Linda Winchell Poems

The feeling of empowerment
Comes coursing through my veins.
With every heart beat-beaten
Its sound and feel of strength remains.
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We use to play, ” Follow the tracks”
To see just where they led.
We never really found out of course
They were further than one said.
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Just let it all hang out
Let it wiggle too and fro.
Let the world see your goodies
From the head down to your toes.
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What you have become today
Is due much impart to the past you’ve lived.
Leaning to be a better person
And maybe learning just how much
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My kitties have two scratchy posts
Yet don’t seem to ever use them.
They prefer to rip and tear at things in the house
And really do abuse them.
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Tweet, Tweet, goes the Twitter, Twitterer’s
Everyone’s fingers, now all in jitters.
All scratchin out words as fast as they can
Every Twittering woman
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I remember playing, ”king of the hill”
When I was so very young.
Jumping and pushing to be on top
All in the name of fun.
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It’s the power of thinking small
That can grow into the biggest of things.
Stepping out and taking baby steps
Is where the growing begins.
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Truly the time has taken less
When it should have been given all your best.
To leave behind a most wondrous of you to view
Of what’s now left somehow by very few.
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Had me some fresh cut asparagus
Had me some Brussel sprouts too.
But even though I liked them a lot
The ended up making me very blue.
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