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About me - Marlene Calder

Not much to say really. I always wanted to write a novel(instead I had a career as a financial analyst!). Now that I am retired and have the time, and have made many false starts, I still can't seem to be inspired to any one subject. Fiction definitely. I

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 6 of 390
A Day in My LifeUp at five!Am I alive?Jump in the shower.At this ungodly hour!Throw in a load,Of dirty clothes.Grab a coffee,No time for me.Wake the kids,Snap on lunch lids.Cereal or toast?Set out supper roast.Drop kids at school,Meet car pool.Off to work,Hope I don't go beserk!Home again,With a mushed brain.Kids are fed,Then... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 7 of 391
Sunday School picnics at the beach.A child's dreams not out of reach.Kick the can and run and hide.Siblings playing side by side.Hot chocolate on ice cold days.On the hearth a fire ablaze.One brother being naughty.Eight sisters, not too haughty.Lots of neighbor kids all about.How we liked to run and shout.Bats and balls and s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 28 of 759
TimeAs a child time seemed so infinite,And a long-lived life seemed so definite.I'd stay a bit and watch the clock,As it sang to me its mesmerizing tick-a-tock.The minutes ticked by with abject tarry,Like a reluctant groom about to marry.But as years went by I did indeed,Notice that time had gathered speed.Now when I looked t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chain reactions: 2 of 54
The snake it whispered into Eve's ear,"Taste the fruit that God holds so dear".But Eve resisted his request,And listened instead to God's behest.Not to eat the forbidden fruit,And gain a name of ill-repute.The snake would not give up so easily,And nagged at Eve most unceasingly.Until at last she took a bite,And earned God's w... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Wishes: 1 of 23
Wishes Do Come TrueWhen she'd wished as a child,Her Mama would nod wisely and smile.Then Mama would look her in the eye,And softly whisper an old lullaby."Star light, star bright,First star I see tonight,I wish I may, I wish I might,Have the wish I wish tonight."Mama saw no point to wishing on a star,Unless you were prepared ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rain: 12 of 252
RainThe pitter patter of a gentle rain,Against the misty window pane.It's rhythmic beat a soothing refrain,That washes away all sorrow and bane.The steady drum of an afternoon downpour,Outside the open kitchen door.It's rhythmic beat a calming lure,To a body tired and wore.The soundless wonder of a summer shower,Drizzling lif... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 42 of 654
The Dreams of LifeWhat would life be without its dreams?It wouldn't be worth living to me it seems.From the moment to this earth we are born,A lifetime of dreams begins to form.For what is life if not a dream itself?One night's slumber on infinity's shelf.And when this dream has ended its night,Another dream will be waiting t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 47 of 599
MotherShe came to meon a bright, sunny day.Not too long aftershe'd gone away.She said to me"Daughter, do not grieve,Even thoughI had to leave.For although my yearswere not many.Over timeI had grown weary.So I cried outin God's name.The Lord he heard meand so he came.I'm no longer wearyI've had a rest.I lived my lifeAnd now I'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeds: 9 of 106
My Little GardenI planted a little garden but the seeds they would not grow,So I took to my garden my trusty little hoe.Much to my amazement the hoe said to me,Oh no, no, no! How can this be?First you need to harrow, then you must till,And might I suggest some additional fill?Then you can plant it with lots of seeds,But don't... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bottom of the barrel: 5 of 55
At the bottom of the barrell,Was a sight that would assail you.Years of grime,Accumulated over time.Staves that were scarred,Its inside charred.It had greatly been used,And very much abused.Often kicked,And variously nicked.It tells a tale,Of rain and hail.Of days gone by,It does not lie. More..