sweet baby girl with beautiful brown eyes. Whose smile gave great clarity to the true meaning of my life …. and whose tiny fingers clinging to mine, held me up when I thought I would falter. You are no longer a child now, you have become a young woman before I could prepare myself for that Inevitability Shy, though confident in your own way….I watch you grow .…apart from me…but happy still…I hope. Over time, it is you ...

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A poem of stark indifference for the man I love

Renee — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 22:09:03 +0000

I first loved you as a girl who told herself that your luscious lips, though surely carved by God himself, would never dare touch mine. The ripples from your well chisled chest made no grand impression on me even as I pictured it pressed gently against mine in a loving embrace. I scoffed at the idea when you said that one of these days you’d ‘catch’ me, even though your muscular thighs could make Adonis question his masculinity. I never even noticed how ...

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A psalm for my soldier

Renee — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:42:39 +0000

We didn't talk about the almost month of Sundays when we would be separated by an ocean or two, instead we talked about what we'd do the moment our eyes caressed one another again. We marveled about how we'd sit down and discuss the 'must-haves' for the new house that would accommodate the things a sentimental fool like me couldn't bear to part with.

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