Marcons Mixed Poems Ii

By Margaret E. Conner

an expression of my emotion. It's carefully constructed to evoke a certain response. The poem's emotion comes from me , and the response evoked in the readers. .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503544574

Margaret E. Conner

I live in Wisconsin, I grew up in an old mining town in Wisconsin that's not on a map anymore. As long as I can remember I loved to read. I like bright colors. I like writing poems. I love listening to music & I hope my poems help people. Writing them has helped me. Now I live in my hometown with my boyfriend and our two dogs.

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Copyright © 2015 by Margaret E. Conner.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2015902446

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5035-4456-7

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Rev. date: 02/27/2015

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Contents

A Letter To Mom

Ways To Deal With Thoughts

My Belief In God

Missing My Buffy

Camping

A Child

Some Parents

Is The U. S. A Glutton For War

Thoughts About Suicide

Doubt

Finding Someone

Finding A Partner

A Bad Case Of Fear

Someone In My Life

I Love Reading

Summer In Wisconsin

My Biological Dad

Why God

Bullied Over Anything

Weight And Credit Debt

Social Workers & Services

Our Four Legged Kids

Dealing With Bullies

Death

Trying To Handle Death

Suicide Is A Dangerous Thought

Money Slips Through Our Fingers

How Someone On Earth Feels

My Sisters And I

Warm Loving Memories

Can I Measure Up

From Loneliness To Contentment

A Small Town

Cutting Something Precious

Jehovah Our God

It Takes Courage To Stand UP To Bullies

Betrayal

Betrayed By A Loved One

Inflicted Mental Anguish

A House In Mifflin

My Choice Of Exercises

It’s Up To You

Our Dogs Are Jealous & Spoiled

Liars

Feelings Of People Lied Too

Going Out

A Jehovah Witness

Bible Study

The Two Of Us

My Painful Right Knee

Talk To Someone

Waiting In Clinics Or Hospitals

I Broke The Law

Why Cutting?

Going Out To Eat

The Weather

How Reading Helped Me

Enjoying Music

Hello Sunny Day

Warm Weather

Reasons To Get A Degree

Reality Of Death

After Graduation

Young People With Grit

Time Flies

Jesus’s Death

Something That’s Final

Wanting To Help

Relief, Hope, & Comfort

The Past

A Cloudy Day

Memories

Human Judging

Ordering From Home

Our Awesome God

Watching TV

Thinking About Losing Weight

Inconsiderate

Applying For Disability

Are There Enough Pantries

Jesus, God, And Changes

Our Little Animals

Trying To Figure It Out

A Memory

Has The End Started

A Letter To Mom

Dear Mom:

You have been gone a long time

In my memories you will live on

You will always be in my heart and on my mind

When I was young I thought of you and cried

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if you hadn't died

One of the memories I have is when I got my tonsils out

You took me to the place you worked and introduced me to your friends

You bought me an Ice cream cone to soothe my throat

I would have preferred a root beer float

But the memory that haunts me is when you said it was my fault I was molested

I remember being held down and a hand placed over my mouth to muffle any sound

After I was raped I talked about what happened to me and this person took advantage and you blamed me for the last one

I was eight or nine

You said I was the guilty one

I remember the gist of what you said to me

And even though you are gone these memories are still haunting me

I feel betrayed

I wish you could have stayed

I sure would like to know the answer to these memories

But I know I will be left wanting

Some days I think I comprehend what you were thinking

Especially when I heard years later that the last one was a guy you were interested in

So I wonder, would you have felt different if it had been someone you weren't interested in

All I will be able to do is speculate

I know my feelings for you will never turn to hate

All I can do is try to bury these memories and hold on to the good memories

Of the loving mother you were

Before he was introduced to the family

Of that I am sure

Sincerely Your Loving Daughter,

Margie

Ways To Deal With Thoughts

When I'm feeling down

Nothing can lift my spirits like Drift Away

Sometimes you wonder why you're supposed to stay around

From the first time I heard Drift Away by Dobie Gray

I've always felt