"Journaling" by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents 12/24/2012

                                                               "Journaling"

by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents 12/24/2012

Giving thanks in kind reflection,

Dreaming of a new direction,

I am home with you dear friend,

Tho' I'm oft undisciplin'd.

I waste my hours idly scheming,

Jotting plans of perfect cleaning,

Thoughts of better living wages,

Fill up lots of journal pages.

Wanting more than current glory,

Searching for a better story,

Crowded pages are revealing,

Every thought and ache I'm feeling.

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"Where Does my Poetry Come From?" by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents

"Where Does my Poetry Come From?"
 by Amalia (Amy) E. Zents

"Where does my poetry come from?
It's found here at home,
In the warp and weft of life,
In the fabric of each bone,
In the heart of each moment
In the daily ebb and flow,
In the passage of time,
It's made to blossom and grow.
When inspiration processed
Sounds its bell clear and steady,
And tells me,
"Ta Da! Your poem is ready!"




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"Servant Joy," by Amalia E. Zents copyright 12/2012

"Servant Joy," by Amalia E. Zents 
(Dedicated to the victims of the Newtown, Connecticut elementary school shooting )

"A world of beauty lies within us.
What our minds believe our hearts will also embrace.
Never forget to remember thy place.
In the home you are the servant of your family.
In the workplace you're the servant of your customer.
It is beautiful to be a giver.
It is right to share your light.
Truth comes from the generous soul.
It makes us feel safe and helps us be whole."

Love, peace, beauty and joy!
Amy Zents



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My 5th Wedding Anniversary Poem for my Husband James

“5th Wedding Anniversary Poem”
by Amy Zents for James Zents

I’d like to tell you a little story
It’s about a man that I love
He’s got a broad smile
And fancy brown eyes
With lashes that wave at me
whenever he blinks

I’d like to brag about my lover
I’m glad that we’re together
He’s with me every day
And eats with me in bed
And helps me keep our two dogs
off our tray.

Love is more than an amusement
It’s a commitment to each other
A promise of a happy destination
That is found in the journey.
On our 5th wedding anniversary
Where the gift is wood
May our love grow like the mighty oak tree
As our powerful love behaves like the
tiny acorn who continues to grow as it stands its ground.


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"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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"Write That Worth Reading," by Amalia E. Zents

“Write that worth reading” 

By Amalia E. Zents

Write that worth reading,
Watch that worth seeing.
Do that worth doing, 
Be that worth being.


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"Write that worth reading," by Amalia E. Zents (Aug. 23, 2012)