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I've loved poetry since elementary when a teacher's aide held a poetry contest. And, although simple and somewhat absurd, my poem won first place!
I write about a variety of things. Many of the poems I write are never seen by other's eyes. Some poems 'happen' as just a rush of emotions I'm feeling at the time. Others require time and sweat to accomplish! In any case, I enjoy poetry ... more »
Divina Boulangé Poems
That bitter night in Valley Forge stands above my other memories.
‘Twas winter, and the snowy winds whistled through the trees.
Gathered ‘round a dying fire, soldiers shivered from the night ...... more »
I'm smart.
I wish I wasn't.
Yes, you heard me right.... more »
He was falsely accused
While Barabbas was excused.
He bore sin’s awful heavy shame.
Upon Himself, he took me blame.... more »
Such simple words, yes. But, oh, how they bless!
They tenderly soften hearts hardened by life.
Strange how, though small, they are welcomed by all,
Bringing smiles to faces and an end to strife.... more »
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him! ” sounds the shout.
The mob grows louder as Pilate comes out.
The bound Man is led into the judgment hall
To be interrogated and condemned before all.... more »
The dazzling brightness of the morning sun;
The frightening darkness of gloomy midnight.
The inviting warmth of a cackling bonfire;... more »
A Soldier Remembers
That bitter night in Valley Forge stands above my other memories.
‘Twas winter, and the snowy winds whistled through the trees.
Gathered ‘round a dying fire, soldiers shivered from the night chill.
Few were sleeping; others keeping solemn vigil stood still.
At the edge of the encampment, a movement caught my eye.
A dark form disappeared behind a bush; could it be a spy?
Quietly I rose and, following the footprints, slipped into the night.
A trail of bloody snow was all that I could discern in the moonlight.
As I reached the clearing, I saw a crumpled figure ...
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