Poems

By The Window

By The Window

By The Window

Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
Humming a tune that nobody will know,
Tapping her foot to the sound of her music,
Stroking her hair while she rocks to and fro.

Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
A hint of a smile, from the secret she holds.
Close by, an oak box sits upon her sparse table,
The key in her apron worth much more than gold.

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Who Paints The Sky?

Who Paints The Sky?

Who Paints The Sky?

Who has the job of painting the sky,
Who owns the ladders to reach up so high,
Who knows which colourful palletes delight,
Perpetual artwork designed to excite!

A fracture appears at the breaking of dawn,
A slither of pink cracks; the new day is born.
A blank canvas waits for the master’s sleight hand,
He lovingly tends all the colours he’s planned.

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Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

Forget-Me-Not

Forget-me-not, when the light goes out,
Forget-me-not, when you’re full of doubt,
I’ll walk behind your shadowed path,
I’ll guide you through the aftermath.

Forget-me-not, when the skies are blue,
Forget-me-not, I’ll be close to you,
You maybe lost, but my heart’s still true,
I feel only love, when I think of you.

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Bells of Blue

Bells of Blue

Bells of Blue

Oh bells of blue, who rings for you?
It’s time to take your toll!
I listen carefully everyday,
Sat on my grassy knoll.

I see the willows bow and wave,
I hear leaves tittle tattle,
I catch the naughty nettles giggle,
The ants and bugs at battle.

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The Song Of Life

The Song of Life

The Song Of Life

A melody of random notes forming a symphony,
playing out its own wonderful concerto.

A lullaby rocking you to sleep.
A gentle lilt; tamed slowly, flowing like a river.
Then a brass band; flung crudely and wildly on a tidal wave,
that crashes and burns on the shore.

Each movement is deliciously different.
Each dancing note has its own exhilarating shrill,
Or its own muted tone of calm and serenity.

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Dreamscape

Dreamscape

Dreamscape

I sat upon this little step
To contemplate and think.
It felt so peaceful in the shade,
I stole me forty winks!

I dreamed I floated in midair,
Towards the highest bough.
I thought I’d climb steps to the sky,
If my dreamscape would allow.

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Fading Flowers

Fading Flowers

Fading Flowers

A fading flower weeps fragility and grace,
A delicate beauty beholding its face,
Each shrivelling petal gets wrinkled and worn,
Exhausted, world weary, it’s weathered and torn.

Their once clear complexion, plumped up and pert,
Has a soft irridescence, a look of feint hurt.
They haven’t the strength to turn round to the light,
Hanging their heads, they long for goodnight.

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The Daisy Chain

The Daisy Chain

The Daisy Chain

She skipped down the lane, in her silken, pink dress,
Quietly humming, her smile, effortless.
A spirit of innocence, as nature intends,
Her days full of wonder, where time never ends.

The noonday sun mirrored, on golden brown hair,
Ribbon-tied ringlets held high, in midair.
In rhythm, they bounced with her large, pink frock bow,
The crafted, bright flowers of the skirt, hung below.

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Dan D Lion

Dan D Lion

Dan D. Lion

Look! It’s the king of the jungle!
The strongest & noblest of beasts,
Look at his yellow coat shimmer,
The pride; roaming North, South, West, and East.

Look! It’s the stubborn survivor;
The monarch who wears a gold crown.
The first friend in Spring to the insects & bees,
Bright yellow, in country, and town.

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Three Sisters

Three Sisters

Three Sisters

There once were three sisters,
Three sisters, yes, three!
Their lives, fun and blissful,
Delightful, carefree.

Each day they would dance,
They would prance in the wood,
The wild joy of innocence,
Of charming childhood.