Poetry of a flowerchild
I was a teen of the 60's,and love to remember that era,a era that was full of color,love and hope for peace.,
I still have the heart of a flowerchild.

I believe that each era in life is a lesson to help us
along the journey to find strength to stand alone,and
wisdom to stand together.







A lonely woman walks by herself

I'm almost at the end of my journey,
On the road where dreams are left,
A lonely woman walks by her self,
Where dreams of lovers,
have started to die,
There are others who before me have cried,
I've walked in the shadows of someone else,
And on the trail of tears that they left.
With lonely battles inside myself,
Of right and wrong,
Another night to walk alone.
Here I am where others have wept,
A lonely woman walks by herself.
Is this all that loving brings?
On the boulevard of broken dreams.
Sometime I see the tears of the past,
Marilyn Monroe,
and her painted smile mask,
Even Hollywood's queens,
Sometime ask,
Why doesn't love last?
As I walk on the trail where others have wept.
A lonely woman walks by her self.



Classic

When I was 16,
I found my wings,
I flew for a little while before I fell,
I rode in a pink Thunderbird,
Toward my dreams,
Some things a girl shouldn't tell.
I was made in the USA ,made to last,
You might say,Im a classic of the past,

I was a flowerchild,
Growing wild,
Have you ever heard the sings a songbird sings,
Without a word you know what it means,
My heart was young and frail,
Some things a girl shouldn't tell.
Keep my secrets is all I ask,
You might say I'm a classic of the past.
I grew up wild,
I wasa flowerchild.

When I was a young girl,in my teens,
I was 16
I found my wings,
It never occurred to me what love means,
I was too young to wear those rings,
The Thunderbird went to fast.
You may say I'm a classic of the past.
I grew up wild,
I was a flowerchild.



Has the world gone crazy?

Has the world gone crazy?or is it just me?
Is there a chance for a daisy?
Or hope for a tree?
Does the world go blind to pain?
Do I stand alone in the rain?
In a land that is called free,
Has the world gone crazy or just me?

the world gone crazy,
From what I see,
Is there a chance for the daisy?
Is there hope for the tree?
Is the world totally insane,
Is there anyone left with a brain?
Do I stand alone in the rain?
Is there a chance for the dolphin,
as she swims alone at sea?
Has the world gone crazy
Or is it just me?



Some things a woman wants to remember

Some things a woman wants to remember,
Like the flame from a burning ember,
Of dancing in the rain.
or sharing a sunset.
Some things a woman wants to forget,
Like the tears of bittersweet regret.

Some things a woman will hold dear,
Like the memory of the whisper in her ear,
and Dancing in the rain as love holds her near,
Some things a woman wants to discard,
Or just make it magically disappear,
Like her broken heart, and her secret tear.

Some things a woman wants to remember,
Some things a woman longs to forget,
Like the red rose that came one December.
The thorns of bittersweet regret,
Some things a wom,an wants to remember,
Some things a woman longs to forget.

Some things a woman wants to remember,
Like a hot fire burning flame in the cold of December,
Some things a woman wants to forget,
All of her bittersweet regret.

Some things a woman wants to remember,
Like a touch oh so tender,and the shared sunset ,
And the way love felt when they first met.
But some things a woman wants to forget.
Some things a woman wants to remember,
Like how love made her tremble,
Some things a woman wants to forget,
Like the pain that's not over yet.
Some things a woman wants to remember,
but Oh Lord
There are some things a woman wants to forget



War of loneliness

If only I could choose who to love,
But love chooses on it's on accord,
The faithless heart turns away from the words
the mind reveals in the cold lonely dark torture
I am forced to swallow love's bittersweet pills.
and feel the sorrow of love's departure.
My heart is like a warrior that bravely fights
for love's quest,
Only to feel a sword cut so deeply through the aching breast.
While there is a brave knight, who's sword would gladly rise,
My war of loneliness is lost in your eyes.



Flower seed

Some time tears of rain,
fall on my cheek,
I can't complain,
I have all I need,
God plants from pain,
A flower seed,
Thorns may grow on the stem,
But they turn into a crown.
Known by Him,

I turn into the flower from a seed,
In the hour of the weed,
The gardener's power takes care of every need,
Some tears of rain fall on my cheek,
In the pain,
a rose grows from the seed.

I looked into the night,
and fell at His feet,
I saw a light,
in the tears that I weep,
The piecing thorn cuts so deep,
A heart heals that used to bleed,
The gardeners power takes care of my every need.
I turn into a flower from the seed.



In the Shadow of a rose

I'm just a wildflower,
caught in the wind that blows,
Standing in the shadow of a rose,
Feeling the rain fall,
Sometime it touches us all,
I feel God's hand holding me close,
As I stand in the shadow of the rose.
From the dying earth,
God saw my worth,
And found beauty in my flaw,
Intertwined,

With the vine,
In my heart's invisible wall,
I feel God's hand holding me close,
As I stand in the shadow of the rose.

I'm just a wildflower,
starting to grow,
With God's power,
His seed is in my soul,
Feeling the rain fall,
Sometime it touches us all,
I feel God's hand holding me close.
Standing in the shadow of the rose.



You remind me of someone I used to know

You remind me of someone I used to know,
I left behind me many years ago,
Those blue eyes,
They held sweet lies,
And those lips I miss,
I can't lie,
Those sweet lips I kissed goodbye,
You remind me of someone I used to know,
I left behind me,many years ago.
So many years ago.

I thought I had put love behind me,
But here you are to remind me,
Of love I used to know,
I left behind me many years ago.

Those blue eyes,
So much like your eyes,
They held sweet lies...
Those blue eyes..
So sweet lips I miss I can't lie,
Those sweet lips I kissed goodbye.

How I loved him so,
You remind me of someone I used to know.
I left behind me,
but that was many years ago.





A Young hippy and a flowerchild

Just a young hippie,
just a flowerchild,
Some time I still dream,
of dancing in the fields wild,
I still the smile,
when I go back in time for awhile,
to young hippy and flowerchild.

We left the 60's and the seventies behind,
But sometime we drift back there in our mind,
And find the fields we danced in so wild,
A young hippy and a flowerchild.

I'll leave behind the past,
But let me take the memories,
is all I ask,
Of Cherry wine,
And the time,
We danced in fields so young and wild,
A young hippy,
and a flowerchild.























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