Strangers and Heroes
They don’t even know me, and yet
They would die for me.
I didn’t ask of them a solitary thing, and yet
They would give me everything.
My life goes on in comfort and safety.
They’ve left behind all comfort,
Sacrificing their own safety for me, a stranger,
They’ve left behind family and friends,
Travelled to a land where,
Friend and enemy are often the same.
They bravely face the unknown,
Every one of them a hero!
Where would I be without them?
Would I be forced to live in fe…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on November 12, 2009 at 11:55am —
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Solitude envelops the little cottage,
Far away from the milieu of the city,
Night has claimed the evening sky.
Birch trees sway in the brisk autumn breeze,
White bark on their naked silhouettes
Like naughty wood nymphs dancing nude,
In the dark forest where bright stars,
In the black velvet sky above
Illuminate the dance floor.
Dry leaves rustle in the night,
Applauding the graceful frolic
Of the shimmering birch trees;
A sudden gust, and poplar trees join in the dance,
Moving back and forth, ke…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on October 20, 2009 at 8:49pm —
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Smouldering heat, a summer’s day,
Moisture pools upon my fiery skin,
Glistening like beaded gems.
The sun gazes upon the scorched earth,
Parching the soil with her heated stare.
Trees bend to offer shade, a haven,
But the sweltering air clings like a shadow.
I close my eyes, and dream…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on August 21, 2009 at 1:00pm —
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Oh how many tragic tears, Must mermaids weep each day?
To leave behind the trail of gems,
Washed up on the shore in the bay.
Beautifully sculpted sea glass,
Is mermaid’s tears they say,
But it may be magical, mystical dust,
Sprinkled by mermaids at play.
Maybe the sparkling piec…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on August 18, 2009 at 11:16am —
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There is a sometimes-overlooked jewel,
In St. Andrew’s by the sea,
Sir William Van Horne’s island estate,
A remarkable place to see.
Minister’s Island’s enchanting,
With its history, charm and flair,
One can truly appreciate
A gem such as this is rare.
Out of the ocean a causeway ap…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on August 18, 2009 at 11:12am —
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The silence is deafening! Where has the laughter gone?
Little voices that beckoned her
To their every bidding.
Only emptiness now – a void
That echoes her solitude.
Time marches on like a disciplined army.
A working mother, she never had time
To savour those precious gifts
That were th…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on August 18, 2009 at 11:08am —
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Blissful whispers, the ebbing tide, A sated lover’s sigh.
Scintillating breeze against my cheek,
Teasing me with warm salty breath,
I whisper secrets; she listens,
My precious trusted friend,
She understands my troubles and fears,
Offers me hopes and dreams.
Gazing at her magnificence,…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on August 18, 2009 at 11:00am —
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Early one morning on the beach in Cancun, I watched these funny little birds claiming their chairs in their own way! It was entertainment at its finest!
You have to get up early,
In order to get a chair,
Those who sleep a little late,
Won’t find one anywhere.
For ho…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on May 28, 2009 at 10:30am —
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If you saw me lying in the street, Would you walk on by?
If I was hungry with nothing to eat,
Would you feed me?
If I had only rags to wear,
Would you clothe me?
If I believed that no one cared,
Would you reassure me?
If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you?
If my way of life you coul…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on May 20, 2009 at 11:18am —
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Until content with the content,
The author edits her prose.
Perfect until it’s perfect,
Every author knows.
To read, as it should be read,
She carefully places her words.
If her digest, readers digest,
In effect, she will be heard.
To conduct her reader’s conduct,
Every author dares,
Mindful that a mind full
Is something to be shared.
An appropriate way to appropriate,
Intellectual property,
May be to present a present
Of a truly provoking read.
- Annabel Sheila
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Added by Nancy Crossman on May 19, 2009 at 11:19am —
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As I sat on the beach in Punta Cana early one morning, staring at the ghostly remains of a shipwreck, the Astron, this poem came to life.
The storm came out of nowhere,
Winds beyond belief,
Way off course, in monstrous waves,
Too late they saw the reef.
Above the howling, screaming…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on May 7, 2009 at 3:21pm —
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Beside the frozen lake she stands,
A queen in a sparkling gown.
Icy crystals cling to her,
And she wears them like a crown.
Her frosted tendrils are wind chimes,
As she bends to caress the snow,
In the wintry breeze, she gently sways,
Dancing to and fro.
Majestic willow’s winte…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on May 6, 2009 at 10:36am —
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The silence broken only by,
Occasional wistful sighs,
She listens to the silent walls,
And watches time go by.
Where once the sound of family,
Their voices filled each room,
Now only echoes in her mind,
Her home’s become her tomb.
She relives all the happy times,
Her memories keep her alive,
Without those treasures she tucked away,
She knows she’d never survive.
Blessed with a wonderful husband,
And a son she raised with love,
She never took for granted,
Her gifts from God above.
How fast th…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on April 23, 2009 at 1:21pm —
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The St. John’s Regatta is alive and well,
Now it’s more than a century old.
My grandfather’s part of its history,
But his story is seldom told.
A poor Irish fisherman was Denis Croke,
Proud and strong was he.
More at home in a dory than on the land,
Spent most of his life at sea.
Denis was from Outer Cove,
And the man could handle an oar.
He joined his friends to form a team,
The Regatta they were aiming for.
In 1904, on Quidi Vidi Lake,
The Outer Cove team set the pace.
They rowed their boat…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on April 23, 2009 at 1:17pm —
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Thoughts Of A Dreamer
Some may call me a dreamer,
But that isn’t a negative thing.
I dream about what may be,
What will tomorrow bring?
I believe there’s a silver lining,
In every cloud I see.
That positive energy emanated,
Comes right back to me.
There’s good in every human being,
And I try to seek it out.
Treating others, as I’d like to be,
Cause that’s what life’s about.
I live my life by the moment,
Try not to live in the past.
My sojourn here may be brief,
Who knows how long it will las…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on April 2, 2009 at 10:35am —
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Take a trip to the Fundy Coast,
If you’ve never been before,
You’ll come upon the strangest sight,
Boats sitting on the ocean floor.
These boats aren’t full of water,
For they haven’t sunk you see,
They’re high and dry upon the mud,
Where the ocean used to be.
In a little town called Alma,
Where Fundy Park is found,
People must use great lengths of rope
To tie their boats up sound.
For when the Fundy tide goes out,
There’s no water for the boats.
They sit on the bottom beside the pier,
Til th…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on March 23, 2009 at 2:05pm —
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We live in a cashless society,
Quite a while it’s been around,
Sooner or later it had to give,
And the axe has finally come down.
There are very few among us,
Not living beyond our means,
Our burden of debt is breaking our backs,
Destroying our hopes and dreams.
We can’t afford to save a cent,
Our credit card debt is obscene,
We can’t see beyond our next paycheck,
Our economy’s the worst it’s been.
Debit card, credit card, don’t pay now,
No interest for a year.
But jobs disappear without warn…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on March 17, 2009 at 11:12am —
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The salty spray in the quickening breeze,
We’re following a great Right Whale.
Not very much do we see of him,
As he dives, just the tip of his tail.
The schooner pushes through the waves,
On the Skipper’s advice we hold tight.
We’re not likely to see that whale again,
But you never know, we just might.
Whale watching on the Fundy Coast,
Much more than just something to do,
Get close enough to the rare Right Whale
And you may see it watching you.
There aren’t very many Right Whales left,
To s…
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Added by Nancy Crossman on March 17, 2009 at 11:10am —
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