Biography of Betty Bleen
Married,4 children/5 grandchildren. Love writing poetry, acting in local plays, ballroom dancing, reading, embroidery and walking. I have 1 cat, Mittens. Employed as Operations Assistant, Volunteers of America Greater Ohio, Veterans Resource Center. Website: www.toocutetoboop.com
Betty Bleen's Works:
Bad Red Shoes, AuthorHouse
Betty Bleen Poems
What would I do if I didn't have you You're so full of wisdom that you can see All my faults and fallacies And splay them out in front of me
Early September and the leaves are falling, they crunch beneath my feet as I walk the dogs through the park.
What A Surprise
to see you as I was getting off work. You stopped by, you said, for a cup of coffee. I smiled as the words
My body is no longer the flawless manuscript most men would take time out of their busy day to read; no longer as exciting as the latest novel, nor as interesting as the daily news.
Just Beyond The Softest Sound
The roses on my table appear to be singing, so sure of themselves and their beauty. Both proud and arrogant they break into song the minute they are alone, when they think
Home again ... arising early I wander through my parents house, searching for memories. In the pantry are the small clear glasses, handpainted with tulips. Instinctively I lift
Perhaps this is the way Picasso got started, as a baby sitting in a high chair, dumping the dish and the cup, the fork or spoon onto the floor, delighting in how the green peas
My grandmother made donuts every Sunday morning, dumping memorized ingredients into a crock mixing bowl, punching down the malleable mass
In The Photo
In the photo my mother is beautiful. Though it is in black and white, I picture her cheeks rosy as pink Chablis. Her hair cascades thick and wavy to meet
My Prince Charming
I'm looking for a man, a prince of a man. He doesn't have to be knockout gorgeous like the one who bedazzled Cinderella, nor does he have to be as tall, dark or handsome as
Pushing For Texas
Before the actual birth, I tried to convince myself there could be no room for fear. That in fact, the only way I was going to get through this and come out smelling like a rose was to keep my wits about
My dentist knows my mouth intimately. And, like any man who recognizes a lover across a crowded room, merely by her stance or the way she tosses her hair, my dentist
War In Secret
I don’t know much about war, at least first hand I don’t. But in my neighborhood, when I was a child,
What Were They Thinking?
Some people are so naïve. Take for instance, Little Red Riding Hood. There she is, skipping through the forest, which she knows is inhabited by dangerous animals, wearing a scarlet cloak.
Breakfast Is Served
Toasted English muffins spread with peanut butter and grape jelly,
a simple meal, it is all I have to offer.
I pour you the last few ounces of orange juice, knowing as I do
that you prefer to drink your fruit,
while I relish the taste and texture of a ripened orange.
The coffee is served black; I haven’t made it to the store for cream.
You smile nonetheless, the lines crinkling around your eyes,
and you tell me the meal is deliziosi!
I know you would have preferred better, but you a