Christine A Kysely

Rookie (Merrill, Wisconsin USA)

Christine A Kysely Poems

1. There Are Angels 12/21/2010
2. Straight Line Winds 12/21/2010
3. December's Statue 12/21/2010
4. The Girl With The Golden Eye 12/21/2010
5. Lavender And Lace 12/21/2010
6. What Is Real? 12/21/2010
7. The Inevitable 12/21/2010
8. December 12/21/2010
9. Your Words 12/21/2010
10. The Circus Of Love 12/20/2010
11. Shine On 12/20/2010
12. Bentwood Rocker 12/20/2010
13. Women Who Love Football 12/21/2010
14. Ode To Vincent Van Gogh 12/21/2010
15. A Very Fine Line ~ The Restaurant 12/21/2010
16. Who Will See? 12/21/2010
17. The Poetess 12/21/2010
18. Gemini June 12/21/2010
19. Ode To Jackson Pollock 12/21/2010
20. My Child 12/21/2010
21. I Wish 12/21/2010
22. My Legacy 12/22/2010
23. Half In, Half Out 12/22/2010
24. No One Can Ever Know 12/22/2010
25. Christmas ~ It's Just Another Day For Me 12/23/2010
26. Voices 12/21/2010
27. Red Pill, Blue Pill 12/21/2010
28. The Dreaded Day 12/23/2010
29. Sometimes 12/23/2010
30. Raging Bull 12/24/2010
31. Intertwined 12/24/2010
32. To Whomever Has Loved A Horse 12/24/2010
33. Is He? 12/24/2010
34. She Can See 12/24/2010
35. Slipping 12/24/2010
36. Pivot Point 12/24/2010
37. Will He Be? 12/24/2010
38. The Huntress 12/24/2010
39. Revelation 12/24/2010
40. To The West And To The North 12/24/2010
Best Poem of Christine A Kysely

What Is A Person's Value? What Is Their Worth?

What is a person's value?
What is their worth?
Can it be based solely
On what is found in their empty purse?

Can that one missing emptiness...
Take away a person's pride?
Can it belittle,
The entire worth of their life?

Is there some value,
In the light in their eyes?
Is there some value
for the past loves of their life?

Is there some value
In the all the books that they've read?
The knowledge imparted
The words that they've said?

Do they get credit
For the beauty they've seen,
Painter of paintings,
Dreamer ...

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The Poet

The Poet always weaves his thoughts
With the finest needle and thread
Each word carefully placed
Intricately woven, carefully chosen
Like the finest piece of Normandy lace.

His words... just as the winds, wind themselves through
Treeless forests of mind, seeking a bud to bear
Over both emotionally calm and stormy seas

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