"I wasn't born in 1902," by Amalia E. Zents

Here is a poem I wrote that I sing and set to my own music: "I wasn't born in 1902," By Amalia E. Zents

"Somebody taught my two adopted dogs to wait in line," a poem by Amalia E. Zents

"Somebody taught my two adopted dogs to wait in line"
A poem by Amalia E. Zents

"Somebody taught my two adopted dogs to wait in line.
Each stands behind the other when it's time to eat or drink,
Two polite dogs, I daresay, and neither do I hear either of them whine;
They know if they will but patiently wait, they'll both be in the pink!"




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"I am a victim of my generation," by Amalia E. Zents (April 6, 2011)

i want it all
i want it all
great expectations
i am a victim of my generation
hard driving
hard working
single minded
dreamer
lies were told to me
making me think
i could have everything
i wanted
there is a price to pay
they don’t tell you
how’re you gonna get through now that you're
through school?
every silver lining tests
the clouds you’re into.
a victim of the inside track
taking charge of bouncing back
there’s a diamond stuck somewhere in the muck
of all you have to dig through
they told you you could have it all
everything should be so easy
they told you it would be a ball
but you can’t help acting sleazy
from a dream to reality can be rough
it’s time to wake up
time to be tough
girls the more things change
the more they remain the same
don’t doubt it
a victim of my generation’s gonna get by
gotta get by
bye bye


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"I am a victim of my generation," by Amalia E. Zents (April 6, 2011)

"My X Factor," by Amalia (Amy) Zents 4/3/12

My X factor is a symbol of hope for today.
My garden of truth is life.
The universal miracle.
The sun shines often and rain helps me grow.

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"Stretchmarks of Life," by Amalia E. Zents, March 7, 2012

Stretchmarks of life, By Amalia (Amy) Zents

love and pain
stretchmarks
happiness and sorrow
stretchmarks
Stains and tears
Songs and drinks
nights of love
and days of hate
forgetting to forgive
arriving late
the stretchmarks
are there
stretchmarks left by men
stretchmarks left by party ‘n
Wish I could be young again
the stretchmarks
and the time
these are things left behind
the stretchmarks of life.

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“Do you ever wake up feeling poor?” a song created and sung by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents "Do you ever wake up feeling poor?" a song created and sung by the Author Amy Zents

“Do you ever wake up feeling poor?” a song created and sung by Amy Zents

Hear it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMJ9qWuEo58

Do you ever wake up feeling poor?

when u really have a lot to be thankful for

a body that's well

friends who are swell?

a roof and a home to come home to?

Do you ever recall you were thankful at all

for the many things you have today?

Tho' it may not be funny

there's riches more than money

they're found in your skills and your mind

You will always find love if you serve

those you can

be it family or public or nature

You'll find a fan,

for there is so much need

and you can plant the seed,

to some day yield more riches than ur

heart can hold

So be kind, don't be lost to the truth of all you've

got

if you're truly grateful you've got a lot

So switch off the world that keeps clamoring for you to

cry cuz you arn't a Kardashion

no reason

to reply

So have a great life, then you'll have even more

You'll have friends all around and the finest riches you could ever wish for!

"My Naked Eye," by Amalia Zents

This poem is read aloud to you online free by the author at YouTube.  Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG6qGe5wiNI

“My naked eye”
by Amalia Zents



I do not seem to understand the tiny print I read.
No matter which finger I use my eye to lead.
The efforts that I make,
Don’t seem to really take.
It’s hard to read with just my naked eye

It’s not easy to join the leaders
If I always lose my readers!
Deciphering small type,
Makes me grumble and gripe,
It’s hard to read with just my naked eye.

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"Be like Bobbi McCrae," by Amy Zents 7/5/2011

"Be like Bobbi McCrae"

Dedicated in loving memory of Bobbi, Abby and Savannah and the others who lost their lives in the tragic fire that destroyed the Bohemian Bed and Breakfast in New Ulm, MN on Saturday.
By Amy Zents

We must cherish the memory of those we lost,
Because the rescue teams did all they could.
There is no turning back the clock,
No matter how hard we wished they would!
Yet it is always sad when a loved one dies,
Especially unexpectedly.
Life is a gift that we mean to prize,
Though we often treat ours haphazardly.
A loved one's death is a blunt wake-up call,
A proof of our own mortality,
An awful reminder in the midst of our grief,
That one day we too shall cease to be.
Right now the feeling of loss is fresh,
We are shocked, and smarting and numb;
Yet those who have died do not feel our regret,
Or worry of what is to come.
Let our living friends help us to cope and to heal,
And shelter us through this storm;
While we feel our loss has left a gaping wound,
Let's be glad we are not alone!
Since we cannot bring the dead to life,
(As much as we wish that we could,)
We can only pray to be like Bobbi McCrae,
Kind and Generous and Good.