Nellie Marie Seuss started experimenting with writing poetry about 30 years ago. She continues to write poetry and is also currently writing a fictional Love Story Novel that will possibly be available sometime this year. A mystery Novel will follow. Nellie writes straight from her heart in hopes of Inspiring others. She plans to also publish some children’s stories which is already in progress. She likes to paint art on rocks and create new sewing projects such as designer pillows. She’s just a down to earth woman that has experienced life in the rural West Virginia Mountains, and the Suburbs of Maryland. She has conquered many obstacles in her life and She says “always have a plan “B”. Her goal is to Write, Create inspire and follow her dreams. My Debut She was young and raw no Direction in life Sifting through remains of Heartache and strife Some memories to painful To allow to remain Subjected to hardships That seemed sometimes insane No direction in life no music or sound Not a hint of talent seem to Be found She left that place and traveled far The Culture Shock hit her hard Struggling just to make it through Hidden talents she never knew Then one day the lights turned on Emerging from the hell she'd known Lessons from hardships left back home Talents bursting like the Sun so bright Why was it hiding all her life Talents so many waiting to be found They were there all along harnessed and bound Lessons from hard times And the will to go on Little did she know her talent so strong It was only a matter of time Talent bursting from inside No longer willing to hide Emerging like a flower in spring Beauty and joy in hearts to Bring Her Talent presents its own debut From her heart to all of you The Homeless Man I passed him on my way there He glanced at my shiny brown hair I passed him on my way back The man carrying the heavy sack I passed him every morning on my way to the city Homeless he may be But he does not seek pity Just a hot meal and water to Quench his thirst He never asked to be this way, It feels like a curse Bad luck left its mark and Came for a second blow Lord watch over this man For his plight I've come to know He gives thanks even though he has so little left to show He has spoke no words or smiled His name I do not know But by faith our Lord has fed him each and every day For his plight is harsh and merciless The man with little to say I pray Lord you will protect him Wherever he lays his head As he sleeps tonight so soundly With his bible but no bed. The Seagull Stole My Lollipop The seagull stole my lollipop He swooped down quick And grabbed the stick I was just about take a lick Without warning it was gone To get that stripy swirly kind I had waited all week long It wasn't just a lollipop It was my favorite kind you see Please bring it back I cried And screamed But he was nowhere to be seen That Seagull stole my Lollipop He took it out to Sea. I'll never see that one again I thought the Seagull was my friend I guess he has a taste for sweets The Swirly kind just like me The Seagull stoke my Lollipop He took it out to Sea. I Am My Own Woman I am my own woman My brain is full of my own ideas My soul is far from hollow I will March down the path That fulfills my heart and Mind I have no need for half truths That's just not my kind I'll take the path that brings me strength and the will to go on I will reach for my own stars where I feel I belong I will find my own joy and riches I will move forward in the universe on my own. I will not follow just because I will not travel according to your laws I will determine my own success I will write my own future I am a Woman of hope and strength You can't steer me, my feet are planted firm. Don't stand in my path, walk with me, by my side. I will spread Love. I will Discover, I will create, I will write, I will change the world. My Front Porch Retreat I'm just on the porch
No I never left home Please excuse my mind It just likes to roam I'm off to the beach With my feet in the sand No worries of traveling No planes waiting to land Chilled wine in my glass A good book in my hand The laughter of children Leaving small foot prints in the sand Blue skies hang like a picture As the Sun sets on my soul My worries have washed out to Sea, like waves they roll My beautiful beach vacation There's no Taxi cabs or tolls My swing glides softly Back and forth As my hair blows gently in the wind It's up to me alone When this vacation will end There's still so much to see as the tides just coming in Slowly as my foot Taps an unconscious beat Here in my first class front porch seat It sure was a beautiful day But my work want go away And I'm worn out and beat As I open my eyes to my beautiful front porch retreat.
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