Do not rain on my parade
unless it’s with feathers,
or glitter
or golden moon powder
You may not like the floats I created
my choice of marching bands
or the tethered balloons
reaching for the endless sky.
Perhaps the spectators are not to your liking
the cheers from old and young alike
may be too loud for your ears.
If you want to rain on my parade
do not come
But if your heart opens
and your mind changes
I will let you in for free.
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It is quite indisputable
we all can act delusional
I believe it to be suitable
to live a life unusual
The world is not inscrutable
it’s alive with things quite beautiful
and everything’s improvable
Just try.
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What good is a window
if there’s nothing to see
no season of fall
no drifting of leaves
What good is a window
if there’s only a wall.
What good is a window
if it’s sealed on all sides
if it always stays closed
by your heart or your pride
What good is a window
If you’re underexposed.
What good is a window
if it’s locked tight, secured
or covered with drapes
and your view is obscured
What good is a window
If there is no escape
What good is a window
if it’s not open wide
to smile at skies blue
to let fear subside
So,
What good is a window?
It let’s you climb through
(photo taken when I visited beautiful Tuscany)
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Each time I see the color pink
I blink to clear my eyes
because that hue before me
makes me want to immunize
It’s not that I hate girly things
assigned to that one color
it’s just that if I owned that tint
my closet, it would holler
But any other color always
makes my eyes squint smiles
I wear them any time or place
with flair, in every style
There is one way that’s quite okay
(and nothing is for naught)
in nature pink that sizzles
is the one that I call “hot.”
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There has to be a loophole
for us who still believe
in justice, freedom and our rights
amidst dishonesty.
This gap won’t last much longer
for together we’ll encroach
to fill the sinkhole with the hearts
we’ll never let them poach.
Hands united, standing tall
we’ll show a greater strength
than those who are unwilling
to detect our common link.
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Entertain me with your laughter
not your bravado
dance for me a jig
and smile when I join you
Extend your hand
and walk me across the water
into a field of wild flowers
Run without thought
to catch my hat from the breeze
Talk to me of topics peaceful
and fill me with stories of compassion
Take me to your favorite place
and share with me the secrets inside
Remove the metal around your chest
to show me the softness within.
And I will shelter you from the storm.
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May they be better at hearing
the plight of the needy
and skip past the parts
where life is too greedy.
May they open up wide
to those needing assistance
and hop through the world
with a healthy persistence.
May they make you stand taller
and proud of your straightness
so you will achieve
more moments of greatness.
– Carolyn
When I lay dying upon my bed
when only past then lays ahead
With only farewell’s left to bid
I will not say, “I almost did.”
When sheets are warm but cold within
reflecting back on what has been
all the times of profound gladness
I will not say, “I almost had this.”
The ripples of my life to fade
I’ll leave a message well conveyed
as light turns dark from setting sun
I will not say, “I almost won.”
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… her granddaughter smiles. “Mom, when will Bad Ass Grandma come back from her vacation?”
“What’s so funny?”
“Thinking about what she did. She lifted one leg over something I couldn’t see then ran round and round while bouncing up and down.”
“Why …”
“She sang,
‘Round and round up and down
on the carousel horses.
Up and down, round and round
as the music plays.
The lights on top they shine so bright
as we go round and round
use your hands to hold on tight
as we go up and down.’
Then she sang it over and over again.”
“Yes, your grandmother is quite extravagant with her imagination. Was she still wearing a pony tail?”
Granddaughter laughed and trotted back to her room, saying, “I hope she’ll be home soon. She promised me the moon.”
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Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 
