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Melann
Kahle Atkinson's
SMART
TALENT L.A.
Commission
Based Talent Management for Youth
E-Mail:
info@MelannKahle.com
Phone:
(772) 480-0021
Linking
Hearts and Minds... Linking Hearts and Minds...
WELCOME
TO OUR POETRY PAGE!
Notice:
All
poems are the property of their original authors
©Copyright
2006-2014
by
Melann Kahle's Smart Talent Academy of Performing Arts
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"Precious
Gift" ...A Poem for Kit
Dear Precious Gift,
If I would have found you sooner,
I would have placed you in the shade
Of the nearest weeping willow, and
Tickled your darling toes.
I would have tied red and white balloons
To your stroller as if to say to the world,
"Look at my Precious Gift!
She is mine!"
But receiving you as a young lady,
I presented you with a white rose, and
Smiling through happy, gray tears,
I quietly tied red bows in your hair.
Two hearts linked forever,
In a family circle of four,
We danced hand in hand,
Out of the lake of sorrow, and
Into the fields of our dreams.
Together now,
We both smile in the knowledge that
Sometimes, God's "no" answer is
His "Know" answer:
Our prayers get answered
In His time.
Krystal Ann,
You are a Precious Gift!
Born of my heart,
Love of my heart,
You are mine.
All
my love yesterday, today, tomorrow...
Always...
Love,
Mom |
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"On Stage"
by Scene Maker
Shea
I
calmly take my hand and wave it across my face.
I
watch the floor below me begin to spin into a tornado as
I
Leap with the wind whispering through my hair to my ears and
into my brain.
The
audience starts to applaud as the adrenaline rises up up up.
I
am dancing. I am a dancer. My foot starts to point
and I go up.
I
go up on my one foot but it feels like I am up on steps.
I
look into the crowd, but I can't see because the bright suns
are blinding my sight.
I
gracefully come down and stare into the crowd.
I
take a deep breath and bow. I am finished.
Roses
are thrown as I blow kisses.
I
walk back stage and can feel the magnetic force of the stage
...pulling me back for more fun.
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Erika's
Sweet
Perfume
Erika
Doreen!
I
love you!
We've
had a lot of
Starting
all over again times,
Meeting
all over again times,
Yet,
every time, it amazes me,
How
your signature scent,
Makes
me cry tears of joy,
When
I hug you hello.
Born
of my heart,
Joy
of my heart,
Erika
Doreen!
I
love you!
Note:
This concrete poem depicts a perfume bottle. A special
poem for Erika with love from Mom.
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"Mrs.
Kahle" (Acrostic)
by Scene Maker BeBe
Makes
smiles
Rad
Skills
Killer
teacher
Always
fashionable
Has
a dream
Leader
Energy |
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"Lil
Gems" |
"Love
Beads"
by
Melann Kahle
You have a unique way
Of stringing words together,
Like carefully chosen Love Beads
Threaded on a kite tail,
Released into my soul.
You drop them in my lap
In such a giving way,
Enchanting me with charms,
And filling me with
Awe.
And, I love the way
Your funny little prisms
Bounce across my office,
And settle in the corners
Of my mind.
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Scene Maker Savannah |
"Always
Thinking"
by Melann Kahle
Sometimes...
Haze
overcasts the wind,
Dim overshadows the deep,
And bright waves to the sky--
Leaving us alone.
Together we question our fate:
Would we not turn the hour glass
If it were not for the hours?
Often...
Answers
overflow,
Drift along,
But never cease
For always…always…
Through
the aging
Crevice of darkness
Comes the newborn prism
Of
dawn.
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Scene
Maker Kit |
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Scene
Maker Ally |
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