wind September 16, 2009
Posted by Dine Racoma in Life, Mother Earth, My Poetry, Soulful Thoughts.Tags: sad, wind
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by: Dine Racoma
all too suddenly
the wind changed course
quietly it’s gone
too insensitive
too harsh
insulting the senses
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WTF!!! July 10, 2009
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After a long long week of missed appointments, missed opportunities, chasing people, missed lunches and dinners…waiting…and waiting…I can only say WTF!!!
After a long long week of schedules gone awry…missed deadlines…bad decisions…sleepless nights…frustrations…insensitivities…I can only say WTF!!!
sad February 22, 2009
Posted by Dine Racoma in Life, My Poetry, Soulful Thoughts.Tags: misery, sad
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by: Dine Racoma
this is it
deep in a pit
raw emptiness
intense sadness
smack to the bone
truly i am alone
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cold December 17, 2008
Posted by Dine Racoma in Life, Soulful Thoughts.Tags: cold, Hope, wishful
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by Dine Racoma
as the temperature falls
and dips even further
It’s time to huddle
cuddle and snuggle
curl up
nestle and nuzzle
snooze
catnup
and doze further
to literary slumber
exquisite delights November 25, 2008
Posted by Dine Racoma in Childhood Innocence, My Poetry, Oh Sweetness!.Tags: DNA, granddaughters, granny, lola
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by Dine Racoma
I don’t mind if they call me “lola”
even if “lola” gives the perception of granny
old and gray
because I am their “lola”
truly and rightly, It is always fun
to be with these two wonderful kids
makes the world stop temporarily
no cares, no worries
just plain joy and innocence.
What Perfect Creation of God! November 21, 2008
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by Dine Racoma
A Perfect Creation of God–a poem for Monica on her 25th birthday.
all i could utter when you came into the world
was “i love you, my daughter, my darling baby
let me be the first to gaze at your beauty”
what perfect creation of God I was awed
i was so happy at that moment i could die
a daughter made me whole after a son
nothing more to ask for, really there was none
what perfect creation of God on high
if i could, i would–would you, if you could? November 20, 2008
Posted by Dine Racoma in Childhood Innocence, Young Love.Tags: dance, poems from the heart, sing
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by: Dine Racoma
if i could, i would
sing at the top of my voice
dance to my heart’s delight
shout what’s in my heart
delight in what i have
wish for what i do not
pirouette, spin, flip, float
mingle, tickle, giggle
