Let the Boys Do That: Reprise
A reprise to the 2020 poem “Let the Boys Do That”; or: A poem for my Love
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Mom: A Poem
Look at your hands skilled to sew, cook, build, weed, clean strong to do what needs to be done, to fix the broken gentle enough for a baby to hold. Look at your eyes which wrinkle in sheer delight which burn with fury at injustice which glisten with proof of your gentle heart which widen…
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Stardust
The sky, gorged with the dust of infinite lights,for all history has hungas a canopy over every great and noble deed,a muse to the creators ofthe highest masterpieces. These glowing constellations of storied heroeshave guided men on adventuresand guided them back home. I lift my eyes to this stardust expanseand dream of the adventureI most…
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m very thankful for all of you who read this blog, especially you, Tetiana Aleksina and ashleydhansen :) As a token of my love for all of you, here’s a love-related poem I wrote a while back. I hope it gives you a chuckle!
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Thankfulness
I’m Thankful For… by Beth Wangler The breath in my lungs, The beat of my heart, The warmth of the sun When a new day starts, The cool breeze that blows, Sweet mint tea, The sunset that glows O’er a picnic by the sea, The look of wonder When a struggle is won, Peals of…
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Nephew
Today I interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of poetry and stories for a life update: My best friend’s baby was born!!! I can’t remember if I mentioned that I was co-planning her baby shower. It ended up being the most epic baby shower of the century (Probably. I’m not aware of any studies on the…
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Noemi’s Dragon: Chapter Seventeen
Sorry for the long wait! Thanks for being patient with me :) You can find previous chapters here. For a moment, Garrin was too astonished to move. That didn’t happen to him often. Actually, that had never happened to him. But crawling out of a black cave into a world aglow with color—that was…
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Noemi’s Dragon: Chapter Sixteen
Find previous chapters here. Two days. Her birthday was in two days. Little was left of this day. As Noemi trudged after Garrin, the low sun shone through the trees ahead of them. She had to squint to make out the space in front of her through the glare. Little was left of today. Tomorrow,…
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Perfect Love
Perfect Love by Beth Wangler So this is what they mean By perfect love that casts out fear: Your face I’ve never seen, But still I know that You are near. Your presence makes me bold To take the risks I’d never dare If I were young or old. Your favor frees me from all…
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Rescue: A Love Poem to Rain
On my drive to work, I get a brief glimpse of the ocean. Today it featured an armada of dark rain clouds sailing in. In a sudden thrill of excitement, I wrote a couple of love poems to rain, beloved rain, and here is one of them for your enjoyment. Rescue A drought year, a…
