Linda Ori

Rookie - 79 Points (08/13/1945 / UTAH)

Linda Ori Poems

81. ! Why Don'T You Try? 4/19/2008
82. ! A Clever Poem 8/10/2008
83. ! Beautiful Differences 7/15/2007
84. ! Blame It On The Moon 3/22/2008
85. ! Fleeting Memories 3/16/2008
86. ! Loyal Fan 9/6/2008
87. ! The Frog Prince 7/3/2007
88. ! Thinking Outloud 3/1/2008
89. ! Tribute To 'Hozen' 6/15/2008
90. * Elusive * 4/2/2008
91. * Rude Awakening 10/5/2007
92. * The Man Within * 1/30/2009
93. * Waiting 11/14/2007
94. * Yesterday 2/16/2008
95. * A Meeting Of The Minds * 2/10/2008
96. * An Unfair Affair 3/1/2008
97. * Forgive Her 10/14/2007
98. * Holiday Madness * 11/18/2007
99. * Time Out 11/29/2007
100. * Today 2/16/2008
101. * Year's End * 12/31/2007
102. ~ And Love Is Gone ~ 1/6/2008
103. ~ A Mystery ~ 1/9/2008
104. ~ Daffodil ~ 1/25/2008
105. ~~~ For Katie ~~~ 2/28/2008
106. A Message To Myself 7/7/2007
107. A Parent's Lament 11/13/2013
108. A Prayer For Change 5/1/2006
109. Above The Timberline 7/19/2006
110. Afterglow 1/14/2012
111. Always The Best Friend 10/8/2006
112. Ancient Dreaming 7/28/2006
113. And He Said He Loved Me 9/9/2006
114. Angel Love 4/11/2006
115. Angels 4/11/2006
116. Anger So Sweetly (Revised) 7/21/2006
117. Avalon (Haiku) 7/28/2006
118. Ballad Of The Canyon 5/2/2006
119. Beatles Memory 10/22/2006
120. Beauty Of Senility 4/11/2006
Best Poem of Linda Ori

Forest Sprite

There was a little fairy
Sat beneath a tree -
Humming to her tiny self
A haunting melody;
Just a little tinkle
Was all that I could hear
Floating on the evening breeze
High and crystal clear;
Surrounded by a rainbow,
Sparkles lit the air -
Tiny wings did flutter
Sprinkling gold dust in her hair;
A tiny little forest sprite
Had slipped the bonds of space,
Perhaps a mere imagined thought
Had brought her to this place;
How sweet the sound she echoed
Within this forest spot -
Though I had never seen a sprite
Her image now I caught; ...

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Twilight

Time passes.....
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
Days flow
In habitual, mindless haze
Yet always aware
In unconsious ways-
The clock ticks on;
The sun rises,

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