Shirley Alexander

Rookie - 79 Points (Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA)

Shirley Alexander Poems

1. Alzheimer's 6/12/2008
2. The Awakening 6/13/2008
3. Torn Pages 8/26/2008
4. Here In The Life Of An Unknown Poet 1/29/2009
5. Presents From Jim 1/29/2009
6. Sweet Wine And Saddle Oxfords 1/29/2009
7. The Ballad Of Bumble Jack-(A Bit Of Fun) 1/29/2009
8. My First Broken 1/29/2009
9. Smoking Behind The Gym 1/29/2009
10. The Birth (Spiritual) 1/29/2009
11. A Family Treasure 1/29/2009
12. Tricking The Reaper 4/11/2009
13. Hiawassee 6/21/2009
14. Into The Hornets’ Nest At Seagrave’s Mill 6/21/2009
15. Bright Shiny Days Like This 11/5/2009
16. Fear Of Falling 8/19/2010
17. And All Around Me, Life Goes On 4/19/2013
18. Do You Remember Fireball Roberts? 6/11/2008
19. Something From The Woman I Left Behind 6/11/2008
20. The Last Ones To Know 6/11/2008
21. Walking On Water 6/11/2008
22. Fourth Grade Drill 6/11/2008
23. Making Love With Music 6/11/2008
24. Daddy 4/19/2013
25. Ghost Prints 4/19/2013
26. More Than She Knew 4/19/2013
27. Witness: The Wreck On Hwy.78 4/19/2013
28. Devil In The Promised Land (Adult Theme) 4/19/2013
29. Abused 4/19/2013
30. An Important Call 4/19/2013
31. A Perfect Picture 4/19/2013
32. Cowboys 4/19/2013
33. Sunday Drive Back Home 4/19/2013
34. My Position 4/19/2013
35. What Passes 4/19/2013
36. Memories Of 1963 4/19/2013
37. Last Notes Of A Stored Guitar 4/19/2013
38. Ghosts Of Me 11/9/2015
39. Character Structure 11/9/2015
40. Red Mourning 4/19/2013
Best Poem of Shirley Alexander

Sometimes, Life Gives You Lemons

I remember Easter dresses. Folds of pastel cotton.
Embroidery. Lace edges. Starched bow sashes.
Scent of sunlight and my mother’s lemon sachet.
But, I am a quiet blue jeans grandmother,
browsing the pastry isle on my first Easter alone.
Not like those young girls who rush by,
breathless in their short black skirts
and loud Sunday shoes.

What brought me here, shopping alone on Easter?
Oh yes, I had a desire for sweet lemon and coffee.

It was barely Robin blue, that dress I wore for you
our last Easter picnic together.
You fed me lemon cake with ...

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Walking On Water

You prance your masculinity
like God-Of-All-Women,
sharp as bullets in my life,
never a gentle touch.

I will swim in waters deep,
places you can never reach.

You have not learned

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