Teresa Dearing

Rookie (From the beginning / Some where over the rain bow)

Teresa Dearing Poems

1. My Girl 4/17/2008
2. Money And Happiness 1/5/2009
3. Summer Memories 9/1/2006
4. Hallowed Hills 11/2/2007
5. When The Wind Blows Free 5/5/2008
6. The Woods 3/31/2009
7. Golden Days 6/29/2008
8. January’s Sad Refrain 4/19/2008
9. Thoughts On Love 7/8/2008
10. Love Found 10/31/2008
11. Forever In God's Care, Shells....Of Love 9/12/2008
12. Lost Little Sheep 6/27/2008
13. Ex- Fashion Diva~what Happens After The Show 4/4/2009
14. The Cruel Winds Of Winter 11/12/2009
15. Love For All Seasons 4/8/2008
16. Snow Bound 4/19/2008
17. Hurricane's Coming 4/17/2008
18. Cajun Porch 11/2/2007
19. Windows To The Soul 3/29/2008
20. Rsvp To Heaven: Longing To Come, At A Later Date 3/30/2008
21. The Last Visit 3/30/2008
22. Dreams 4/8/2008
23. Southern Winter 11/2/2007
24. Autumn’s Blaze 9/17/2007
25. The Witch Of The Winter 11/2/2007
26. Digital Journey~starts After The Kisses 4/17/2008
27. Alive And Sleeping 4/17/2008
28. Son Of Desire 4/18/2008
29. Ambition 4/19/2008
30. Crying The Blues In The City That Was 4/19/2008
31. October’s Ghoulish Fun 11/2/2007
32. Sands Of Time 11/13/2007
33. Beyond Infinity 5/2/2008
34. Stone Cold Heart 5/2/2008
35. Dominate Predator 5/2/2008
36. Internal Fog 5/2/2008
37. Left Nothing 5/2/2008
38. Tears For War 5/2/2008
39. Oh Cher' 5/3/2008
40. Digital Journey~ Prelude~~ Kisses 5/3/2008
Best Poem of Teresa Dearing

My Girl

You did not come with nine months wait,

I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,

You, my daughter came, mid your teen-age years,

And I loved you in spite of all my fears.


A short while mine, to dress, to spoil, to love,

Far too soon you flew, like a sweet, soft dove.

Now content to listen to all your hopes and fears,

Forever you are my girl in spite of all your years.


If I could have picked a daughter, she would have been you,

No mother could love a daughter, any more than I love you,



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Autumn’s Blaze

Flags of flying geese, waving in the sky,
Heralding autumn, with cries loud and high.

Green leaves turning red, orange, and yellow,
Filtered sunshines nice, warm, and mellow.

Harvest time comes and goes, like a favored guest,
Farms look like patch work quilts, now laid out to rest.

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