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Scrapbook of Poetry and Verse

Bette Poisson

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About the Book

I examine the closets of our minds. We set in these closets looking through things we have stored away. Now we are picking out each piece to evaluate it. We must decide whether it is something we want to keep in our daily lives. Do we put it back on the shelf for daily use as part of our every day. We must learn to release the past with its remembered pains, disappointments, joys, successes, present and past relationships .The past is over. We must learn to move on. I write about our not looking over our shoulders in fear at the end of the day. We do not look at life thru the eyes of others or seek permission from others how we should live our lives. I feel we do too much of this. We worry about what other people think of us and try to fulfil their views of ourselves. It is why so many people are depressed.

We are our own success story, we get new chance every day we get up. Life is a little like eating, we only get the food if we open up our mouths to receive it. We open our mind to receive what is before us. The best is yet to come. It is all a matter of faith and who we believe in. Who do you believe in? Who is the master of your ship? We follow who we believe in.

About the Author

Scrapbook of Poetry and Verse is a group of pages of verse revealing Bette Jean Poisson’s views on violence and the effects it has in our lives and the society as a whole. Bette also views the emotional problems in relationships with others that must be resolved. But she believes that most of all it is our own "ego" that is the true battlefield.

Bette believes when we have conquered our own "self" (see Scattered Torn Pieces) and our own ineptness, we have conquered the major foe. This way whatever lies before us, we will be able to move forward as winners.

She reminds us of the engravings on our money: "In God We Trust," and our Pledge of Allegiance: "One Nation Under God," but she believes we have left "God" out of our beliefs in our land today. Her works gives us some things to explore about our troubled selves and our troubled, violent world of today. We can explore it from a different window. Reading this book will be a challenge for us all. This is Bette’s own self-examination of her soul.

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I Met Yesterday, Today

While mind strolling down the
Avenue of Yesterday, I ran
Into "Should Have Done"
Always pointing out the stone,
After we have stumbled,
Without a glance I walked by.
Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw ole "Could Have Been".
Waiting for "Should done"
Have done".We all know that
Scene."Look What Cha Done"
Was resting on a side bench ,
Watching for a chance to pounce.
I remembered those times.
I could hear "Why Did Cha Do It"
"What Cha Mean By That’ having
Their usual yells no back look.
Then I saw the big guy, "Guilt"
He was with "Ya Did It Again,"
"You Goofed," and "I Told Cha So"
Want no battling them today!
Wonder what those guys,
"Should Have Done" & Co.
Are cooking up for tomorrow?
Oh well . . . no bother,
I’m only with "want to be" today.

Is My Today

I am starting it with a smile.
Determined to be agreeable by
Living without criticism.
I will not waste time. Even one minute
is too valuable, for once wasted
It is lost forever. For today I am
Equal to everyone, I have the same
Twenty-four hours.
To become, to grow, to "Be!"
I shall spend this time on things
I can do, must do, desire to do,
Not on things I should not do.
I’ll not live in fear of "what if?"
Might happen, might not happen.
I’ll make it happen and become
A new person from today’s ending.
I’ll become successful with
Tools I have now, I will do it,
Not wait for things to be "different"
I won’t make excuses for "If I had time"
I will take it! It is there waiting to be used,
Why make excuses for its use?
I will act toward others as if
This were my last day on earth.
For it very well might be.
I cannot wait until tomorrow.
For tomorrow may be never,
It is only this day, this minute lived.
Yesterday is . . Forever.
Maybe can be . . Never,
Now is . . . My Today!