poetry
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Finding God My old school recently held a special bash, Class of ’83 was on the sash, All welcome, the banner read, “I’m not going to that,” I said. But my old pal persuaded me to go, She said, “It’ll be great, you can’t say no! We’ll see if Chris is still a catch, And…
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Secret Garden She watches the morning unfold, A beautiful woman with a head of gold. Sweet, sweet music reaches her ears, Her sparkling eyes brim over with unshed tears. She walks through her garden, so sad, Birds serenade her and her heart is glad. Blossom bounces to earth, no sound. And baby buds burst their…
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Here’s a Friday funny for you: I had an aunt who guzzled gin, A bottle a day was her sin, We kept away Until last May, When she gained a lottery win. ***
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – SANTA Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was FRIEND. Keith Channing: I once had a really good friend Twas a thing I thought never would end But…
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I have a treat for you this week. My Friday poem comes from the very talented 13-year-old Rachael Stimpson who wrote her Do, Re, Mi poem as a music assignment. She also drew some delightful drawings to go with it. Enjoy. DO, RE, MI By Rachael Stimpson DO, RE, MI, FA, SO, LA, TI, Is…
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No One Cares All around the world there is such pain, The needy lose out, while fat cats gain, Poverty has been brought to the fore, And countries caught up in hideous war, Terrorists and tyrants try to rule, And cabinet members play the fool, But no one cares about me. People awake to a…
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A New Life Agony antagonizing Her, Pulsating pain pushing Her, Woeful wails wrestle within Her. She screams, sweat seeps, soaking Her, Tears tumble, terror tortures Her, Growing grin grips Her. Baby born Hers. ***
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – WIG Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was STUDY. Keith Channing: Study as much as you need; These urges I have to succeed, Undeniably strong, Don’t last…
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Dark Thoughts For All Seasons Spring: The Easter Bunny, helping build the obese. Summer: Heat waves, aiding the spread of skin cancer. Autumn: Darker days, bringing with it depression. Winter: Christmas costs; who says Scrooge died long ago? Happy Thoughts For All Seasons Spring: Lambs and fresh flowers; nature reigns eternal. Summer: Glorious sunshine, lifting…
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So quiet at the back, No one can see her. If she closes her eyes tight, No one can see her. The bell rings, lessons done, Now they can see her. They wait while she walks past, Now they can see her. She runs all the way home, Still they can see her. Their feet…
Esther Chilton 