Poetry Information

Welcome to the Town of Feeling


Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the street

A Case of The Fears


Chicken Soup is good for a cold

I Hate The Wait (Weight)


I get up in the morning

Why I enjoy Writing?


During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?

Growing


Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to things you?ve known and done to things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimes the shattered dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new knowledge of yourself. Growing is fun sometimes meeting new friends learning new things making changes that feel good and moving on. Growing is necessary always. Without change there is stagnation death instead of life. To choose to live is to choose to grow. Copyright 2002

Kens Poem


How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the places I?ll never see, all the faces I?ll never know, all the joys I?ll never share, as I head for the unknown. I have lived life as best I could, met challenges head on, drawing strength from an unseen source. You cannot come with me on this journey you can only stand and watch, sometimes the more difficult task. I know what I must do and I will give myself a voice drawn from the inward depths of my being.   For Ken June 1, 2003 copyright Fran Watson

Find the Magic


FIND the MAGIC

Ocean Heal Me


Ocean Heal Me

Bleed


now is not the time to open open that great door again not the time to be more tolerant not the time to play to win

Joined


My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition


She probably can't remember and I know I can never forget...the first time I saw her like that I was only nine years-oldnot naive by any stretchhaving seen my share of tragedy-my parent's bitter battles in my first five years of lifethen the inevitable end of their marriagebut not before 700 days of devastation called divorcethat destroyed dreams and deeply damaged heartsI had no idea life could get worse...

You Lost Your Last Gamble and Me


I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's advice

Its What She Didnt Say


When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okay

My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)


She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.

Ive Learned


You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.

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Island poetry at the Carnegie  Martha's Vineyard Times













Why poetry matters  New Statesman

















Poetry Friday: More Sunrises  KNAU Arizona Public Radio






Poetry Jam  The Carolinian






Orhan Veli: A people's poet  Yeni Şafak English












Don't Miss: O'Shaughnessy Award for Poetry  Minneapolis Star Tribune


































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