Collection of 89 Poems (Vol. 4)

By Marissa Kline-Gonzales

Marissa Kline-Gonzales published the first of her ten-volume Collection of Poems in 2016. Now approaching 1,000 poems she continues to write diverse collections, pulling from her vast experience at work, with family and relationships, personal fears, joy and death. Born in 1979 in Manila, Philippines, she was adopted at age nine and raised in Pennsylvania countryside. After graduating high school in 1998 she attended Word of Life Bible Institute. At age 20, she became a flight attendant and was based in Newark, New Jersey for the next twenty years. In 2006, she married and now has two playful kids. She wrote her first book, an autobiography, Orphaned, Fostered and Adopted, in 2009. From a poor orphan to creative writer, she will inspire, entertain and enlighten all!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marissa Kline-Gonzales
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005491383

Marissa Kline-Gonzales

AFTER GRADUATING FROM high school, Marissa Kline-Gonzales attended Word of Life Bible Institute (1999). She wrote her first book Orphaned, Fostered and Adopted, a biography about her life, in 2009. She has been a flight attendant for over 15 years, married for over 10 years and has two children. She recently published her Collections of 89 Poems in 2016. Collect all the volumes!

Book preview

WHY DO LOVERS FIGHT?

Why do lovers fight so hideously, Hating guts and striking the family When they were just lovers yesterday, Laughing and caressing with tender care?

But then disagreements start with a spark

Words come out like an arrow on a mark.

It stings deep down, hurting the soul; Not knowing what to do he lashes back too.

Hot heads are steaming like boiling water

Like a train choo-chooing on a fast motor.

This should be the time to walk and cool off

Before it goes completely out of control. But sadly it is too late; it’s harder to stop.

World War III is here with a shouting match.

One may cease but the other goes on Causing more friction and agitation. Like water on a faucet that continues to drop,

Name calling, punching is all coming out.

Siren is near. Someone called the police. Now blaming each other for making malice.

Why do lovers fight so hideously?

Soon they will be lovers again instantly.

PARANOID

Don’t want to fly

It’s scary up high.

Don’t like the zoo

Because of bird flu.

Don’t want to travel

Many terrorists there.

Don’t go swimming

There are germs floating.

Don’t shake hands

You’ll be sick in bed.

Don’t eat that

I warned you a lot.

Don’t drink this

You will be vomiting.

Don’t ride that

You’ll fall right out.

These are the kind of words a paranoid one would say

Leaving you fearful and doubting your day.

I know how they work, I’ve met them before;

They have no faith, hope, peace or joy. Unless you want to live a life like this You’ll end up grouchy and sorely displeased.

I FEEL PRETTY IN SKIRTS

There are days I like to wear just plain jeans

A stained shirt but I’m comfortably free To wear my pajamas all day long

My bedroom slippers in my own home.

There are days I like to dress down

Put on a sport hat and sneakers to run. To lounge around in my old shirts and shorts

To not have to look professional.

But when I put on my nice clothes

Like wearing skirts and dresses,

Feeling pretty and so graceful.

In skirts I feel more beautiful.

The way it blooms my femininity

Like wearing pink; it’s really me.

So yes I do feel prettier in skirts

But that is just me I would guess.

SCARS RUN DEEP

I look at people that I used to know They were my friends ‘long time ago. But when I remembered what they did to me

Scars run deep. I still hurt deeply. 

I used to hear those lovely songs

Fresh in my mind that encouraged me so.

But when I remembered those memories Scars run deep. I still hurt deeply.

When I would pass that certain street We used to turn there for many years. But when I remembered the woes and grief

Scars run deep. I still hurt deeply.

I used to go to that church long ago; They were a family I treasured so.

But when I remembered how they treated me

Scars run deep. I still hurt deeply.

SOME PEOPLE

Some people say they don’t do Christmas

Because it’s not the birthday of Jesus Christ.

Old Santa Claus, he is not true.

Boy! It’s hard to please people like you.

Some people don’t do Trick or Treating--

It’s Satan’s holiday, they would be saying.

But it originated from All Saints Day. Not all things you see are bad