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    Triumphs I & Ii
    Triumphs I & Ii
    Triumphs I & Ii
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    Triumphs I & Ii

    By Mary Angeline Bell

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    Mary Angeline Bell, known as Angie to family and friends, grew up in Portland, Oregon and earned a Bachelor of Science degree from Lewis & Clark College and a Master of Arts from the University of Oregon. She spent three years teaching, then married and had a daughter.
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    Angie has enjoyed music, poetry, and travel opportunities. She worked for 27 years as a clerical for the State of Oregon. She now has two teenage granddaughters and is a member of Toastmasters International.

    Angies world view is one of faith and hope.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateAug 2, 2011
    ISBN9781465335463
    Triumphs I & Ii
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    Mary Angeline Bell

    Angie grew up in Portland, Oregon and obtained a Bachelor of Science Degree from Lewis & Clark College in 1961 and a Master of Arts from the University of Oregon in 1965. She spent some time teaching, and in 1968 she married Rex Bell. They lived in Portland and adopted a daugter, Janice Elizabeth (now called Jennie), in 1971.Angie has enjoyed music and poetry from her childhood. She plays the piano and has sung in church choirs. She has enjoyed her travel opportunities, having been to Europe in the summers of 1965 and 1969, and also to a number of american cities for right to life conventions.Angie worked as an office specialist from 1977 to her retirement in 2003 at the Oregon Bureau of Labor and Industries, Civil Rights Division. She has been a member of Toastmasters International since June, 2000.Each of Angie's parents came from a large family, so there were lots of aunts, uncles and cousins. Her father passed away in 1990, and her mother in 2009. She is much involved in the lives of her two granddaugters, Jessica (born in 1993), and Jasmine (born in 1995).Jessica has a son and daughter, and a third child on the way. Jasmine has a two-year-old daughter.Angies world view is one of faith and hope.

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      Triumphs I & Ii - Mary Angeline Bell

      TRIUMPHS I

      CHAOS AND COSMOS

      Confounded, I watch

      the shattered world around me

      where the creature distinguished by reason

      does constant violence to his own kind.

      No sense it makes that we

      who comprehend the order of stars and atoms

      remain in inner chaos,

      causing pain and suffering,

      yet blaming only circumstance.

      Yet some have found

      that Order from which flows

      a mighty cosmos, peace, serenity and power.

      They hear the gentle whisper of tenderness and truth.

      THE DREAM

      I came home from my errands in the rain.

      There was no one at home for me to see.

      I looked for some new piece of news in vain.

      You know how dull a day like this can be.

      And so I fell asleep and had a dream

      that I had found the place for which I hope—

      a house with airy rooms where it would seem

      that I could box my treasures with a rope.

      At night, I’d watch the window for a star

      and think of all the stars a poet can.

      But then I was awakened by a car,

      and I live in the noisy world of man.

      Amazing how we dream and work and pay

      for quietness in some unthought-of way.

      HARVEST

      Harvest—tons of food

      from the labor of only a few,

      while those in the teeming cities

      labor for means of exchange

      and anxiously watch the bathroom scales.

      Others roam the concrete

      with no labor and perhaps no dwelling.

      Food stamps and food bank we have,

      but is it enough while talk is cheap?

      I can give a meal; I’m glad I can.

      Bodies can be fed with turkeys;

      let me also help a soul to soar with eagles.

      WASTED CUP

      One holds an empty cup;

      his thirst is great,

      but no drop fills the cup.

      Another’s cup is full;

      he has no thirst.

      He pours the cup out on the ground.

      Another with full cup

      drinks the sweetness,

      grateful for its comfort.

      The spilled cup is wasted.

      Does no one care?

      Must honest thirst go yet unquenched?

      Must nectar drink be spilled upon the ground?

      Think now. It may be sweeter than you think,

      who say you have no thirst.

      The thirsty will rejoice with you

      if you but drink with joy.

      No cup is void of worth,

      and if perchance you let the thirsty drink,

      their joy will yet rebound to you

      when thirst is quenched.

      SPIN

      That’s the way it is, or is it?

      I wasn’t there; I only punched the remote.

      The fanfare may be nothing;

      the scorned, ignored cygnet a swan.

      I may know where my needle points,

      but do I know a magnet?

      SPRING AT LAST

      I dreamed my winter frosts were at an end;

      The spring had come with you; your touch and voice

      had bid my empty heart awake, rejoice,

      and listen

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