<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:33.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori's Poetry 2011</title><subtitle type='html'>Selection of poems</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-6259775237680692379</id><published>2009-05-11T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:18:42.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Only Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   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and the sounds, the people and things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Look up - we see stars or the sun or the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Look down -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it's the grass or a butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then there's the trees, the flowers and more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How can people say that life is a bore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We must cherish each moment, each hour each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There's just so much to do and so much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't take it for granted, rise up to new heights,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And share your true spirit, each day and each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don’t hold it back, don't hold it inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Share your love with the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let your heart be your guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lori Krein/March 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-6259775237680692379?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6259775237680692379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-only-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6259775237680692379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6259775237680692379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-only-today.html' title='There is Only Today'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-7584040671864372101</id><published>2009-03-16T16:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:15:22.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>I’m buzzing I’m tingling my body is alive my brain won’t stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;How will I survive this burst of energy, ideas and much more&lt;br /&gt;I have so much I want to explore&lt;br /&gt;I am driven all day til I drop to the floor I can’t keep up this pace I can’t do anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want it all done right now today&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anything to get in my way&lt;br /&gt;Not the kids or my house or the car or the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go want to run full speed ahead&lt;br /&gt;If I keep up this pace I’ll soon be dead&lt;br /&gt;So I try to slow down get a grip and take a rest&lt;br /&gt;Then I jump up, my brain is such a pest. &lt;br /&gt;“Shut up” I say calm down go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then I rest for awhile have a dream, count some sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Then morning comes I am up with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;My energy sparking how can I go on&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid if I stop I’ll crash into the wall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll curl up and die I’ll take a big fall.&lt;br /&gt;For me there is no mid ground its either up or down&lt;br /&gt;Help me to live with this cuz I no longer want to frown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-7584040671864372101?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7584040671864372101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/7584040671864372101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/7584040671864372101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-7471590839669992970</id><published>2009-03-16T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:14:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>I was flying so high I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;My body and mind were on fire like an over inflated tire&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I would burst or explode if I didn’t unload&lt;br /&gt;My gifts to others to see what they thought but it was all for naught&lt;br /&gt;Because after the high after the rush&lt;br /&gt;The crash always comes in a great big gush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m falling from the sky falling really fast&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to cling to I’m back on earth I knew it wouldn’t last&lt;br /&gt;So now on to tears being tired and sad all these ups and downs just make me so mad&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away be somebody not me&lt;br /&gt;Just leave myself alone sitting under a tree&lt;br /&gt;The pain is inside its deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hides there in a deep deep hole&lt;br /&gt;But it always comes back it won’t leave me be&lt;br /&gt;How can I cope should I hide under a tree?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bury myself in the bed for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Or just pretend I’m ok put on a fake smile&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be normal whatever that is&lt;br /&gt;Or will I always be coping with this up and down biz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb question of course there’s no choice&lt;br /&gt;“Cherish these gifts” say somebody’s voice&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the gifts you give to the world&lt;br /&gt;Poetry art and all that’s unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it matter if I barely make it through&lt;br /&gt;If I’m always at odds how can this be true&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense to me at this moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even writing this rhyme?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-7471590839669992970?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7471590839669992970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/7471590839669992970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/7471590839669992970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-4922302585449387731</id><published>2009-03-16T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:13:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Life is over, I move on to a better place,&lt;br /&gt;My body will no longer take up earth space.&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is now free to go where it may,&lt;br /&gt;I have so long been waiting for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my life was good, I had lots of fun,&lt;br /&gt;But earth is so restrictive, so to my head I put a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can begin my journey, where it will lead I know not,&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to explore, I bet I’ll learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll finally know what God really is,&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you die, I’ll know the answer to this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;First I’ll take a trip to eternity and back,&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I’ll go visit the spirit of my uncle Jack.&lt;br /&gt;I am weightless and so free, just how I always wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why the world exists, I will now finally see.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll know all the answers, I’ll be open to is all,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll no longer have to worry about if I’ll ever fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have to worry about how to do my hair,&lt;br /&gt;Or where to live or work, I just won’t care.&lt;br /&gt;No more sunsets at the beach, no more sand in my toes,&lt;br /&gt;No more sex in the morning, that’s just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness no more pain, no more tears in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Just peace and love and joy, like a walk in the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-4922302585449387731?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4922302585449387731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4922302585449387731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4922302585449387731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-4699343704213413875</id><published>2009-03-16T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:13:19.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Our feelings live within our soul,&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t let them out, they will dig a big hole.&lt;br /&gt;For feelings are meant to be shared with others,&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, our kids, our sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love feels so good, to give and to get,&lt;br /&gt;Love is just endless, on that you can bet.&lt;br /&gt;And peace is so calm, like a smooth lake at dusk,&lt;br /&gt;And quiet like the mountains, it smells like musk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and joy makes us smile ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like playing with a puppy, or petting a dear.&lt;br /&gt;But along with these good feelings, sometimes we find,&lt;br /&gt;That we feel sadness or pain, but I really don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know that after the sadness goes away,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll feel good again, it will be a new day.&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings of grief or anger or rage,&lt;br /&gt;Are gone, then I can start a new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embrace all your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;The good ones and bad,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push them away,&lt;br /&gt;You‘ll end up being glad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-4699343704213413875?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4699343704213413875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4699343704213413875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4699343704213413875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-3057855844556712269</id><published>2009-03-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:11:42.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>The world’s full of beauty, all the color and light,&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do, we should savor each bite.&lt;br /&gt;All the sights and the sounds, the people and things,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up - we see stars or the sun or the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Look down -  it's the grass or a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the trees, the flowers and more,&lt;br /&gt;How can people say that life is a bore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must cherish each moment, each hour each day,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's so much to do and so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it for granted, rise up to new heights,,&lt;br /&gt;And share your true spirit, each day and each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it back, don't hold it inside,&lt;br /&gt;Share your love with the world,&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be your guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-3057855844556712269?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3057855844556712269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/3057855844556712269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/3057855844556712269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-1930660900248077337</id><published>2009-03-16T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:10:41.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;We are alone in the world,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;But how easy it would be,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To embrace each other,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Makes sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;It's easy sometimes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To think and sit back,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Not in the crowd,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;But away from the pack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Do we dare get close,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To our fears and our dreams?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;It can be quite scary,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Or so it would seem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Just don't be afraid,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To let your spirit fly,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Share your gifts with the world,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;It's easy of you try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-1930660900248077337?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1930660900248077337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/1930660900248077337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/1930660900248077337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-alone.html' title='We Are Alone'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-5153028275599538675</id><published>2009-03-16T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:08:40.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Why am I here, why on this day,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What does the universe want me to say?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What is my gift, my purpose for being?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Is it to write, or to speak, or go skiing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Was I put here to ponder the wonders of life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Or to build tall buildings, or be a surgeon or a wife?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What is my passion, what makes me shine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What is that thing I will call all mine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;We’re all so special, all one of a kind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I know that my spirit just has to find,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;That thing that is special, what I was put here to do,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;When I learn how to fly, I’ll help others fly too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-5153028275599538675?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5153028275599538675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/5153028275599538675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/5153028275599538675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-277865990035037662</id><published>2004-10-12T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>LIFE AND DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will my life take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I stay on this track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction in my life I really do lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two kids, a husband two cats and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house, two cars and a shady tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really any meaning in this life of ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just here, then we’re gone with no powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we all go when we die after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just never know til we happen to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does our life matter, I mean what’s the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re here then we’re gone, it’s all a moot point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death just causes so much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral God was crying so he made it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one gets too close then you just die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s better you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The less friends I have the less that will mourn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just hide inside my brain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t cause others any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won’t feel pain or sadness or loss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They will just go on with their lives, with a toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I feel should just stay locked up inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how mom lived, then she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With self expression comes so much risk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might not like me, tisk tisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s safer to just go along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to open up and sing your own song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go with the flow, don’t make a wave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of life is only for the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-277865990035037662?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-6365678175546672273</id><published>2004-10-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>MY STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work, day after day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years my life was that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made lots of cash, had so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretended that money was priority number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of friends, went out on dates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced at the clubs, searching for mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to my door, a blind date once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played pool and drank wine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work became a chore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if there was more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seemed to be passing me by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something else to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child, I thought, would make the discontent go away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would give me a focus, a reason to get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a baby, and became a mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we name him Marvin, Boris or Tom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few months were scary and long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and in pain, I still sang him songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I could watch him get big,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take his first step, pick up his first twig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink from a cup, say his first word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with the hose, chase after a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got lonely, bored and depressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sad, like I needed a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a failure at being a mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my freedom back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not taking care of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I manage, maybe working part time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daycare costs money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I just make up rhymes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do to balance my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do more than be a mother and a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a famous actress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the best at something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my child comes first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so will I become nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a singer, a dancer, a designer or a star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always just be here, just exactly who I are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I’ll pretend, if only for one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when I sing for Jason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m auditioning for a Broadway play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m acting like Demi Moore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I’m rolling around all over the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that to my little boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the biggest star he’ll ever see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes and smile tell the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that’s enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori , 6/96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-6365678175546672273?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6365678175546672273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6365678175546672273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6365678175546672273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-4013923010375866456</id><published>2004-10-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem to my Laser Surgeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poem to my Laser Surgeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 30 years, I could not see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With glasses or contacts, I had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groping for those glasses in the morn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? I’d say, so forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, diving, it all was a chore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never see the sand at the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all was so fuzzy, the world was not clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was LASIK, but I had some fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it work? Was it safe? How would it turn out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was all this fuss about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my eyes? With a laser? No, it could not be true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared, I was nervous, but it was something I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to three doctors, they all said PRK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Turner, he did not have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, yes, I can do lasik on your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can just imagine my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I said, let’s do it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set an appointment in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in, settled down, and sat in the chair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited my turn, they put a cap on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in and laid down on the table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the light, as best as I was able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes, I got up and was shocked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the wall and the time on the clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so elated, so overcome with joy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout to the world, I can see! OH BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, right to bed, and when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true, my eyes worked, it was not a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been changed forever thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can’t really believe that it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying “Thanks” just didn’t seem to be enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this collage, full of paper and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it, it shows many eyes, Being cleared of the blur, we can now see the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-4013923010375866456?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4013923010375866456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-to-my-laser-surgeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4013923010375866456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/4013923010375866456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-to-my-laser-surgeon.html' title='Poem to my Laser Surgeon'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-9150180153443494330</id><published>2004-10-08T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family Poem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year gone by, my how the time does fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was great, we had some fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are keeping us on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason turned 5, he is no more a little tyke, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can now tie his shoes and ride his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost two teeth, under his pillow they went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy lives on, the money is already spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameboy, and Chuckee cheese,  these are his favorite things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And riding his scooter, and swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing with Kevin, we must not forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing soccer and swimming, and jumping on the trampoline net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin is almost 3, and out of diapers…WHOPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps up with his brother, but wears out his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin likes to paint, and play Batman with his friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kevin is in the room, the activity never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very cuddly, and smart you can bet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the cutest kid I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Bruce, what news can I tell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went diving this year, in Pulau and Cozumel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been twenty years since Bruce left Bucknell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the reunion, so many stories he could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About his exciting life, painting doors and putting in a skylight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reading bedtime stories, and being woken up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the life of a dad is full of adventure and fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble baths and playing catch, will we ever be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s my turn, to tell of my year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not accomplished a lot, let me make that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a little, and played with the kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some poems, and some art work I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer in the classroom, swimming lessons and more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a soccer mom now, that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want you to know, that all through the year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of our friends, and wish you were near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Holidays to all, and to avoid another election this bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you vote next time, poke out the whole chad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget to call if your on the west coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-9150180153443494330?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9150180153443494330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/family-poem-2000-another-year-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/9150180153443494330'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Ask me anything, I will answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear you won’t hold anything back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your most inner thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite me into your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your soul to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my soul with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you with all my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look into your eyes and see all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be connected to you in the deepest way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel free to let loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want wild, crazy, the outer limits, I want to the world, I want to scream, to laugh to cry as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want life, joy, laughter, happiness, love, and tears, calm and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want passion, as tall as the mountain, deep as the ocean, limitless as the sky, big as the universe.I want to share my soul with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-1765024970781617200?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1765024970781617200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/passion-2002-pour-out-your-heart-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/1765024970781617200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/1765024970781617200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/passion-2002-pour-out-your-heart-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-69199439071894851</id><published>2004-10-08T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for Oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oprah’s Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind, you are changing people’s lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day, I can give you a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message you are sending, to all of us out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that we can live our dreams, if only we dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to search our souls, and allow our spirits to fly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes desire, then we can stop living a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that other people, feel exactly like I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realize I can change, that I can be joyful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the strength to move ahead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach into my heart and not my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel excited to get out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is on fire cuz now it’s being fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you dear Oprah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be special to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given the world a gift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have set us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori Krein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-69199439071894851?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/69199439071894851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-for-oprah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/69199439071894851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/69199439071894851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-for-oprah.html' title='Poem for Oprah'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-7504264912270021117</id><published>2004-10-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:05.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherless Daughters Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motherless Daughters Group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday nights we all did meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the room and took a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around, strangers at first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started talking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dams did burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues were so tough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once we did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls we did bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though sometimes it got rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our moms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About love, about loss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how glad we were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That our paths had crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all needed to talk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share some of our pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss our moms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk down life’s lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened, we hugged, we laughed and we did cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a deep breath, and then let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now that we’ve shared some of these thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And found others who feel as we do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can help each other through the rough days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to our feelings we can be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-7504264912270021117?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7504264912270021117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/motherless-daughters-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/7504264912270021117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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almost anything, just give me a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I hate and that’s snakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would let them crawl on me, if that’s what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would a million dollars change my life? I know how,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could teach art to troubled kids, and I could start that right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is a way of expressing anger, pain or fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s better than beating someone up, on that I am clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was the only thing I ever felt good about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days art is seen as something extra, so many miss out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this passion I have, and tell all those politicians out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t cut the arts, this is something you should spare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids need a way to create beauty every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have so much to express, they have so much to say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This money would help me reach kids far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will call me, let your heart be your guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything, except maybe eat critters that are still alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t done something like that since I was five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time, I hope my message is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many kids are living in fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give them a way to feel good inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making art will give them a sense of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-8091652773716081642?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8091652773716081642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-for-benefactor-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;A friend to me is someone who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call when your feeling sad and blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell them anything and they won’t judge you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make some soup when you have the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll stick by no matter what you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best whether old or new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so may friends they’re all so special you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope only that I give to them, A fraction of what they give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lori Krein   2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-9152555571978357812?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9152555571978357812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/friends-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/9152555571978357812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/9152555571978357812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/friends-poem.html' title='Friends Poem'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178044063420053135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654589373526962832.post-6203048533617447597</id><published>2004-10-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:33:06.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions live within us all, they make us rise, they make us fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have feelings, good and bad, some are happy, some are sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings live within our soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t let them out, they might make a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For feelings are meant to be shared with others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our friends, our kids, our sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love feels so good, to give and to get,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just endless, on that you can bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And peace is so calm, like a smooth lake at dusk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quiet like the mountains, it smells like musk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and joy makes us smile ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like playing with a puppy, or petting a dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along with good feelings, sometimes we might find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we feel sadness or pain, but I really don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know that after the sadness goes away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll feel good again, it will be a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings of grief or anger or rage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are gone, then I can start a new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embrace all your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push them away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You‘ll end up being glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori Krein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654589373526962832-6203048533617447597?l=lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6203048533617447597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorikreinpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/poetry-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6203048533617447597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654589373526962832/posts/default/6203048533617447597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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