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About me - J.R. Lewis

I am a poet and a writer.

A mother. A Wife. A Meme (grandmother). An Aunt, daughter, a sister. A friend and a small business owner

I am someone you pass on the street and nod to, someone who rescues animals with no idea of what to

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 1 of 419

The Funeral Ceramic white angels sit beside the dark wooden sleeper Which holds her in soft shades of ivory and Pink, her favorite color. Varieties of flower smells tickled with chemicals, and perfumes, hang Heavy and weighted like the draperies on the walls around her. Flat voices echo through the airy room, murmuring "She ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing you: 1 of 130

I miss you... The storm outside is a subtle reminder That I am alone again You are no longer near, providing me Strong shoulders to quiet my irrational fears Of F4 Tornadoes, triggered by childhood trauma And Instead of recalling from the chaos outside I relax into it, welcoming the stuff of my nightmares Wallowing in selfis...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 5 of 494

IF HE DOES'NT COME HOME If he doesn't come home this time, Please, God, allow my feminine shoulders to bear Worldly weights left by his long absence. Should I lose my soul mate on this tour * If he doesn't come to me, to our world Grant me grace in knowing that my love He knows, that it embraces him even in the dust Thick re...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 2 of 173

My life is rich and Tastes like monotony peanut butter Sticking to the roof of my mouth Keeping my tongue busy and words adhesive Diverting my attentions Robbing me of focus Focus Everyday blends to everyday And Everyday's details blend in blah Swishing to a gunky swallow I choke on time and Spit out the unground nuts Boring...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 10 of 448

Loss of the Lost ~For Eric Geiger~ He was a tall boy Lanky tall, with big feet, Perfect teeth and a big Grin It spread fast as dripping butter Uncontrollable laughter would spill Over creek-fast in high rain season High School, his world was changing Mr. Nice Guy' Where I first saw him his grin I, two years older, saw potent...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Real life heroes: 4 of 163

TEACHER She has always been beautiful. Even now, in her sixties, she naturally attracts people's eyes. She can't help it. She started teaching when she was nineteen. Students flocked around her, other teachers liked her. Something about her patient, quiet manner made her kids' try to do the best they could for her. They want...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Excuses not to write: 1 of 39

I sit down and stare at my computer. It stares back and we're both blank. I pull Word Perfect and hope that brilliance flows from my pecking fingers. On occasion, I am lucky. Ideas are captured in that perfect fleeting moment exactly how I hoped. Other days... Well... Let's just stare it is more of a staring contest than a p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Race: 1 of 39

My Skin Pale, cloud-white flesh clings to my curves German curves that cause eyes to watch me As I walk by slow and smile with big teeth Flashing my Irish green eyes coyly It was the early 90's when I lassoed My Red Indian Man at 20 and one From Texas and the flat treeless Lubbock Sky After my dark haired, dark eyed, dark sk...
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values How to love your life: 1 of 28

I love my life by seeing, really seeing, all the wonderful small details of it. I love the way my husband laughs. It starts out deep in his voice then bursts from his voice in a loud, belly shaking manner. I love to see the dimples in his cheeks pop, the red on his ears, the way his laughter lights up his entire face. It is ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: The struggles of motherhood: 1 of 28

I Wonder If Erma Had One of THESE Days: Parenting A Teen Today has been one of those' days. A day where I seriously considered suicide or homicide as an alternative - it may sound amusing and I guess everyone has bad days like this, but it did not make getting though it any easier. My oldest son has decided he'd rather move ...