"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)

"The Heart Remembers," by Amalia E. Zents

The heart remembers

His soft dark coat

The way his whiskers 

Felt against my cheek;

The heart remembers

The strength of his purr

As he climbed on me

While I tried to sleep.

The heart remembers

The good sport he was

When I dressed him up 

Like a fairy queen;

The heart remembers

A cat named Rascal

Sure-footed, daring,

Wise and serene.

"The Heart Remembers," by Amalia E. Zents

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"Better Souls," by Amalia E. Zents

"Better Souls"

by Amalia E. Zents (Molly of "Molly and Sonny Boy")

"We can all make the world a better place,

It's not that hard to put a smile on someone's face

You can always lend a child a helping hand

You can always do your part to care for this land.

On our planet there's bloodshed, hatred and death.

How can we really draw a satisfying breath?

The media is partly to blame, no surprise;

They pretend to love beauty. It's all a disguise.

Can we toss out the greed from our savage hearts?

Becoming a good soul happens in fits and starts.

My friend, while bad folks may never drop their sword

Let's remember our earth was made a place for friends,

And not a place for war!"

"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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