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Says Hunger To Me by Lindy Bates

8/2/2010

Says hunger to me, I say quiet please,
Hunger attacks without a plan,
Hunger sounds long and loud,
Growl, Growl, it says to me.

Says hunger to me, feed me please,
Feed me in the usual way,
I fear I may dye if you no,
Throw some stew in that pot.

Says hunger to me, ever so loudly,
I linger a bit, ingnoring it,
Then I open and shut the fridge door,
Ahhh, that left over roast beef, I eat.

Says hunger to me, Ahhh peace.
No more growls, no more sounds,
Hunger is gone, no....feed me howls,
My belly it sighs quietly, not now.

Linda Terrell pen name Lindy Bates
August 2, 2010

To Soon by Lindy Bates

5/3/2009

He lay his hand upon mine,
soon we both shined.
He rescued my heart,
just in time,
I was loosing control,
I feared too,
maybe even my soul.
his big brown eyes,
sent within me, a glow,
so bold, so free,
could he, possibly love me.
now I may never know,
I think of him now,
still, when it snows,
to soon I walked away,
to regret now every day.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
May 3. 2009

Spring Day By Day by Lindy Bates

4/7/2009

Springs weather brings changing,
All aglow yet so rearranging,
Little lilly, blooming bud in sunlight,
Never knowing tomorrow the what might,
Be rain or snow, little petals lift to glow,
Yellow blossoms toward the sun,
Little children through them run,
To pick a hand full for fun of day,
April not yet May.

Still a chill comes from the North,
Snow riding on the winds blow forth,
Dreams of minds gently fade,
Like watching the end of a parade,
Lillies petals fall fare, floating in the wind
Little lilly, now just a memory in the mind.

Lindy Bates

I think little yellow lillies represent the first sign of spring, but maybe not always.

Painter Like A Poet by Lindy Bates

4/7/2009

A painter his canvas he gently bushes,
paint flowing in emotional rushes.

A poet gently arranges each word,
from the eyes mind lovely or obsurd.

A reaction from ones mind does unflold,
Be it fellings warm or cold.
soft or bold.

A poet, A painter capture ones heart,
Both entwine for a moment, to each other become a part.

Love from mind to Creation,
A creative souls sinsation.

Lindy Bates
April 7,2009

Fiction's Dreams----Aflight by Lindy Bates

4/6/2009

What if we were living on a floating tumor.
In the belly of a monster.
Not on the home we know as earth to what we refer.

What if we were living on a simple lost pebble,
drifting floating in mid-air, yet so acceptable,
Far away,a world we know and call home, that's so reliable.

These things are fantasy, made up of such fiction,
fantacy to some, a reading addiction,
to be tangled in a world of make believe,
A new demension to emagine or conceive,
A high of reading delight to achive,

So grab a fiction book with sheer delight,
To invision in dreamland every night,
With simple fantasy we drift away, tonight,
upon wings of dreams fiction flight.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell

Getty up go by Lindy Bates

4/6/2009

Getty up go,
Does life go to slow,

Getty up go,
Life for all to know,

Getty up go,
Laughs lightly flow,

Getty up go,
Leaping upon life aglow,

Getty up go,
birghdays mounting, in woe,

getty up go,
Days experiences we gladly stow,

getty up go,
Wrinkles of wisdom now to soon show,

Getty up go,
Making memories, leaping fast or slow,

Getty up go,
Riding life's raging rivers we swiftly rowe,

Pen name: Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell

This is for my dear friend Sue..Happy Birthday Sue.

Dancing Red Kite by Lindy Bates

4/6/2009

Big red kite,
Dancing upon March winds
High above my home in flight,

Big red kite,
I view with delight,
Tree lims, a vast waiting fright,

Big red kite,
Oh dreams to happily re-write,
Bringing joy to every young girl or boy,

Big red kite,
Glowing in air so bright,
We gasp, we quickly pull the string so tight,
Big Vast limbs, Oak as he smiles, feeling contrite,

Big red kite,
Kissing the breezes so right,
Dancing on March winds, leaping below sunslight,in delight,

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 6, 2009

Hop Scotch----memories by Lindy Bates

4/6/2009

Hop Scotch,
Whoola hoops,
Metal skates,
Skinned knee fates.

Tricycles
Bicycles,
Motorcycles,
Dripping popcicles,

Hot wheels,
Pin wheels,
Spinning on all wheels,

Paper dolls,
Silly phone calls,
Cartoon calls,

Mickey mouse,
Mighty mouse,
Tom and Jerry in the house,

Poodle skirt,
Ben Casey shirts,
Castles made, digging dirt,
Boy next door, fun to flirt.
ohhhh frozen chocolate dessert.

Oh my the fun, fun, fun, of growing up,
And loving friendly licks, of one's cuddling fluffy pup.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 6, 2009

Silly little poem of the fun things many of us enjoyed so long ago..

Life's Tomorrows by Lindy Bates

4/5/2009

Vast green lands,
flowing white sands,
Oh how I wish,
to go fish,
among Gods created senery.

Tomorrow is another day
I will continue to pray,
viewing life's sunny skies,
where my heart lies,
to cast my pole up and high.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 5, 2009

I like to go fishing with my friends
To see nature first hand.

Visions entwined by Lindy Bates

4/5/2009

So long ago I used to smoke,
Now that smell, it makes me choke,
Just a drag to make my day,
To deeply sigh, and sway,
A comfort, a bit array.
Now years have passed,
I gladly sigh at long last,
That temptaion is one of the past.

Coffee and tea equal caffine,
Keeps me small and lean,
Both still a vice of mine,
With my nerves they daily entwine,
On occasion at day ends, sip of wine,
To savor, yet lingering in my mind,
The money I saved on smokes,
Visions some day, a vacation near the tyne.

Today and Tomorrow by Lindy Bates

4/5/2009

Oh what a day,
In total dismay,
The sweeper broke,
Grandma nearly had a stroke,
The micorwafe broken too,
Oh what a day, oh what will I do.

The big gray cat had kittens one, two, three,
The lightning hit the backyard tree,
The roof now leaks,
Hope it doesn't rain for weeks.

The car broke down,
All I do is frown,
Fixing this mess, so sad and blue,
Using only duct tape and glue,
Oh what a day, oh what shall I do.

A friend dropped of a sweeper,
Yard sale replaced my microwave disaster,
Patches of tar upon the roof,
Fido loves the new kittens, woof, woof,
Car out of gas, now runs again.
Prolems solved but tomorrow awaits.
Paint to apply on the garden fence and gates.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 5, 2009

Flowering Romantic by Lindy Bates

4/5/2009

Jump and rise little flower,
To the sky forward tower,
Such a loving power,
Amidst the magnolias, lillies, and sunflowers,
Stretch higher and higher, so tall and proud.
Sky or bust each have vowed.
Luxuroius rain showers,
Generously teasing the tiny flowers,
Gently tappy at it's listful leaves,
With the breeze the strong stalk weaves.
Cast about from side to side, as in a sentual dance.
Pedals brushing one another,in a romantic trance,
Pollun, pollun, in the wind,
From one to another, as a lover had sinned.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 5, 2009

Loving Passion by Lindy Bates

4/5/2009

You once sped past me in the night,
You gave me such delight,
You made paths, mine to yours unite.
You give me an awful fright,
You now chase me in my dreams,
You linger always in my mind,
You once to me was so kind,
You hold a place in my heart,
You and I there will never part,
Keep my Love your distance,
For if we should venture together again,
we may burn with such loving passion,
for one another, life would end.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell

Whispering Whimzy by Lindy Bates

4/4/2009

Whispering Whimzy,
Whispering Whimzy,
A tiny voice of sheer delight,
Sent upon this world in flight,

It made me eat all that cake,
And throw the cat in the lake,
Yet another mistake.

Some talk of angels,
Sent of a Godly missions,
To save a live,
Of his vast creations.
True of those strong in Faith,
But I ask with such care,
What makes the little boys,
Pull little girls hair,
As I ask with such dare,
What makes little girls
Gossip of selfish tales.

Upon the vast wings of,
Whispering Whimzy they all fly,
Not a thought of how or why,
To parents wishes they deny,
God bless us all,
Guard us day and night,
From Whispering Whimsy's on flight,
Strong Faith keeps him out of sight.

Lindy Bates or
Linda Terrell

Such a fast breeding monsterin these times,
(TEMPTATION)
I call temptation--- Whispering Whimzy in this poem.

As I watched from afar by Lindy Bates

4/29/2009

As I watched from afar,
while I walked briskly,
in the dark, Stars shining,
down one we.

As I watched from afar,
he climbed up the hill,
quietly and still.

As I watched from afar,
his clothes blended in,
greens browns, covers him,
not disclosing any skin.

As I watched from afar
he rested against the tree,
just me watching he,
he pulled his gun,
up too his chin,
not even a grin,
briskly flying like the wind,
that deer run near him.

As I watched from afar,
he pulled the trigger,
aiming with vigor,
he stopped to see it drop,
just a sad quick flop,
as I watched from afar,
beneath those fading early morns stars,
What I had witnessed by-far,
some might consider bizarre.

As I watched from afar,
the shining knife,
as glimmering as a bright star,
he placed it in the deers belly,
gripped tightly to pull,
his large hands, splattered brutally,
like red jelly, warm steam rose,
his persistence for-told,
he a hunter so bold,
For his family, the food,
as killing,
might not be for just the hunt.

As I watched form afar,
I his son, his bright star,
valuable lesson learned,
as stomach churned,
a hunters knife shines so bright,
in the early morning light,
With it meal time comes,
to hunters family,
all winter long.

Linda Terrell
April 29,2009

I live in an area where deer cause unnecessary car wrecks darting from trees by twos and trees. Hunting here is for the purpose of eliminating deer just as one would spray bug spray to eliminate pesky spiders or ants. A hunting mans life

Days go by by Lindy Bates

4/28/2009

I wake to find,
I still, fair of mind,
Impossibly, days array.
Glistening captures, the day,
as sun-rays.
Simple gestures, loving ventures,
friendly movements discovered,
in slower measures.

Night falls, I sit and wonder,
I alone ponder, days past events,
Of minds many quickening memories.
I spy my bed, just a pace away.
Oh, what a long day.

Lindy Bates
April, 28, 2009

A glorious Gift by Lindy Bates

4/12/2009

Eternity for ever,
promised to me,
a sinner set free.

His loving spree,
granted love galore.
he once parted the river
shore to shore,

Yet still had time
love to give, to all adore.
Easter's so sad but glorious day.
for upon him we gladly pray.
today if we may.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 12, 2009

I have written many poems today but this is for Easter
to show the true meaning of the day....Of Christ who died for us so long a go.

Pink Peonies by Lindy Bates

4/12/2009

Seems just yesterday was graduation,
Friends and family in and out,
All gathering and running about,
Upon the mantal sits a lovely crystal vase,
With a golden glistening base,
Filled with full bloomed pink peonies.

In the quiet of the room I sit to watch
the petals of the pink peonies one by one fall.
Upon the lovely doillies, pink petals piled tall,
I watched till they were all gone.

As years go by, friends and family I have lost,
In the spring and among the frost,
I watched them fall one by one.
Some moved or we parted and others just passed on.

Now in the spring in the quiet of this room,
Outside sunlight forces all flowers to bloom,
I feel each year the simple gloom,
Of the ones I lost to soon.

As I now sit in the spring,
for me, no church bells ring,
I watch the petals of the pink peonies fall.
as my aging posture turns to sprawl.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell

Fairy Dreams by Lindy Bates

4/10/2009

Last night I had a dream,
But was it really, or did it just seam.

I gazed upon a stupendious delight,
Of glistening sparkling fairy's in flight.

As I approached
Forward they coached.

Fairy's in the hallway,
Dancing one by one,
Up and down the stair case,
Flying swiftly over doillies, made of fancy lace.

Monkies in the garden,
Jumping all about,
An Elephant in the kitchen,
Sipping coffee through his snout.

Now if this wasn't enough,
I caught a tiger chewing tobaccoo snuff,
He leaped over the coffee table,
To greet his wife, he called Mable.

"Dear," he replied,
As the yelping coyotee outside sighed,
Do keep you lovely coat clean
And your mind ever so keen.

The coyotee entered, flopped down upon the couch,
As the kangroo checked her fury pouch,
From that pouch peeked a smiling raindeer,
Upon it's face I spotted it's silly snear.

I leaned back to laugh at such a redculess sight,
Then with a glimpse of a mouse, he eyes bulged with fright.

He pulled, tugged, grabbed the end of the big green slug,
The mouse lid on his back, he smiled so snobbishly smug,
As the Gazel in the corner drank hot chocolate from a mug.

Then I awoke to spy with my sleepy eye,
Fairy glitter sprinkled low and high,
I scratched my head in wonder, was it really a dream,
Or might it have been, a fairy's silly magical scheme.

Lindy Bates
Linda Terrell
April 10, 2009

I like to make up silly children's stories and fantacy fiction tales...Just shows all the silly thoughts our minds are capable of. Hope it brings a smile to your face.

Upon My Roof by Lindy Bates

3/28/2009

A big old brown bear upon my roof,
It sounds like a raindeers hoof.

That big old brown bear upon my roof.
It growled but nigh a woof woof.

That big old brown dog upon my roof
I listened, yet I remained aloof.

That big old brown dog with metal paws,
But nigh a cat's claws.

That big old calico cat upon my roof,
I heard it meow and mewo and meow.

There were 7 little kittens coming from my roof.
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

Linda Bates

I wrote this to entertain my dear little grandaughters.
Two of them are spending the night at grandmas tonight.