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
Side By Side
We walked for awhile together side by side
My Husband, My Abuser
Crippled with anger Crippled with fear
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
Sweet Baby Girl
We're awaiting a miracle...ssh, She's asleep within the womb One day we'll look into your beautiful face Count all your fingers and toes
Song To Luna
Am I lost to thee forever? The moon throws off thine light I stumbled and fell along my way Yet mine ear heareth thy voice still
She Dreamed Of Icarus - Portrait In Indi...
She seemed to be like a portrait... Which had fallen from its gilded frame Abandoned... Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor
Only A Memory
The love we had... I crave within my heart The sweetest of memories of laughter, of tenderness
Cobwebs, hang in the memories of my mind Voices of the past echo thru my soul
I awake... to another cold, January morning
The Chill Of An Early Winter
There's an early winter in the air But tis' naught from the ending of the fall The leaves have yet to turn their golden reds And sail freely through the early, morning mist
Such a child was I So new to love How should I, my dear one being so naive and young
I thought I knew you Your spirit, your soul I became accustomed to your flaws And so...
If you would have loved me when I needed love... I would have known the lips of comfort I knew, had you been with me
I remember it so well...
Almost, as if it were yesterday
Laying out in the backyard
of my parent's white,
clapboard house on Main Street
Stretched out, on the soft, cool, green grass
Feelng the warm, golden, afternoon sun