Margaret Brennan

Joined October 2021

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I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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You Might As Well Smile
You Might As Well Smile Problems Aren’t Going Anywhere 😊 😊 😊 My poems don’t always make much sense.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
UPPIEDUM
UPPIEDUM (pronounced up p dum) my life as a yo-yo First let me explain the uppiedum word and I’ll make it as brief as possible.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
PASSION
PASSION hold me closer XO XO XO XO XO XO XO My darling, hold me closer. Let your heart beat next to mine.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
THE QUIETER I TRY TO BE
THE QUIETER I TRY TO BE crash! bam! boom! (*&$#@+*%) (*&$#@+*%) (*&$#@+*%) Why is it that the quieter I try to be, the more noise I end up making. Even walking across the room seems to echo through the house.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humor
HUGS ARE FREE
HUGS ARE FREE we all need them (+) (+) (+) She’s my best friend. My heart bled for her as my arms wrapped around her in a fierce hug. “Oh, Reena, I’m so sorry What can I do?”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humans
I HAD NO REAL REASON FOR ASKING
I HAD NO REAL REASON FOR ASKING But I asked anyway. (/) (/) (/) It was a very rare occasion when my dad and mom went on a date. Mom taught school during the school season and dad worked as a carpenter / stagehand. During the 40s, all shows on TV were live.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Families
PLEASE, MR. POSTMAN
Please, Mr. Postman Letter writing in the 21st century / / Pen Pals << // >> << // >> I love writing and receiving letters. Emails are ok but there is just something special about a letter that you can hold in your hand while reading. It, in my opinion, is more personal.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humans
TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD
TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD So, Here I Sit << // >> << // >> So, now here I sit. Not happy, nor sad.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
A CLEAN DESK IS A SIGN OF A SICK MIND. Top Story - August 2023.
I DO! I DO! I DO HAVE A DESK! So, that’s what I kept bumping into! << >> // << >> I’ve heard it said that “A Clean Desk is a Sign of a Sick Mind.” My mind must be super healthy, then.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humor
WAITING FOR LOW TIDE
WAITING FOR LOW TIDE Birds of a Feather <<>> <<>> And so, they sit and patiently wait. At least, most do. Some will fly off looking for a place where the water is a bit lower. Somewhere where the oysters are ripe for their picking.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
TO BE REMEMBERED
TO BE REMEMBERED BY SOMEONE – SOME DAY <<<**>>> The weeds overgrown, the grass was like hay; The trees and the flowers have withered away.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Legacy
GRANDMA’S LEGACY Her Wisdom Made Me Grow Her eyes were tired and weary, And bones creaked as she walked.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets

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You Might As Well Smile

UPPIEDUM

PASSION

THE QUIETER I TRY TO BE

HUGS ARE FREE

I HAD NO REAL REASON FOR ASKING

PLEASE, MR. POSTMAN

TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD

A CLEAN DESK IS A SIGN OF A SICK MIND. Top Story - August 2023.

WAITING FOR LOW TIDE

TO BE REMEMBERED

Grandma's Legacy

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