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As each petal falls from my beloved roses as tear drops in the trials and pleasures of my life with him, I think of the many colors of pleasure I once experienced before each petal fell. Each petal - a tear represented one more memory I cannot replicate in the days of that lost love from years ago.

But as each teardrop from an old blossom falls I discover a rose bud with new memories that will spring up enriching my life again with new friendships which will enrich my days to come.

So life does go on after the loss of someone you once loved. You pick up the petals of memories and tuck them in a part of your heart that you can take out when needed. But as new buds of friendships grow the memories in your heart fade a bit as you rejoice in the new memories that sprout up in another part of your heart!
©️LGE March 2023

https://www.britannica.com/plant/rose-plant

Sitting across from me is that noble me
Staring at that lessor me
The one with the loose tongue
 
I look inside that ignoble me
The one who takes bait easily
The one who must have the last
 word….
 
And see for myself
My dire imperfections
The me who must be right
 
The me who won’t let the arrogant - win.
To let it go! The one who not always works
towards the better good - the better me
 
The one who has to be right
The one who even now states -
when can I get up to try again.
 
Oh girl - listen to your inner soul
Listen to your caution
Learn from your lack of caution
Learn from the greater good!
 
Start anew and work towards a better
more enlightened you!
 
Oh… - states the too soon to be humbled me -
 I learned - I truly learned!
The noble self looks back at my soul warily
shaking her noble head. Go back my dear
 and listen to that small and soft inner voice …..
©️LGE, June 2022

A pest is what I’m called,
so a pest is what I’ll be.
Please don’t use pesticides.
As with a spider, set me free.
 
I’ll quietly crawl out your door
and leave you to your own, but
if you need  some shenanigans,
you’ll find my services well known!
 
My pesty pranks are really fun.
You’re just afraid they’re not.
Just invite me to your house and laugh with the fun I’ve brought!
©️LGE, 1972

How do I make sense of aloneness when it hurts so much?
How do I find the strength to go on when I feel desperation?
How do I find the ability to laugh while I feel such delusion?
Yet I do find happiness even though it is not likely for today.

I try to do sensible things by being honest within my heart.
I try to use humor and compassion with others, no sorrow.
But some days the neediness in my heart screams at me;
“for goodness sake do something, stand up, do anything!”

But I am trapped in a world where family is all I have with me.
There is no one in my life who could even be one of interest.
No one would be interested in a nerdy lady who’s painfully shy,
Yet, I dream of that person coming into my life but he is not here,

So I pick up the IPAD and start writing something - anything,
but the IPAD doesn’t speak unless I do and I’m really boring.
But give me a good something to write about and I’ll be there,
yet the tears are getting in the way of creating my happiness.

I wanted to write the miraculously interesting poem to please,
but it is not in me because of these horrible tears that I detest.
I want to write the incredibly amazing poem startling the world
however, maybe it is the tears inside that are now meant to be.

Maybe we have to write from our heart to find what we need:
Sorrow that will touch someone else’s soul that will help them.
Thus, it is OK to write about my sorrow to salve someone else’s
thus, if I can write about how I feel it could help someone else.

Let us souls rejoice and see that life is okay even when in pain.
We can weather our tears - we can find hope - we can find joy!
We can see that sorrow is exquisite because we can feel it.
It means that we are alive, we understand sorrow, we are real.

We can someday remember and thus, help a soul in need.
We can make a difference even in our sorrows and our grief.
We let others know that it is alright to be human - to be real,
so for today I will find my reality good because I am human!

Thus, through my sorrow I have found dignity, my humanity.
I am brave - I am real - I am gutsy- I am an integral human!
I can admit that I am ordinary and not always happy- I’m me.
We are of worth and we must show our worth in our honesty!
©️LGE April 23, 2022

In my story as I write I lose my sadness
because I’m inside a character in love.
When done for now I find my sad again
dreaming to feel the excitement of you.

Tonight as I reflect, I am yearning again.
Wishing you were near for you’re away
but tomorrow I will be in my book anew
dreaming we were together in my story.

You always have a way with my heart
You speak and my heart will find you.
You find surprising ways in your words
to uplift me when I’m lonely, missing you.

So tomorrow I will live within my story.
I’ll create the character resembling you.
I will see to it that you’ll remain the hero.
where you’ll be there and with me again.
©️LGE June 20, 2024

In my story as I write I lose my sadness
because I’m inside a character in love.
When done for now I find my sad again
dreaming to feel the excitement of you.

Tonight as I reflect, I am yearning again.
Wishing you were near for you’re away
but tomorrow I will be in my book anew
dreaming we were together in my story.

You always have a way with my heart
You speak and my heart will find you.
You find surprising ways in your words
to uplift me when I’m lonely, missing you.

So tomorrow I will live within my story.
I’ll create the character resembling you.
I will see to it that you’ll remain the hero.
where you’ll be there and with me again.
©️LGE June 20, 2024

When you love someone you want whatever that takes place for the two of you to be together

You want to experience it together. You want to laugh, cry, sing, read, mourn together

You can’t stand the idea that he would never experience something with you. If his good morning greeting was no longer there it would hurt. Thus, it doesn’t matter if it is eating breakfast- walking the dog just as long as you are with each other it is all good.

Every experience- even ordinary or extraordinary - matters. There is something he emits in you that can’t be touched. He is a part of who you are and you will go to the ends of the earth to keep that extrinsic him beside you. It is not something you can explain - it is something that just is. Without him you would not be the same. If you wake up in the middle of the night you - You would want to just gently touch him. It is not a love affair - if you had one of those - you would feel okay for awhile but then he can leave until the next time and in between you will not give him another thought.

But the man you love - he never goes away- he stays in your heart where you only breathe until he comes back to you where you inhale all that is him and your exhales are music to your ears. Everything ordinary is not ordinary. Breathing is joy. Life is joy. Singing is breathing and breathtaking. When you first realize you love him there is no going back. You are hooked for you remember every time you were with him. You remember the moments as if they were yesterday. Every Good morning and Goodnight becomes essential to your existence for that day ahead. You can’t breathe unless there are thoughts of him. There is no other - you want to be with - just him. The thought of him being gone is paralyzing. But the thought of having him there is like listening to the hallelujah chorus.

Once you know that you love him there is no going back to the way you were before. You have forever changed. Somehow all the rationale for why you should not see him again doesn’t matter. You have already been there done that and never found a reason to leave. You were lucky you already knew him for a long time. You already had your battles- your tiffs - your disagreements. You also had the good conversations the ones where you knew but didn’t want to know. But now you do.

You have been down the road with all the arguments as to why you shouldn’t be with him and you lost every battle. You have been down the road getting irritated with his idiosyncrasies and now you like every one and yet still wonder why.

It is now a forgone conclusion that you will love him no matter what for you are his - hook - line - and sinker. Go ahead girl look towards some one else as a potential but it will do you no good - because he is already in your life and nothing but him could kick him out of it and you would be devastated if he did!

©️LGE 01/20/2023

When you love someone you want whatever that takes place for the two of you to be together

You want to experience it together. You want to laugh, cry, sing, read, mourn together

You can’t stand the idea that he would never experience something with you. If his good morning greeting was no longer there it would hurt. Thus, it doesn’t matter if it is eating breakfast- walking the dog just as long as you are with each other it is all good.

Every experience- even ordinary or extraordinary - matters. There is something he emits in you that can’t be touched. He is a part of who you are and you will go to the ends of the earth to keep that extrinsic him beside you. It is not something you can explain - it is something that just is. Without him you would not be the same. If you wake up in the middle of the night you - You would want to just gently touch him. It is not a love affair - if you had one of those - you would feel okay for awhile but then he can leave until the next time and in between you will not give him another thought.

But the man you love - he never goes away- he stays in your heart where you only breathe until he comes back to you where you inhale all that is him and your exhales are music to your ears. Everything ordinary is not ordinary. Breathing is joy. Life is joy. Singing is breathing and breathtaking. When you first realize you love him there is no going back. You are hooked for you remember every time you were with him. You remember the moments as if they were yesterday. Every Good morning and Goodnight becomes essential to your existence for that day ahead. You can’t breathe unless there are thoughts of him. There is no other - you want to be with - just him. The thought of him being gone is paralyzing. But the thought of having him there is like listening to the hallelujah chorus.

Once you know that you love him there is no going back to the way you were before. You have forever changed. Somehow all the rationale for why you should not see him again doesn’t matter. You have already been there done that and never found a reason to leave. You were lucky you already knew him for a long time. You already had your battles- your tiffs - your disagreements. You also had the good conversations the ones where you knew but didn’t want to know. But now you do.

You have been down the road with all the arguments as to why you shouldn’t be with him and you lost every battle. You have been down the road getting irritated with his idiosyncrasies and now you like every one and yet still wonder why.

It is now a forgone conclusion that you will love him no matter what for you are his - hook - line - and sinker. Go ahead girl look towards some one else as a potential but it will do you no good - because he is already in your life and nothing but him could kick him out of it and you would be devastated if he did!

©️LGE 01/20/2023

Teachers say Theatre and Theater are different.
Theatre is what the actors on a stage create.
A theater is where people come to see a play.
As an author, I’m directing and producing too.

As I write my story my words belong to actors
and as I write my book it becomes my stage!
My actors are created by me as the playwright
I don’t need consent to stage my productions!

My cast of characters’ lines are within my book
I create my characters and see them as integral.
I put them on a stage, my book, and let them live!
For the theater and the theatre all belong to me!

In proofing my book as I write I become the critic.
I will when necessary get rid of an actor or actress
I am always in command of the actors, on the stage
For I am the author and the creator of my production!
©️LGE October 23, 2024

One of the wonderful things about our front yard was the landscaping. My Mom and Dad made sure that we had beautiful trees as a part of the front yard. I remember that in one of the trees close enough to view from our living room picture window was a hummingbird feeder. Often my Mom and I would look towards that tree and see the tiny little hummingbirds feeding themselves from the honey placed within the feeder. These tiny bird’s little wings moved so fast that we could barely see them.

My Mother’s green thumb and my Dad’s gardening pursuits gave the family great blessings. I learned to appreciate first hand, the beauty of our environment and the importance of keeping it whole.

In addition, the neighbors who lived to the left of us also filled me with good memories. I remember these special people, Ruby and Champ Cavin. Champ always knew that I loved fish. After he came back from a fishing trip, he would knock on our backdoor, hand over some of his fresh caught and cleaned trout and then would state that the trout was for Linda. Nobody else – just Linda.

Ruby was a school teacher who taught in an area of town that housed many children who came from needy homes. At the beginning of each school year, my sister and I were always giving Ruby clothes that no longer fit us and where they could then fit another child of need in one of Ruby Cavin’s classes.

As a kid though, the one time when I did not appreciate Ruby’s kindness was on Halloween. Ruby would give the neighborhood kids she knew apples or oranges instead of candy. I was always hoping that she wouldn’t recognize me in my costume, but was never so lucky. Of course I was indeed lucky but I didn’t see that until I got older and no longer went trick or treating.

The Cavins were like a second set of parents to me and I always loved the both of them. I was always welcomed into their home and Ruby’s hugs meant the world to me. There was no better place.

In the years ahead on some Sunday afternoons after Church I remember I would go with my Mom and Dad to Rose Shows. My Mother’s passion was her rose garden and she was always looking to see what was new in the “world” of roses.

At other times we would go to places such as museums, summer theatre or musical productions. Afterwards we usually went out to eat. Our family’s favorite was “The Holland Restaurant” located in down town Vancouver Washington.

However I remember we also went to a sea food place in Portland, Oregon who I recall were the creators of the Thousand Island Dressing. The name of the restaurant was entitled “Louies” My parents always went there for the oysters but I enjoyed their Crab Louie (also supposed to have originated there) topped with their Thousand Island Dressing. The restaurant also had great Clam Chowder. The restaurant always served oysters that were called Pacific Oysters and I have to admit those oysters were the only ones I ever enjoyed.

Even after I was old enough to stay at home and at that time I probably had every reason to stay home, I still liked hanging out with my parents. I think a lot of it had to do with my Dad who was a dear man with a great sense of humor. My Dad always called Mom, Patsy and I loved how they were when they were together. My Mom was strict and had strong ideas of how a child/teenager should be but I always loved her.
©️LGE May 10, 2026

An amazing woman was born on January 17, 1922.
She was beloved by many and many morned her death.
Her family moved to Los Angeles when she was two
and we clearly know today that she was of the very best.

With her parents she rode horseback into the High Sierras
taking pack trips with horses inland-a trip steady but slow.
At four she rode behind her Dad, loving the gait of the ride.
The next year she rode on her own, happy, her heart aglow.

When she was older the family camped at Yellowstone,
where horse back riding was how they filled their fun days.
Her care for all animals pleased the U.S. Forest Service
so years later she received a badge, Ranger hat, and praise.

This girl always loved laughing which was better than crying,
and her parent’s helped her obtain expertise that was so amazing.
While this girl was young her parents prepared her for success
for they taught her the trick of comedic timing and that of waiting.

So who is this wonderful girl of which I am telling these tales?
Who was this person beloved by so many of us in this society?
There were many expecting her to live at least to one hundred
However, Betty White lived as all humans by her own mortality.

Betty grew up knowing that her parents were the very best
She could always expect their conversations to be balanced.
Talk would be serious but then one word could cause a smirk
thus, bringing the conversations from earnest to exuberance.

Betty in the years ahead worked the stage in many productions.
Betty’s love of acting moved her past the busy high school years.
She never let go even after she received her high school diploma
Entertainment was Betty’s foremost vocation and she clearly persevered.

After Betty graduated from high school she had another opportunity.
Betty was asked to dance for one of the nation’s first TV broadcasts.
This was just one more promise to Betty that show business was hers
and her father’s wish for her to go to college was a thing of the past.

In the years ahead there were many changes in entertainment, and
Betty’s job didn’t go into theatre. She became part of a new vision.
She indeed became the one who ventured into the unexpected,
where she started as a star in radio then she moved into television.

In Betty’s first break she sang the song “Slow boat to China”
and “Somebody Loves You”. This was decidedly Betty’s foremost premier.
An orchestra leader seeing her talent helped her to be seen and
this break was a big start which enabled Betty’s cherished career

Betty then played bit parts in the Great Gildersleeve a spin off from Fibber McGee and Molly and this show was appreciated and revered.
Betty then delved into a new responsibility as a radio host. Thus, “This is your FBI Crime drama” even drew out J.M. Edgar Hoover’s cheers!

*One of her successes was a local game show named Grab your Phone.
She worked there a “full year”with four girls who were phoning guests
each asking a question from each rival until the winner was decided.
Betty was a game show “talent” happy in how her career progressed.

Betty was so good at this ‘game’ that she was on a new game show.
It was called Make the Connection but the show ended far too soon,
Yet, Betty was a game show talent and she continued to progress.
Thus, in her future she will win an Emmy and will also find her groom!
©️LGE Jan 6, 2023

The ridiculousness nowadays are passwords.
Before who really cared what that idiom means.
We didn’t care about safety in using the Internet.
We found our friends through much safer things!

For not too long we’re tasked to change our PW.
Should it be totally new or change a few letters?
But sometimes we have to make long ones too:
The preponderance-are numbers so much better?

I find it great to use gibberish but only as a joke.
Not when I want to get with a friend on Facebook
Finding the last password is not what I thought,
so once again I found a new PW and hoped it took.

Then the PW is not good enough so I then try again,
times how many who knows so too many PWs later-
I make a phone call to a nonexistent entity for help
where what I enter in my phone will become safer!

But again it is gibberish of which I decidedly detest!
So again I’m forced to write something meaningless.
I really want my words in a letter to send in snail mail
instead of chatting with my friends with the Internet!

But “thoroughly modern” Linda will then still persist
by using the Internet because she will not let it win!
So she carries a logbook recording all of her PW’s
but now puzzled as to which-she must begin-again!
©️LGE April 22, 2023

You I treasure for inciting my heart song.

Not as most, my soul has now changed.

My heart is stroked with a soft melody.

My tears emote my tenderness for you.

I love you and I sing for no one but you.

Inside me is a beautiful bird ready to fly

to the far distant city where you await.

There I will send you a feather of silk

and will cause your heart to be open

as I sing to you with such soulfulness.

©️ LGE 3-8-2023

As the sultry effulgence of Summer recedes

and the mellowness of Autumn has thus, appeared,

I feel the flawless radiance still within our own hearts,

for clouds are still without us and our passion is intense.

My love for you is as a cornucopia within my soul.

The abundance of brilliance inside my heart abounds

with a passion for you with such an intensity that I sob,

yet as night draws near it is peace that abides in my heart.

©️LGE November 7, 2023

Writing can be so lonely.

We write within a fantasy

yet at the end of the day

life carried on without us.

Our characters are real

living within what we plan.

Yet our life didn’t stay still

we just seemed to miss it!

Being away from our novel

is certainly quite necessary

Thus, we fear we will forget

what’s still within our hearts.

Then we are within the book

Again rejoicing in that world

Living within our characters

Being one with their hearts

©️LGE August 6, 2024

Writing can be so lonely.

We write within a fantasy

yet at the end of the day

life carried on without us.

Our characters are real

living within what we plan.

Yet our life didn’t stay still

we just seemed to miss it!

Being away from our novel

is certainly quite necessary

Thus, we fear we will forget

what’s still within our hearts.

Then we are within the book

Again rejoicing in that world

Living within our characters

Being one with their hearts

©️LGE August 6, 2024

This is for you my unknown soulmate

of whom we in this lifetime have never met.

It is with you that I would share my dreams

and suppositions. With you I would

share my innermost thoughts from my

deep soul searching. With you of whom

I do not yet know and perhaps never will,

I would laugh with you at quirky thoughts

as I look at preposterous things that are

played out on this earth.

Perhaps you did not find your life partner one who searched his deepest thoughts.

Perhaps someday in another plane we will

find each other .. and rejoice in life’s simplicity.

Perhaps what we feel will not be forgotten

but shared someday in eternity.

I yearn for you - you with no name

with no existence in my life.

For days to come I will write the words

from my soul and hope it will be enough.

Perhaps I could find you someday in..that world

beyond this earthly and imperfect existence.

Perhaps we are not meant to find each other ..

but to use our longings and sadness in our forms

of art…In that way we can reach others who

can use our own lessons learned -to find that

perfect soul. But in the meantime while on this

earth I am still longing for you with no name,

for whom I could share my deep and innermost

thoughts that run deep inside my soul.

If I were to express my inner feelings they would

come out in streams of tears and in deep

forms of words-in a language I cannot speak.

Although my thoughts aren’t poetic they touch my

heart and I feel the yearning and heartfelt desire

to share these words with you. However,

I have no prospect in sight. . .Thus, with exhaustive

effort I will while still on this earth continue to form

my thoughts on blank worksheets and will think of you

of whom I have yet to meet.

©️LGE March 2, 2025

All it took was one careless act (a still smoldering

cigarette) thrown down on the forest floor to cause

a disaster. It’s not about one’s habits, it’s caring that

life matters. This one person’s careless act resulted in

much harm to more than a person but a generation.

I don’t care if you have an addiction I care about all life

Let’s take heed, truly care for others, and do what’s right.

I love people and truly care but, I love our earth as well

Thus, each day we awake let’s protect all where we dwell!

©️LGE June 26, 2023