Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,213 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

121. Beauty 1/8/2016
122. Thinking 1/8/2016
123. A Friend 1/8/2016
124. Carrion 1/6/2016
125. Tiger Time 1/7/2016
126. Creativity 1/7/2016
127. The Wheel Of Recurrence 12/26/2015
128. My Bookcase 1/2/2016
129. Verses Of The Sikh Gurus 12/20/2015
130. What's That You Say? 12/18/2015
131. Frustration Personified This Thing Called Golf 12/19/2015
132. Is There A Greater Fear? 12/21/2015
133. So Long Ago 1/9/2016
134. The Tea Cup Mystery 1/9/2016
135. You Ask? 1/15/2016
136. How Beautiful Is Woman Full With Child 1/20/2016
137. A Father's Regret 1/31/2016
138. My Wife, In Love And Caring 1/27/2016
139. My Privileges In Life 4/11/2016
140. Beyond The Haunt Of Memory 1/11/2017
141. The Dark Of My Remembrances 9/11/2016
142. A Sign 2/5/2016
143. A Strong Weaving 1/14/2016
144. Is The Doctor In? 12/20/2015
145. The Bridal Chamber Of Thought 12/18/2015
146. A Father 1/26/2016
147. The Honeymoon 1/24/2016
148. Creation 12/19/2015
149. Within My Heart 1/15/2016
150. A Question Of My Own Mortality 1/22/2016

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A Question Of My Own Mortality

Time seemed interminable.
A curious and inexplicable apprehension came over me,
As I sat in an elderly care home waiting to visit a friend.
The atmosphere was heavy with quiet confusion.
People wandered about searching and shifting in a
Sort of stolid acquiescence. Their lives recalled as flashes in memory, projecting film images on their thick, gray screen of dementia.
Across from me sat an elderly gentleman whose gaze was a glassy
Expression of inattention. I could see the declinations of his skull
Beneath his facial features. A victim of the grievous ...

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I Think Well Of Her

It was years ago when I first met her.
She was the siren of Laguna Beach,
Well endowed, a body to be envied
By all women and, licentiously desired by all men.
She walked like a cat; mysterious, behind her large, darkly
Tinted glasses, causing people to turn and watch
As she silently passed them by.
She was not pretentious, she was herself,
As she was born to be. She was not young

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