"Once I was dead to the world," a poem by Amalia Zents

"There was a time when I was Dead to the World.
It was so unusual, they said, for such a pretty girl.
Monologing endlessly, I spoke into the air,
Expressing a heart full of woe and pain,
Revealing a heart full of care.
Not noticing the furrowed fields or tiered and fluffy clouds,
Just chatting nervously apace, I worried right out loud.
Every second seemed to me, like heavy iron lead.
Forelorn, adrift, in empty space, I was alive but dead.
People couldn't seem to understand how I could be so blind
I could not see what was outside while locked inside my mind.
No peace had I inside my soul, a bird without a landing;
Yet as the years rolled by I changed, and now I'm understanding.
As I matured and found true love,
my eyes began to see;
A door which once was locked to me,
opened wide and set me free!!!

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My Zoo, by Amalia Zents

They say MOM spelled upside down is WOW;
I've never raised children
Yet today I discovered what I'm raising now.
I have two dogs and a nice backyard,
But keeping my garden is getting real hard
The birds come by after the grass is mowed
I've seen some chipmunks, I've seen a toad.
And bouncing by me like a mini-kangaroo
Is just one of the bunnies that makes up my ZOO!!

"Ode to a Slushy Margarita," a poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents

Here is my latest poem.

"Ode to a Slushy Margarita," a poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents

"Sometimes in life

You find there's nothing Sweeter

Then to pour yourself a Slushy Margarita.

The day can sometimes almost beat ya;

But then you can relax,

You've made it 'cross the tracks,

It's time for kicking back,

With a Slushy Margarita!

“The Dentist's Chair,” A new poem by Amy Zents

“The Dentist's Chair,”
A new poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents

"You may hate going there

What am I talkin' about?

The Dentist's Chair.

He has to look into dirty mouths

He pays years of high tuition, his road is rough.

She learns anatomy, physiology too

And then she earns her degree.

What has she gotten herself into?

The patients complain

Their teeth smell rotten;

Their kids all cry

She is soon forgotten.

Let's raise a glass

And thank the Dentist,

For dealing with society's

Densest!"

"A flower is like a friend," by Amalia Zents

"A flower is like a friend," by Amalia Zents

"Beautiful flowers surround me.

A respite found in this bountiful greenary.

At day's end, a flower is like a friend.

The pots, the hanging plants,

The shelves bursting with color and joy.

A celebration of earth's energy

Bringing wonder to every girl and boy!"


I recorded my reading of it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bGvjbZkz1U