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I asked her, in her tiny bed


While covering her toes,


If any lasting words, unsaid,


Would carry out in oath.


 


Her wrinkled nose, in painful pose;


She turned to face my own.


A dainty little folded note,


She placed into my hold.


 


But as her breath kept dry- she died,


No subtlety shone through;


Nothing left to recollect;


No substance but the truth.


 


Behind me not a word was drawn


But in this lasting reach;


With hesitation come and gone


I so began to read:


 


“Dry your eyes and with your fingers


Wrap my body, soft and limber,


Or Release my ashes before the winter;


Scatter them in clay.”


 


I asked her, from her tiny lips,


The need to be alone,


If any lasting words, unsaid,


Would carry out in oath.


 


Her gentle eyes, in pity, smiled;


She turned and gestured no.


And followed still, with all her will


She forced at me a note.


 


But when no words gave birth - she died,


No sunny days shone through;


Nothing left but to repent;


No substance like the truth.


 


Behind me, with the curtains drawn,


I felt the tear drops bleed;


With hesitation come and gone


I so began to read:


 


“When Spring comes thaw, come with your two hands;


Plant me lilies, daisies,  roses and


Placed in the earth they’ll form to stand,


To feed me sun and rain”.

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THE LAST RE-RECORD I'M FOLLOWING UP ON - IT'S A POEM I PUBLISHED ABOUT A CHILD WHO'S ACCEPTED THEY WILL DIE AND HAVE MADE REQUESTS FOR AFTER THEY'VE GONE. ENJOY - I'LL PROBABLY DO MORE READINGS IF THIS AUDIO ACTUALLY WORKS. THANKS! HAPPY RECORDING!


 


I asked her, in her tiny bed


While covering her toes,


If any lasting words, unsaid,


Would carry out in oath.


 


Her wrinkled nose, in painful pose;


She turned to face my own.


A dainty little folded note,


She placed into my hold.


 


But as her breath kept dry- she died,


No subtlety shone through;


Nothing left to recollect;


No substance but the truth.


 


Behind me not a word was drawn


But in this lasting reach;


With hesitation come and gone


I so began to read:


 


“Dry your eyes and with your fingers


Wrap my body, soft and limber,


Or Release my ashes before the winter;


Scatter them in clay.”


 


I asked her, from her tiny lips,


The need to be alone,


If any lasting words, unsaid,


Would carry out in oath.


 


Her gentle eyes, in pity, smiled;


She turned and gestured no.


And followed still, with all her will


She forced at me a note.


 


But when no words gave birth - she died,


No sunny days shone through;


Nothing left but to repent;


No substance like the truth.


 


Behind me, with the curtains drawn,


I felt the tear drops bleed;


With hesitation come and gone


I so began to read:


 


“When Spring comes thaw, come with your two hands;


Plant me lilies, daisies,  roses and


Placed in the earth they’ll form to stand,


To feed me sun and rain”.

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WAIT, NO - THIS IS THE SECOND LAST RE-RECORD I HAD TO POST LOL - OK SO I THINK THERE ARE NO MORE TINY SONGS. WHEN I VENTURE OFF TO KOREA OR JAPAN TO TEACH ENGLISH THIS YEAR, I WILL BE ALSO INVESTING IN SOME SUITABLE RECORDING DEVICES HMMM BUT NOT UNTIL THEN. HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE! IT'S FINALLY FEELING LIKE SPRING! XO

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I THINK THIS IS THE SECOND LAST POST I NEED TO RE-RECORD FOR YOUR HEARING PLEASURE. THIS WAS A POEM I PUBLISHED, BUT I TWEEKED IT FOR THE TINY SONG VERSION. ANYWHO - HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND HAPPY RECORDING!!!!!!!! XO


 


 

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ANOTHER TINY SONG I MUST RE-RECORD SO YOU CAN ACTUALLY HEAR IT HAHA (OH AND HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN/WOMAN'S DAY)!!


 


I won't live 'till I'm old


I'll live 'till I die


Won't be me a martyr


Sittin' wondering why


I'll be clueless at love


But be willing to try


Just live in this moment


And laugh 'till I cry


 


:)

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ANOTHER RE-RECORD. THIS ONE IS ANOTHER PUBLISHED POEM I MADE INTO A TINY SONG AND IS YOURS TO HAVE FUN WITH! pEaCe!! XO


 


A heart was stole


With the coming cold;


All through the night she wept.


To bear the guilt


She bends to wilt;


The blue Forget-Me-Not.


 


Unslightly frail,


And slightly stale;


The Frost came first to say.


Her petals: rust.


The pain adjusts;


The blue will stray to grey.


 


Her eyes sewn shut,


Her head to tuck


Beneath the thriving shade.


The snow will fall


To hide them all


Beneath a winter's grave.

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ANOTHER TINY SONG THAT WOULDN'T PLAY FROM AN EARLIER POST... ENJOY! BTW PROUD TO SEE HITRECORD ON T.V. NOW :D

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NONE OF MY AUDIO RECORDS I PREVIOUSLY RELEASED ARE WORKING BECAUSE I DIDN'T USE THE PROPER RECODING DEVISES, SOOOOOOOO HERE THEY ARE AGAIN  :P  HAPPY COLLABERATING!!!!!!!!!!!! XO


 


(THIS IS A POEM FROM MY PUBLISHED WORK THAT I MADE INTO A TINY SONG)


 


BEACH SAND


 


The little dying stream of light,


So 'trepid in the night.


Rain strumming on my hooded friend,


We're holding on for life.


We're entering "no tresspassing,"


We're climbing off my bike;


It's time to climb that hill again,


Make run, make jump, make flight!


 

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Audio from my poetry book - it's a video file though, it wouldn't let me convert it to audio

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Dear De-lovely,

I want to embrace you in a warm and deserving hug that will fit us like little puzzle pieces. You are missed. You are loved. You are my beautiful girl.

xo

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From one end of the spectrum to the other,
Light and distance and time
Speed and sound and sight
I follow that red balloon
I follow her now
Days and months and years
Time is neither here nor there
I follow

I reach out and all I can feel is time passing
Music and people and love
Beauty and peace and a red balloon
I follow that red balloon
I follow still
Rewinding
Rewinding
Rewinding
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Time is neither place nor thing
And yet, I follow
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