Dianna Nally

Rookie (Bakersfield CA)

Dianna Nally Poems

1. Women 9/6/2008
2. Yesterday Today And Tomorrow 9/6/2008
3. What Do I Really Want 9/6/2008
4. There In The Night 9/6/2008
5. To Triumph Life 9/6/2008
6. No Is A Dangerous Word 9/6/2008
7. Part Of The Human Race 9/6/2008
8. The Internet 9/6/2008
9. Betsy 9/6/2008
10. I Dream 9/6/2008
11. Everyday 9/6/2008
12. My Memories 9/6/2008
13. A Dark Night 9/6/2008
14. Children 9/6/2008
15. Warrior And His Princess(Shari And Toni) 9/6/2008
16. I Am 9/6/2008
17. What Is Happening 9/6/2008
18. No One's Perfect 9/6/2008
19. Inside Or Out(Why Do They Have To Chose) 9/6/2008
20. Where Are You 9/6/2008
21. Papa And Me 9/6/2008
22. Almost Unbareable 9/6/2008
23. America At War 9/6/2008
24. A Prayer For Sherry 9/6/2008
25. Our American Hero's 9/6/2008
26. My Daddy The Kern River And Me 9/6/2008
27. The Forgotten 9/6/2008
28. After Shock 9/6/2008
29. How I Feel 9/6/2008
30. Love On A Yacht (Part 1) 9/6/2008
31. Love After The Yacht (Part 2) 9/6/2008
32. A Mother's Child 9/6/2008
33. A Never Ending Love 9/6/2008
34. Another Page In Life 9/6/2008
35. Inside Or Out? {why Do They Have To Choose? } 9/8/2008
36. Kids Today 9/8/2008
37. A Learned Behavior 9/9/2008
38. America At War (But Not Beaten) 9/9/2008
39. A Shadowed Heart 9/9/2008
40. Christmas 9/9/2008
Best Poem of Dianna Nally

A Good Marriage

A good marriage is made of equal respect
And the ability to communicate
You have to be able to talk to each other
You have to be able to relate

You have to show each other every day
How much in love you are
It takes two people to make it work
Together, not from afar

Some say you don't have to work on a marriage
Marriages work out on their own
Those are the people who live in denial
And usually end up alone

And don't forget we all have our faults
stay strong and feed off each others strength
Worry about being happy in your ...

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The Forgotten

Yesterday I took a walk, along the streets of poor
There were broken bottles next to the sick and hungry
who were trying to hide from the cold.
In cardboard boxes with newspaper blankets
and nothing to protect them at all.
And among them was the sad sorry site
of the young and the old.


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