Contributor: Lori Wyman

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With the budding of the trees
I see her face.
Warmth and a sweet taste to life
now gone inexplicably.
A sadness to the earth
below me as I dream
to be with her again.


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I am 53-years-old and I live in Minneapolis with my best friend and my two Siamese cats. I've written poems and stories that have been published and my ultimate goal is to publish a book.

Contributor: Lori Wyman

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The butterfly floats beyond the billowy clouds,
carried away by the whistling wind.

The orange sun above shines down upon God’s creation,
illuminating her dusty wings in a rainbow of color.

She gracefully flutters upon the shadows of the earth,
spreading her sweetness and light.

She breathes in humanity and becomes a quiver of fluorescence.


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I'm 53 years old and I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I love to write and am in the process of publishing a manuscript that I've just finished and have been writing for 30 years. I live with my best friend and adore my two Siamese cats. I work as a Sales Representative at Petsmart stores.

Contributor: Lori Wyman

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The delicately carved petal of the peach rose
sits in the sun casting its shadow upon
the newly blossoming bud of a yellow orchid.
The bloom of the orange, red and white hibiscus
springs up through the fence
lighting up the flower bed with its array of color.
The green and white-striped ground covering
and hostas spread their dewy freshness
on the flowers above.

The honey-dipped jonquils and the yellow-tipped daisies
stand tall beneath the majestic spruce trees
and God’s artistry and splendor are all in its glory.


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I'm 53 years old and I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I love to write and am in the process of publishing a manuscript that I've just finished and have been writing for 30 years. I live with my best friend and adore my two Siamese cats. I work as a Sales Representative at Petsmart stores.

Contributor: Lori Wyman

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I hear echoes from the wild beckoning me to come out and play,
and whispers in the night from such sweet sounds somewhere far away.
I call to the gentle stillness of the land that can’t be heard,
I dare not to speak but hear, “Don’t you say a word.”
This silent beauty that breathes my name,
speaks to me through Mother Nature’s game.
The gift of peace that from the Earth abounds,
is but for a chosen few who don’t speak a sound.
“Only the wise,” the bird does say,
“hear my cries of my young and my prey.
I know the deaf and the blind you see,
they’re too busy hurrying to care about me.
So I sing my song to the quiet and in part,”
“and our songs in the night,” Mother natures whispers,
“are for those who listen with their heart.”


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I'm 53 years old and I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I love to write and am in the process of publishing a manuscript that I've just finished and have been writing for 30 years. I live with my best friend and adore my two Siamese cats. I work as a Sales Representative at Petsmart stores.

Contributor: Lori Wyman

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I’m never good enough,
I feel like crap.
Don’t look too closely,
take a step back.
Things that bother me,
others may not notice.
What is my purpose? Turn my focus,
to the sun, the stars, the wind and the rain,
to the moon, the sky and the earth to gain.
My heart is at peace and all is serene,
tomorrow looks different,
my slate will be clean.
Turn my head and all will seem new,
yesterday’s fears are all but a few.
Take my focus off of me,
and see my purpose entirely.
Break the ties that bind my mind,
to my body and spirit and all that I find.
Blind the eyes that curse myself,
and let me think of something else.
Sear the thoughts that think bad things,
so that I am free to laugh and to sing.
Take my focus off of me,
and feel my desires entirely.
Let me live as one with hope,
through all the stress so that I may cope.
To my surprise within all that lies,
I turned my focus and no more demise.
Two days later I stepped on the scale,
and shed four pounds,
no more beached whale.
My clothes are at last loose,
and I am thinner.
All that hard work,
and now a nice dinner.
Turn my head and all will seem new,
yesterday’s fears are all but a few.
Just when I thought that I was over,
sunshine stepped in with a four-leaf clover.
Bless the heart that still sees life sweetly,
jellybeans, flowers and chocolates wrapped neatly.
Let me live with one mind, body and soul,
that beats to a new heartbeat so that I may live whole.


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I'm 53 years old and I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I love to write and am in the process of publishing a manuscript that I've just finished and have been writing for 30 years. I live with my best friend and adore my two Siamese cats. I work as a Sales Representative at Petsmart stores.