Catherine Inscore

Rookie (April 2,1957 / Lynwood California)

Catherine Inscore Poems

1. The Sev' 6/28/2006
2. Tell Me.... 6/28/2006
3. Style 6/28/2006
4. Muddy Puddles 6/30/2006
5. Chase Away The Whatsthematt'Ayous! 6/30/2006
6. Bugs Are A Good Weapon Against A Kiss! 6/30/2006
7. A Flaminingo Should Be More Than Pink 6/30/2006
8. Valentine's Day Poem Boys And Girls 6/30/2006
9. Jorden, The Dinosaur Hunter 6/30/2006
10. Clutter Up Our Minds 6/30/2006
11. Choking The Life Out’a Me 6/30/2006
12. Bathed In The Future 6/30/2006
13. Hummingbird 6/30/2006
14. How Do We Stand Up? 6/30/2006
15. What Ever Happened To Those Make Believe Days? 6/30/2006
16. I Dreamt Of Vividness 6/30/2006
17. Stand Erect- 6/30/2006
18. Empty Lot 6/30/2006
19. Ghirardelli Eyes 6/30/2006
20. What Did He Die For? 6/30/2006
21. My Flannel King 6/30/2006
22. Hey Couch Potat'A Ditch The Video Games! 7/5/2006
23. Dinosaur Extraordinaire 7/7/2006
24. My Little Lost Boy 7/10/2006
25. Instant Gratitification 7/17/2006
26. I's Been One Of Those Days 8/3/2006
27. Tenderness 8/14/2006
28. My Connie— 9/18/2006
29. Unsubstantiated Truths 8/14/2007
30. Patience? 8/16/2007
31. The Fighter 8/16/2007
32. The Wakening 8/16/2007
33. Sedentary Life 9/7/2007
34. Schizophrenia 9/7/2007
35. Reach Upwards And Take His Hand 6/30/2006
36. Another Beautiful Day 6/30/2006
37. Christ Is The Example— 6/30/2006
38. Teach Me How To Pray? 6/30/2006
39. More Than Mere Promises 6/30/2006
40. A Day At The Ocean 6/30/2006

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My Daughter, My Friend

Sipping sodas during a movie
laughing loudly at something hilariously funny
eating pancakes quietly just us two
Girl time—our time

Holding each other and sobbing
hard
we made it through,
me and you…suffered it all
mother and daughter
friends till the end

now its your turn with her…
build a bond, learn the ropes
it will be tricky—
often sticky
tears will be shed
it will be worth it
in the end…
My daughter,
My friend

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The Sev'

The Sev'
Walkin' out of the Sev’
In your Birkenstocks
With Palm trees swayin’
to the beat of the wind
Buyin' lottery tickets
a man holdin' a sign
“ Will work for food” sits playing a flute.
Ya toss him quarters to ease
Your mind,
it still haunts you…

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