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About the book
With Open Arms: Poetry for Big Love and Real Life
(January 2013)
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Poems grab your heart with the Big Love of âOne Loveâ, âPerfect Loveâ, âNowhere to Goâ, and âOpen Armsâ. While other poems are about the challenges we face in Real Life: how to accept, change, recover and thrive. And Joanâs father is a gentle force in poems throughout the book, including âDark Alleys Donât Scare Meâ and âThank you, Goodbyeâ.
Laugh and cry. Come for the ride. Tearjerkers and silliness mingle in this accessible, enjoyable poetry collection.
Poetry is a magical, yet effective, way to understand ourselves. shed some tears, then laugh at ourselves, and, finally, free ourselves! I am a humble servant of some I-donât-know-what Healing Power which begs and nags me to write poetry. And I happily submit! I hope these poems brighten your day or free you in some way! I offer my poems and all my love, with open arms!
Also, you might want to check out my first book, also available on Amazon and Kindle:
Both books are available as paperbacks and ebooks.Â
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A Few Poems from the bookâ¦
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I might make you smile
I might make you laugh
I canât make you happy
But you can
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Granted, I donât look like your typical one love Rasta
Iâm about as white as they comeâ¦
I am of ISH descent
Irish, Danish, Swedish
Iâm not cool
My graying hair pulled back with bobby pins and rubber bands
But when I went to Ghana
For the first time, I felt home
Home, like ommmmm, home
I felt grounded and centered and loved
In the arms of Mama Africa
I was welcomed to the family
To any family
Every family
Like a daughter
People greeted me
Sat with me
Danced with me
Sang with me
Drummed with me
Painted with me
Talked with me
Dancing healed my aching feet
Singing gave me confidence and joy
Drumming connected me to the beat of the people
The heart of the earth
Beating in my chest and in my hands
Now wherever I am,
I feel beautiful
I feel loved
I feel creative
Because this whitey fears nothing
Forever a daughter in the loving embrace
Of
Mama Africa
Iâm holding on to you tightly
Iâve got the same grip
As a toddler who
Latches on to momâs leg
So, youâre saying
Itâs hard to walk
When I do that?
Iâm analyzing your every word.
And every syllable
Gives me new ways
To doubt your love
So, youâre saying
Itâs hard to talk
When I do that?
I ainât no Jesus
But, I would like to be
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I never wanted to be a nun
Much less a priest
I didnât want to grow up to be a saint
like my sisters did
I didnât like going to church when I was young
And going again is not in my plans
And still, I donât want to read any holy books
Or travel to any holy lands
But I just want to BE Jesus. Or Jesus-ish.
I want to have Jesus eyes
I want to do the Jesus walk
I want to have Jesus hands
And think the Jesus thoughts
But if you ask my friends
Theyâll tell you
For sure that
I ainât no Jesus
But, I want to be
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