Word
Gems
What is a
man but the sum of his thoughts?
Poetry:
Kelly Wynne Pavese
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QUESTIONS
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What is pretentious, and
what is real?
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Why am I too numb to
feel?
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On our search for what is
best,
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What purpose is our life,
our quest?
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Why does it so often
seem,
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What awakeness lacks, we
find in dreams?
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Where does soul go when we
die?
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To another plane where,
again, we try...
TO SHERIDAN
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The following is
a poem I wrote for Sheridan, my 11 year old
niece. She had a "falling out" with
a friend who hurt her feelings, so this was my
attempt to make her smile.
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Sometime, if you're feeling
down,
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Just stop and take a look
around
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And soon you'll see that
you're the BEST,
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You stand so tall, above
the rest.
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In my eyes, and in others'
too,
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No one can compare to
you.
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So ignore those words that
bring you down,
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'Cause you're the Queen who
wears the crown!
FOR A CO-WORKER ABOUT TO
RETIRE
Remember many years ago
When we first "met" on the
phone....
A bond was formed between us,
Our friendship's seeds were sown.
Since that time we've shared so much
I thank God for every minute
That I've had the chance to share my life
With a great friend like you in it.
Now that you're retiring,
I want to let you know
How much I'm going to miss you,
It's so hard to watch you go.
As the time of your retirement
And last "working day" draws near,
I know I'll see you often
But I can't help but shed a tear!
I wish you a life of happiness
In everything you do
One that's filled with answered prayers,
Where all your dreams come
true.
A HALLOWEEN POEM
written for my
niece when she was 5 years old
It's Halloween, and all seems well,
What the dark night brings, only time will
tell.
Kids in costumes yell, "Trick or
Treat!",
Unaware of whom they'll meet.
Suddenly, there is a sound,
And monsters come from all around.
A ghost, a goblin, then Frankenstein
Allow no child to escape in time.
The children, then, are forced to walk,
Too afraid to scream or talk.
Finally, the monsters stop,
And demand the bags of treats be dropped.
A ghost then screams in a voice that's
haunted,
"Your bags of treats are all we wanted!"
IN MEMORY OF O.T.
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This is the poem
I wrote for my stepdad (who was, to me, my REAL Dad). He was a
retired fireman, loved by all. He lost his life to leukemia, 4
years ago, and I read this poem at his funeral. (The funeral
service for him was so beautiful... standing room only, with
firemen and firetrucks lining the buildings and streets.
Absolutely amazing.) My stepdad's name was "Orval Theodore
Lutz." He was called by the name "O.T." by
everyone, the initials of "Orval Theodore."
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Here is a story that has
never been told
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About a man I had met when
I was just 3 years old.
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The night I had met him, he
was my Mom's first date,
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And I wanted to see him,
even though it was late.
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When told by my Mom to go
back to bed,
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I continued to stand there,
and ignored what she'd said.
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Then this man said to
me,
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"Do what she says, you
had better,
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Or I'll just have to
leave", then he grabbed his red sweater.
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With that threat in mind, I
KNEW I had better
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Go back to bed before he,
again, grabbed his sweater.
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The point of this story is
that even at 3,
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I already loved this man
named "O.T."
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When he and Mom married, I
was so excited and glad
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That I could now, finally,
call him my "Dad."
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Ever since then, I have not
for a minute
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Wanted to live life
without O.T. in it.
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He was respected by all of
the people who knew him,
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And the most special people
I know, are those I met through him.
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O.T. was the epitome of
calmness and strength,
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To help those he cared for,
he would go to great lengths.
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Whenever my life seemed
confusing and dark,
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The light would soon
follow, and O.T. was the spark.
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And although he is absent
from my immediate sight,
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He shall always remain the
spark of my light.
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Each day I thank God for
having been blessed
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With a Dad like O.T., he
was the "Best of the Best"....
PRESIDENT BUSH AND THE
WAR
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The following
poem was written from my strong emotions/opinions regarding
(ex)President Bush and the war that is still continuing today.
Forgive me if I offend you or anyone else who may read this,
because that is not my intention. I merely vented my emotions on
these issues by putting pen to paper, and I didn't stop 'till I
felt I'd written enough to get my point across. This was written
at the start of the war, several years ago:
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Why on earth are we at
war?
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Where are the weapons we
went searching for?
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On the day we voted for
President,
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The ballots were altered,
the betrayal was evident.
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Al Gore was clearly winning
the race
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When, suddenly, Bush took
over first place.
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Our Country is often
informed with just lies,
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And the truth that we seek,
the politicians disguise.
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So now we're at war, which
should never have started,
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From so many loved ones
we've sadly been parted.
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A Commandment from God,
"Thou Shall Not Kill,"
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Was not meant to be
altered, nor changed at man's will.
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Why can't both Countries
back down and refuse
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To continue a battle where
both sides will lose?
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It is, once again, clear
for every person to see
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That Freedom is costly, and
in no way is free.
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Why, you ask, are we at
war?
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Because Bush is our
President,
When it should've been
Gore......
A POEM FOR 'PRETTY'
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On the last day of
"2005,"
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a pet named "Pretty" came
into our lives.
So unexpected was this guest,
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that circumstances weren't
at their best.
"Take her back to the store,
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to the pet shop where she'd
lived before!"
I, however, couldn't do it,
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she belonged with me and
deep down, I knew it.
You could cut the tension with a knife,
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as we tried to plan this
rabbit's life.
She was, finally, allowed to stay,
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but soon I noticed in
dismay
This rabbit had two broken bones,
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yet she never let her pain
be known.
By a "vet" she was inspected,
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who said her leg was quite
infected.
A date for surgery was quickly set,
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to try to heal my precious
pet.
When her day for surgery had arrived,
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I planned to pick her up,
alive.
Instead we had her put to sleep,
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this pet I tried so hard to
keep.
How I'd prayed for her to stay,
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but God chose to take her
anyway.
When I look for her and she's not there,
And my
broken heart feels too much to bear,
I remind myself that I was
blessed
To have had an Angel as my guest....
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NOTE: The reason she was put to sleep was because the
infection that had started in her leg, had now
spread
throughout her body. The vet was even
going to amputate her
leg, if that would save her
life, but it was too late... Also:
"Pretty"'s leg was already
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broken when my friend bought her for me, and after
much
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investigation, it was discovered that her leg was already
broken
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at
the pet store!! They even admitted that they "accidently"
sold
her, that they did not plan to put her up for sale
with a
broken leg! Horrible, isn't it??? -- Kelly
FRIENDS TO FOES
From friends to lovers
To
rivals to foes....
Another past love affair
Turned-tale-of
woes....
REGRET
Regret is stifling, a killing of
soul
For its paralyzing grip will take its crass toll.
To
dwell on those actions wished never been taken
Neglects in God's
eyes we shall not be forsaken.
Regret is a time warp of life in
the past
It can rob a man's future and diminish it, fast.
Just
as ill health can hinder activity,
A life of regret keeps soul in
captivity.
IN MEMORY OF "GRAP"
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Once in a great while, we
cross the path of someone
who can be described as generous,
loving, considerate and
wise beyond words...Someone whose
presence is
welcomed and, put simply, a pleasure to be around.
It is,
indeed, a blessing to meet such a person, although
the
word "blessing" is an understatement when the person
in
question is my Grandpa. He has been more than a
blessing... He
has touched my life in ways that
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mere words can only begin
to describe.
"Grap," as I called him, (as does most of his
family),
was, to me, the epitome of the perfect family man,
an
absolute hero and ideal role model. Looking back on
my
childhood, I envision wonderful memories of him, of
all
that he gave to his family, of all that he was. As I've
grown
older, I've realized just how much wisdom he
possessed,
and how eager he was to share this wisdom with
others.
Not once did I walk away from him without having
learned
something new, without having become more
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enlightened than I was the
day before.
Grap's purpose in life was to live with my
Grandma,
"Gram," by his side. "Cookie" was what he
affectionately
called her, and his unconditional love for her
beamed
through his very being. Every time I'd speak with him,
he
bragged about Gram, explained how awestruck he was
with
her, and how no one in the world could EVER compare
to her. (I
told you he was wise), and how June 21st was the
best day of
his life....the day he married Gram, 65 years ago.
I remember
seeing Grap cry twice in my life: Once was
when Bobbi, my
cousin, had her near-fatal car accident,
and the other was when
I had mine. He looked at me in the
hospital bed, then turned
around and started sobbing
uncontrollably. All I wanted was
for him to be O.K.,
to not be so sad, and to know that I WOULD
be fine.
I believe that's how Grap feels right now as he looks
down
from Heaven upon us. Grap was an Angel on earth,
and
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now he is with God in the
beautiful place in which he belongs.
I believe in my heart that
Grap was sent from Heaven to
enlighten and to show the true
meaning of love.
It may feel as if a door has closed, shutting
us
out from being with Grap whom we love so
much, but do not
despair... For another door will open
someday, and as we pass
through this door, we shall
reunite with Grap and remain by his
side forever, from here
through eternity....
TO "GOG," MY
GREAT-GRANDMOTHER
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Written
approx. 5 years after she passed away, 11-18-91.
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"Gog, I am writing this to
YOU. Anyone else who'd read
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what I'm about to write
would probably think I was 'far-fetched.'
Today was the date of
your funeral, 11-18. I
hadn't realized this, so what I felt
today was even more
incredible...What I felt was YOU, or a
scent of you, right
when I got out of the shower. I grabbed a
brown towel,
and the scent of you was overwhelming. A scent
of
the perfume that you used to wear, which I hadn't
smelled
since you that last time I had seen you.
I've been feeling a
special bond with you for the past
two years (as I'm sure you
know), a comforting feeling
that you are watching over me.
Sometimes I've even
felt guilt when your presence is felt, when
I'm 'living wrong'...
Gog, I know you are here. For some
incredible reason,
you have chosen to stand beside me to remind
me that
you and I are, in soul, very much alike. I love you...I
feel
closer to you now than when you were alive. Perhaps
it's
because I was too young to appreciate your intensity.
I
just want you to know that now I DO appreciate your
intensity, so much in fact, that I will adhere to your
silent,
yet strong guidance, and let my conscience be congruent
with your own.
In closing, you have made an impact on my life
and
my soul. You and I are 'one and the same,' except
that
you were meant to live your life almost a century
before me. I
want to thank you for re-entering my life;
Then again, I guess
you never really left...."
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LOVE IS MAGNETIC
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August 8,
1989
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Love is magnetic.
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A soul with a heart as cold
as ice,
the human being who hypnotically paces along in an
existence
void of love CAN and WILL be driven to the awakening
of love.
How? Simply by being in the
company of another who LIVES
love; The one who embraces
this empty being with a hug,
or reminds him that he, too, is
lovable. Keep in
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mind that it is true that
love can leave one with
a broken heart... For love is never
predictable, never consistent.
A love so engulfed within
another can be taken away, either
by death, a misunderstanding
or resentment. Being such a
powerful, soul-consuming
necessity, any doubt of the
reciprocation of one's love can
cause a pain which parallels no
other. The bottom line,
however, (if there IS a bottom line), is
that the satisfaction
of loving another with all of one's heart and
soul, and the
inner knowing that another life has been enhanced
by this
emotional "sacrifice," there is no better conclusion to
draw
than this: Any love given or shared returns tenfold to the one who
walks in the footsteps of love's magnificent
essence....
TOO LATE TO LIVE IN THE
MOMENT
11-9-88... a song by Neil Diamond
is playing on
the radio as I write this... Play Me
Have you ever in
your life had a certain
regret, one that, when a song reminds
you of
your neglect of a loved one, tears your
soul
apart?.....Tears at your emotional "strings"
with a
relentless vengeance...A regret that
consumes your very soul, so
much so that
your emotions become "numb" to the pain.
I don't
think there is a more barren,
panicky feeling than that of the
realization that
it is too late to "live in the moment"; Unable
to
repair what was broken, or to find what was lost.
It is
then when you realize that physically,
a loved one is no longer
in your life, and emotionally,
you are haunted by the memories
that will cease to ever
fade away... *Kelly W. Pavese
I WALK IN SILENCE THROUGH THE
DOOR
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June, 2009 - a
poem I wrote for Jennifer, Sheridan's Mom,
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now in a
convalescent center, after her car accident
I walk in silence through
the door
And throw my car keys on the floor.
Haunting thoughts
I can't erase
Consume me as I leave this place.
When I look
into your vacant eyes
Your soul seems, somehow, in
disguise.
I sit and start to reminisce
Back to when you
weren't like this.
Back to when you talked and smiled
Laughed
and lived your life in style.
Since your wreck, so much has
changed
So many lives, now rearranged.
For no one had a single
clue
The plans that fate had made for you.
Plans that put your
life on hold
And became this tragic story, told.
Though we're
drowning in confusion,
I can only draw this one conclusion:
If
we hold fast to the notion
That prayer can set our faith in
motion,
Soon we'll find that when we call,
Our prayers are
answered after all....
"What we pray for in the end,
Is to
share our lives once more, with Jen
She's a mother, daughter,
sister, friend
Let her second chance at life begin..."
KARMA
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Karma is the classic ideology
of "what goes around, comes around"; indeed, more often than not,
Karma shows its face when we least expect it; when we think our
negative, sometimes harmful actions have eluded us, have
allowed us to escape unpunished, we're suddenly thrown into the
abyss of Karma's “payback”; when we think our
good deeds have gone unnoticed, we find ourselves face to face
with the wonderful rewards and acknowledgements that only Karma is
able to bestow upon us. Karma tends to show its face not
immediately nor instantly; ironically, when our past actions,
whether good or bad, have slipped away from our memory, almost
forgotten, Karma will inevitably appear, to inflict its
punishments on the evil or pay its rewards to the Godly. That is
one thing that is certain in this life, the one thing that can
never be disputed, ignored or denied. It is one piece in the
puzzle of the mystery of life, almost the meaning of life in and
of itself. For Karma, created by the Highest
of Powers, never wavers in its intention.
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Kelly Wynne Pavese (June, 2011)
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