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ShellyBean Stanowski
Biography of ShellyBean Stanowski
I adore music, art & poetry. I'm an artist that enjoys working in all mediums. I paint on everything! Canvas, rocks, saws, gourds, etc. I mostly paint & draw animals, especially wildlife. I have never been married or have no children, except for my 3 idiots...I mean dogs.... :) I was a nanny for 11 years to twins and have spent my life taking care of my sick parents. I look forward to reading your work & I hope I can touch a few of you, with tenderness or laughter....may we all grow from each others writings, Shelly :)
ShellyBean Stanowski Poems
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An Indoor Cat's Diary (Feel Free To Laug...
Monday 27 The great escape takes place on Sunday, my cruel captors are driving me insane. I know these human haven't got a clue, -
Ocean's Memory
I am mesmerized by my tears as they wear away the seams holding back the waves of you shores endless foaming dreams -
Lilac Love
The ride seemed longer than usual tonight. Blessed Friday! She could hardly wait to get home. All she could think about was her lilacs today, -
Lavender Twilight
The quiet of night keeps alluring me underneath the moonlight with my love Where lingering voices whisper softly in the lavender of twilight there of -
Captive Bird
Oh captive bird that I am you have clipped my wings words of despair behind bars are the only songs that I sing -
Lily's Rose Garden
The cloudless summer day beckoned him to the rose garden, 'her' rose garden. Opening the gate he wondered, -
Through My Child's Eyes
Wide-eyed wonderment newly discovered things Curiosity brimming natures glorious spring -
Waterfall
You flow thru my dreams like raging waters, furiously cascading down... down... -
The Porcelain Doll
From her protective world, a glass covered case... the porcelain doll stands there (frozen in time) -
Sea Of Sorrow
She is adorned with conch shells, shades of pink, mottled brown and tan.
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Lilac Love
The ride seemed longer than usual tonight.
Blessed Friday!
She could hardly wait to get home.
All she could think about was her lilacs today,
at work, her glorious lilacs.
She had noticed that her lilac bushes
were finally blooming this morning,
but in her haste, grabbing a kiss
from her husband and a pop-tart,
