Amelia Wasiluk Poems

As I was walking in the woods, towards the end of our hike, I gazed down upon heavy snow, I pondered for a moment and asked, 'what shall I do 'til I die'? I paused, having just watched two snow fisherman SITTING SIDE BY SIDE in the middle of an icy pond/Lake, one with a fish hanging off His stick, sitting on what it appeared to be a white bucket, unhooking his fish, then putting it back into the hole; THEN blirted out TO MY FAMILY, ' I WANT TO GO ICE FISHING' seems simple. Then the answer came; BE HAPPY. Then I was Happy.

Then I went about, creating messes. I stopped, and pondered, 'I am unhappy'. Then I went about to unravel my own messes, and was happy.
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Oh America, America the beautiful!

Envied by most nations of the world, for its beauty, richness and love of God through justice, protection of our most innate freedoms and human rights!
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I do not know why I followed a fly.

I do not know why he swallowed the fly.
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Never being angry or frustrated.

Not being gloomy or saddy.
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Resentments are like the weaving of a spider's web. The more you resent the bigger the web.  Until one day love captures your attention and let go to hang on one thread off that thing called LOVE!
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I write to fathers and to those who are fatherless. And everyone else that cares to understand the fatherless.

I came into this world with a father and a mother. Normal, Right. What transpired along the way bugled my mind for years 'til I was about mid 30's. Why?
I do Not know Why I followed a fly, to see what it could do, to see what it would do.. I almost Got swallowed by the Fly..
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Men of contradiction,

How grave it is for you to confuse your emptiness with your piggish needs. Then you coerce and demand that your woman to meet and fulfill those unhealthy 'needs'. How then can you expect her to be NOBLE, honest caring and gentle at the same time. Do you not see that a whore CANNOT have or retain these qualities, if she is to please you?
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