Christine K. Trease

Rookie - 149 Points (June 2,1957 / Price, Utah)

Christine K. Trease Poems

121. Kismet 4/10/2009
122. A Penny's Worth Of Chance 4/10/2009
123. A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week 4/10/2009
124. Childrens Book-The Enchanted Tea Party 3/28/2009
125. Daylilies And Priestess-Pools 3/7/2006
126. Memory Garden 3/20/2006
127. Life's Just A Short Little Mile 3/19/2006
128. The Rose 2/24/2006
129. Shelves Of Ratty Books 4/7/2006
130. Cognitive Dissonance 3/28/2006
131. Nothing Rhymes With Orange 4/10/2009
132. Jigsaw Puzzle Life 4/10/2009
133. Quaking Aspen Love 4/10/2009
134. Moments To Remember 4/10/2009
135. All The Things I Did Not Say 4/22/2017
136. Aristotle's Artless Autumn 2/25/2006
137. The Cactus On Your Father's Grave 2/24/2006
138. The Clarity Of An Insane Mind 2/24/2006
139. The Kiss 2/24/2006
140. I Love You Today 3/17/2006
141. Madame Gossip 3/20/2006
142. Childrens Book-The Dinosaurs Who Came To Tea 3/15/2009
143. Childrens Book-The Greedy Little Elephant 3/25/2009
144. Unrequited Love 4/13/2006
145. My Grandpa 3/21/2006
146. Childrens Book-I Have Seen The Wind 3/16/2009
147. Childrens Book-Minerva’s Magical Potion 3/15/2009
148. A Rhyme Of Passion 3/31/2006
149. Unlove Me 4/13/2006
150. Grandma Dear 3/14/2006
151. Beside The Raging River Rhyme 3/1/2006

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Beside The Raging River Rhyme

Beside the raging river rhyme
poetry florets flower with prose.
Scripted sweet petals grow and entwine
English gardens of fragrant rose.

Immortalized in pantomime,
the sonnet's nuance smell,
intertwines with ivy vines
and comely cockleshell.

Flowing water of endless words
gather and come hither.
Make known your message meaningful
before the blossoms wither.

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My life is slipping slowly, Like tiny grains of sand
Held too loose by fingers of a cruel, uncaring hand.

My youthfulness has left me, precious moments passed me by.
No one ever notices the bitter tears I cry.

Alone in life I find myself, afraid to feel or see,
Wanting to stay safe from harm, yet wanting fast to flee.

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