Snowpocalypse 2019

Snowpocalypse 2019

By Amalia Zents

I just sat with my dark roots in my red plaid pajamas thinking about spiced rum and tropical places.
Content to have a day off to keep warm and quiet in a place of cozy hygge
relaxation and firelight

11th Anniversary Poem for my husband James

Pictures don't tell half the story of all the love I've shared with you. It's nice to look at pictures, to remember and review. We've had so many ups and downs throughout this past decade, but your patience and understanding has helped me to be brave. I'm so glad I found you, you're like oxygen to me. So necessary and enlivening, I'm glad you care for me. It's good to have somebody who can make me laugh like you, and also someone who's so bright he raises my IQ! Thank you my dear husband for all you give to me. Your constant dedication makes me feel like royalty!"
©2018 Amalia Zents. All rights reserved

7 year anniversary poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents, "Here with you!"

I wrote a 7 year anniversary poem for my beloved husband James Zents
called "Here with you."
"A crisp autumn morning
Millions of copper leaves adorn the ground
A copper gift for the seven years we’ve been wed!
2 dogs scamper in the field,
Happy to love life living with you and me;
The sky is a pale clear blue
The dreams of forever
Make it better here with you!

"National Dog Day," A. Zents and performed by Molly and Sonny Boy

"Farmers market song," created and performed by A. Zents

Make sure to enjoy a sample of original music from my band Molly and Sonny Boy's newest CD releasehttp://www.cdbaby.com/cd/mollysonnyboy2

"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!!!

©2018 Amalia Zents.
All rights reserved

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

Star Trek Fan Poetry "love Ship" by Amalia Zents

My Valentine fan-poem for James Zents.
It can be heard on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETAAu03Ij-I
"Love Ship"
By Amalia Zents ( fan of Star trek)

"Aye, Aye Captain," 
You are my favorite star.
I have found my universe
Here with you.
Glad to journey with you
on our own starship Zents.
A lifelong mission of discovery.
Seeking out our destiny year by year.
Discovering new and exciting things
About life, each other and our future,
Without fear.
Memories are logged daily to record what we've
Learned and where we've been.
We work tirelessly onboard this love ship of ours,
Traveling through different worlds,
And through different spaces;
On voyages safe, and in dangerous places.
Whatever our destination requires,
The adventure continues.
As we stay on course
And try our best,
To boldly go where no couple has gone before!

Our 6th Year of Marriage Anniversary Poem! By Amalia E. Zents to James H. Zents

Just let me tell you my darling how much I truly care,

Even if Heaven and Earth are already well aware,

I think they know together we make a perfect pair;

And it doesn't bother me, when we go out, if people stop and stare!

I think of you no matter what, no matter when, or where;

Whether I'm in bed, or walking the dogs, or in the dentist's chair.

Whether near or far you are, I always see you there;

No matter if you're covered up, or in your underwear!

I wonder if our passion, to the world I should declare;

Should I proclaim my love for you or else not even dare?

I love to walk with you, o'er beaches broad, and bare,

I love your smile, your laugh, your kiss, and your gray-brown hair.

Should anyone want to harm you they had really better beware

Defending your trust and wonderful heart, stands Justice strong and fair,

You make my life worth living, and make me dance on air.

There is no one else on earth I know to whom you can compare.

I hope I never do anything that might our romance impair

Why confine this conscience of mine to be thrust in a dragon's lair?

A priceless thing is pleasant, the roof off we can tear

Our joyful hearts gave us this gift, a love we both can share!!

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Hear this poem read to you live by the author Amalia Zents
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYCvrQY-5lQ

"Canine Wills," by Amalia (Amy) Zents

“Canine Wills,”

by Amalia (Amy) Zents

“Just went for a walk in the pouring rain

with a broken umbrella that flopped left and right;

Trying to stabilize it was like propping up a sailor,

Drunk and ready to fight.

The dogs came with me on my walk;

their fur got soaking wet;

But they begged me to go out with them,

and therefore out we went!

The Lilac trees and fresh mown grass

smelled fresh and cool and sweet,

The sky was dark, the lamps were lit,

as my wet socks soaked my feet;

Two canine wills prevailed o’er me,

although both dogs got drenched

As we journeyed home,

we all felt glad their urge to pee was quenched!”

"Spring Has Sprung," by Amalia (Amy) Zents

“Spring has Sprung”

by Amy Zents

“Spring has Sprung”
by Amalia (Amy) Zents

“Spring has sprung!
The fun’s begun~
Time to mow,
Time to plant,
Time to work,
Time to pant!
Spring has sprung!
The bugs are back~
The weeds are
Keeping right on track!
Spring has sprung!
So let’s all smile;
The blooming plants
Make it all worthwhile!"

"Universal Trust," by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents

"A Universal Trust," 
by Amy Zents

"Before you reach the end of the trail,
Keep in mind some rules-
To make the world a happier place
You have to "suffer fools."
Everyone can teach you something
Never keep from learning,
Everyone is gifted;
So, keep your love-light burning.
It's possible to mitigate strife,
By being wise and just;
And making folks feel special
Is a universal trust

"His Music," By Amalia E. Zents for James H. Zents

"His Music," by Amalia E. Zents for James H. Zents

His music plays inside my soul.
The beatings of my tender heart
Thump fast;
When I think of my beloved
How we’ve made love last.
In the soft light, when the shades are drawn
and all the daytime noise is gone,
Sometimes my memories remind me,
Of fears I’ve had, and tears I’ve shed,
But I go on.
No one else can comfort me
Like he does,
Helping me find happiness
through his eyes of love.
Helping me take my mind off me,
He guides me out to a world of wonder
With a personal guitar journey
As my ears collide with the bonny notes
I catch the colors of Spring,
His music makes me clap my hands, and dance and laugh and sing
Leading me to better place,
Clasping me in it’s warm embrace.
His music easily helps me find,
A better frame of heart and mind!

My latest song called, "There's So Much to Please.:

My latest song called, "There's So Much to Please.:  Here are the lyrics:
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There’s So Much to Please,” by Amy Zents

5/20/19

“Don’t like the way the sky looks?

But it wouldn’t be so green,

without the clouds .

We need the water falling to make it pure

We need the trees and the flowers

The birds and bees.

We need the wind and the grass;

It makes the view;

Even the sky blue.

And when the day rolls by

We can see the gardens,

As they thrive in the shade and sun

We can picnic on the lawn

We can climb a hill, cross a bridge

or take a swim.

No need to hurry, no need to be in a

rush

Just watch the water gush into the lake

Get some exercise.

Look at the rocks and water,

The river flowing, always going..

Beauty is on and off the path

Beauty is in our present and past

The dark clouds and the white

The day turns into night.

When you feel overwhelmed

Imagine the majesty of the rainbow

And find shelter on a path to escape,

Take a walk beneath the trees

Contemplate the leaves

Think of horses, feel the breeze

There’s so much to please.”

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"Less Hard," by Amalia E. Zents 5/19/13

My latest song called, "Less Hard." Here are the lyrics:
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"Even out in the Midwest there is stress
You can’t escape it.
Loneliness and Obesity
Cement sidewalks and bad weather
Traffic, so much traffic
Still goes through town
Putting out smoke
Putting out filth
But the sky seems wider here
The sky seems bluer
The winters are long
The nights grow dark and bleak
When the sidewalks are covered in sleet
Downtown there are bright lights
Same as any other place
There’s a little mall
And everyone wants more
The latest and the best
But, I have dreams, same as you
I close my eyes, and when Spring comes
I plant flowers
I remember the cold, and I’m glad it’s Spring.
I remember the frost on the trees
I think of the big city I grew up in
And I’m a little glad I don’t need to be
Around so many people out here
In the Heartland
Where the sky turns majestic colours
That quicken the pulse
Better here than there
The world is a little less hard
Where you keep your identity
By cleaning your backyard".
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"Cupid's dart," a poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents 2/11/2013

Love has come to me
Finally.
As from a distant shore,
After many travails and treacherous paths,
My prince of valor,
My handsome companion,
My dearest friend has arrived,
I am so grateful for my romance!
Finally, the longest stretch I get to live
with the deepest love.
I can only desire longer life so as to be with him.
I have everything because of him.
Complete and in league with his wit and wisdom.
Wisdom only gets stronger as we grow wider.
Sharing the jokes, the smile, the laughs,
And the tears with one another.
A poetic monarch lives with me.
A man of mental prowess beyond my realities
His incredible use of language meets my ears from lofty places of thought.
His words are wrought from years of pain, study, and reflection.
How do I answer? But mostly in jest to many of his queries.
Nevertheless, I must spark some inspiration in his mind, for then we go out on a ledge.
We start designing metaphors like pearl from our kissing lips.
Truly, this wife and husband do not match the old marriage cliches.
Only do they match sometimes, when I forget I am with my best friend ,
and speak a sharp word or two of thoughtless rebuke before I catch myself.
Love is the Bliss, and Sex the Calm.
Our union is blessed with two rambunctious dogs.
Our pets add their fervor and fur to the family fun, and they
wag their tails excitedly when we come home!
Our bed is a haven of comfort where we wind up watching TV and
eating a hot, healthy vegetarian meal.
The joy of making music brings us up to higher and happier places,
More so than the soft ticking of the clock.
"Marriage" is but a name to describe a synthesis of mind and heart.
Two souls with similar goals.
Both knowing each others faults,
but not making each other the target of blame,
but rather the target of Cupid's dart;
Because love is the alchemy that unites a pair of people.
It's a private world that keeps sacred the secrets of two hearts
Two hearts who'll shield each other's confidences with care.
Peace comes from patience.
Peace comes from parlance.
We talk things over to learn the ways of life.
We teach one another how to deal with stress, and how to react to disappointments.
What does one do if one cannot ask a question of one's true love?
One must break through the silence and seek the answer anyways.
It is wiser to be thought of as a fool and speak up, than to appear to be wise,

and a fool full of doubt.

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“Lovers and Lunches!” ( A New Year’s Eve poem) by Amalia E. (Amy) Zents

“Lovers and Lunches!”
( A New Year’s Eve poem)
by Amalia E. (Amy) Zents


Let us count our blessings instead of our years!
For today’s like any other, full of laughter, full of tears.
Unlike dogs, we humans, think it’s special and rare:
Why must we mark our calenders, with something not there?
Any day that marks the end of another doesn’t matter.
So it may be New Year's Eve, does it add to our platter?
The days, weeks, and months and years will surely pass.
And one day we shall all find ourselves beneath the grass.
So let us bind our memories up in bundles and bunches
With fond remembrances of all our lovers, and lunches.
Will life be measured sweetly, or by clocks filled with hate?
For day, month and years will never stop or wait.
They just keep rolling on, passing year after year,
Never caring, never wondering, whether we will still be here!

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