ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
Biography of ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
I am not the professional singer Anne Murray from Canada. I love her voice, and songs. I know most of them by heart.I have sung them for years. I wish I could sing them as well as she does! At one time, we even sort of looked somewhat alike. But alas, I am not her, my name is Patricia Anne Murray. I go by the name of Anne Murray. I use 'LadeeAnne for my poetry and blogs.
I was born and raised in Idaho and graduated highschool in Pocatello in 1962. Second of five children. I'm divorced, retired and now live in Omaha, Nebraska. My home is almost 100 years old, full of antiques.
I enjoy decorating, painting, I specialize in wall murals.I'm an avid writer of poetry, articles and blogging.I also enjoy working in my garden. I don't enjoy the cold winters.
I have 3 grown children, who all live in other states and one Granddaughter, My Sweet Marina, who is 9 yrs. wise.
I enjoy writing poems for friends, family, for myself, and...just in general. It's very cathartic, putting words to paper. My poetry, is not always from 'personal experiences'. Some are sad, some are funny.... and some, show the struggles of life in general. Pain of lost love, (we all know that feeling) , humor and pleasant memories.
I always appreciate feedback on my work. It helps at times to improve my writing, knowing what others think.I've never shared my poems with too many people, so be honest with how you see them.
Thank you....... and, I'm looking forward to making new friends here, sharing ideas and poetry and perhaps a few 'giggles'?
ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY's Works:
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ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY Poems
My Husband, My Abuser
Crippled with anger Crippled with fear
Field Of Dreams (New Version)
Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams Of wooded lanes and sunlit streams Where rainbows light the path below And Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
As We Speak
As we speak, our minds race through The hopes, the possibilities of just what might have been Secretely, we thought that maybe after years apart There may be that magic, that special moment
Magic Carpet Ride- Visions Of Childhood
Let the child in me come out to play In that nudging bud of youth that still remains Etch its frolic deep within my heart So I will always remember
I remember it so well... Almost, as if it were yesterday Laying out in the backyard of my parent's white,
You Call This Love?
One, cold day in December... The year was 1996 You walked into my life Later on, with your kind, blue eyes,
I had a dream last nite, so vivid, so unfeighned As you touched my face, my heart became unchained An Angel with a pen, was writing down our script You softly touched my skin and gently kissed my lips
We Shall Meet Again My Love-In Another T...
You are the white star of twilight The moon in the sky's far end I shall lie down with thee… Rise up with thee
A Touch Of Their Feathers
Listen to the still, quiet sounds Can you hear their voices feel their flow of peaceful, butterfly thoughts as they land gently in your soul?
There Ain't Nothin' Better Than A Cowboy...
He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one. A man you could love. But she'd never let him know she had a full time heart. Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years. She'd been burned by love in the past, had given her heart away to the wrong man.
the night the moon refused to shine
on this stage as i face the struggle within setting the past aside i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
Side By Side
We walked for awhile together side by side
Song Of My People
To the roof of the world the mighty eagle flies Silently watching the Earth down below They fly mile after mile, day after day Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies
You Call This Love?
One, cold day in December...
The year was 1996
You walked into my life
Later on, with your kind, blue eyes,
'Will you be my wife'?
I didn't listen with my head
My heart did all the talking