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The poems below are poems that Lisa sent to me, most of them are not published on her web site.  I share them with you now. 
 
Also, on Lisa's friendship page is a dedication page that reads:
 

This page is dedicated to all my Cyber buds and school friends....

You all Rock and I just needed to tell you that.... :)

My Cyber Buds: Rojunkie, Saxysis, Poibette, LeSwimMom, Piglet4971, RFess49907, Chellsmoon, CbisN1, cairns@worldnet.att.net, Irish9359, wellbuilt3@yahoo.com, datadolly@hotmail.com, EVARUSSO, Its Us 469, MOM N CO, JudiR0adic, FEMANKRN, KACS1959, KMENANNY08, LSPRPR, nannygmal@yahoo.com, rfarraj01@sprynet.com, AuntieRoRo, Jess42882, Lilypad341, Bright883, Sweetyjojo, Thgoodgirl, GraniSpice, DITTO1292, MIJO2442, RondaIee, Kidlipz56, SMILE4720, Mrwank, MrsWaank, Mrsjay813, LuvNR0sie, Avrom44, LYNNIEWIGS, Dorina 1, Joeyroooo, Gracejoy7, Funnylady3, nikkinc@juno.com, SaxySis, PathofHope, SLEE676199, Sfjello, JustES, SGEL1919, Maxiee4u, Risoqueen, CraftyCat1, Crafter62, TangTang33, BIG33EAGLE, Numb1Mama, Karaterap, Itch53, All TheR0Hosts, All The Rosie Staff and my guidance councelor from school who shall remain nameless at this time. :)

Any of my cyber buds out there that I missed I am really sorry it was not my intention.

 

 

 

 

My Angel

 

 

You came to me at night.

I was down, blue and needed a friend.

You came just like an angel.

Your kindness seemed too good to be true.

How could this be?

You are a normal person just like me.

I see no difference in you.

Yet you're sweetness is like an angel.

When you talk to me I feel comfort,

Like no comfort that I have felt before.

I'll never forget that night you came to me.

You must be my angel!

 

 

 

 


What is an Angel?

 

An angel is someone who watches over you.

An angel is someone who steers you into the right direction.

An angel is someone who stands beside you when you have no one.

An angel is someone who is always there for you.

An angel is someone who has a heart of gold.

An angel is a friend you can always count on.

An angel is someone like you!!!

 


 HANDS OF AN ANGEL

 

When I'm scared,

                         afraid ,

                              no one is there.

 

 An angel gently touches my shoulder with her hand.

 

 I don't feel the hand of the angel,

    but I know it is there.

 As my spirit is slowly lifted,

    I begin to smile.

 The angel walks beside me,

    keeping her hand on my shoulder.

 I still can't feel her hand,

      but I know she is there.

 Slowly my tears go away,

                          and my half frown

              turns to a smile.

 

 I am in the hands of an angel. 

 

copyright ©Lisdove@Aol.com 1998

 

 

 


 

 

NO TIME TO LOOK BACK 


As the hands of time pass me by,

I look back at the past

The hands of time tell me to move forward.

I want to stay where I am,

But still the hands of time keep on pushing me

forward.

The hands of time tell me no time to look back,

Look Forward

The hands of time won't let me change the past,

no matter how hard I try.

The hands of time push me forward.


No time to look back.

Friendship

True friends are always there for each other,

and the love never parts.

I have often wondered what I would do with out your friendship.

A reasonable answer could not be found.

For I have grown to love and trust you.

I confide in you

just as you confide in me.

I do not know what tomorrow will bring!

Will it bring sunshine,

or dark black clouds

that rain on me?

I do know that our friendship will never part,

you are my true friend.

Often times I forget to say I love you

assuming that you will know.

But today........

and tomorrow

I want to say those words more.

So we may never part,

and you know for sure that I Love you

and you are a true friend.

BY,

Lisa

IN AN EMAIL FROM LISA....

 

 

Subj:       poem that I wrote (open with 4.0)

Date:       10/15/98 5:34:29 PM Central Daylight Time

From:                ROANGLBRAT

To:                ROjunkie

 

Never alone

 

Never believe that you're all alone,

Theres always someone watching,

watching you from above

that won't betray you

will always be a true friend

But that isn't the only friend

you may have a few others

a friend that will see you

a friend that will be with you

right here on earth...

That friend you have in me.  :)

BY, Lisa

AKA ROANGLBRAT and Lisdove

Look through a child's eyes

 

 

A child has no worry, no fear, no responsibility.

But we feel the pain the greatest! 

How could we change this world?

How could we make grownups see they are filling our hearts with pain by the violence they are spreading?

Maybe this world would be better if you looked through a child's eyes.

  © copyright ©1998 Lisdove @Aol.com ©

 

 

LITTLE HANDS

 

Little hands reaching out to me,

Seeing things only from the outside.

Little hands trying to make sense of what they see,

Whispering tender words to me.

Little hands helpless as can be,

Depend upon me.

Little hands watching my every move so carefully.

Little hands are crying

Crying for love.

Little hands wondering

Wondering why things are the way they are

Little hands are growing

Growing up to be me.
 
 

A quiet night at the beach

 

As I watch from my seat on the sandy beach,

The stars twinkling bright,

I see the waves crashing upon the shore,

Waves that are so calm it is as if they knew how relaxed I was,

And what a wonderful feeling I had.

The soft noise of the waves were as relaxing as a gentle touch from a close friend.

As I sat there many thoughts came to my mind.

Thoughts of wondering if the waves had feelings and were alive.

Did they know that I was watching them?

Did they know how beautiful I thought they were?

Were they showing off acting like angels,

 even though they are rough and noisy like the devil at times?

Its a wonder how waves act on a quiet night at the ocean.

 

 

 

 

ONE SPRING DAY

 

As I peer out my window at the distant Mountain Range,

I feel the warmth of the sun on the palms of my hands

through the windowpane.

I notice a colorful butterfly flutter by.

On top of a tree a bluejay chirping so sweetly.

In the background I hear the sound of a lawn mower cutting the grass.

I smell the freshly cut grass. I take a sip of my sour but, sweet lemonade.

Spring is a time when all things grow but soon my glory will end.

I know summer is nearing.