Tag: Poem
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Don’t Cry, Charlie
Charlie stop that whining the cat is not plotting your death, She’s just lying on the sofa trying to catch her breath. Echo’s such a lovely lady with sparkling emerald eyes. Hush now baby there’s no need for all your plaintive cries. She wants so much to be your friend, you silly puppy boy. Echo…
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I Wrote A Poem; I Hate You All! – My family not my readers
I told my fish to stop their fighting & they bit each others tails. I told my kids to stop their fighting & my husband laughed in gales. I asked the grey cat to please stop drinking my lovely cup of tea. Smokie looked solemnly at his water bowl then stared straight back at…
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A Peaceful Day
I love a peaceful Sunday morning! Waking up before the dawn. Washing hair to stop lice crawling Each a tiny little black prawn. Tabby tries to take an hour; Just to get herself clean, But when all 7 need a shower Her indulgence seems obscene. Then one must be driven miles away. To do homework…
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A Wanna Be Writer’s Lament
I wonder why I can’t write A work to inspire acclaim! It isn’t that I’m not that bright, Or have no talent to my name. With creativity I’m more than blessed. Wisdom floods right out my ears. Yet my writing never quite impressed. My lack of fame brings me to tears. But I finally realised what…
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Advice for Training – Rabbits
In order to train first create a need, No affection given ’til you have the lead! True desperation should take about a week, Add a couple more; acting kinda meek. Offer glimpses of your fur as soft as silk, Your back of ashen grey, tummy white as milk. They’ll soon work out your heart’s key…
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Charlie’s Lament
When I moved to my new home, It was so big so much to roam. It felt all quiet and I was wary, I barked a lot when it was scary. The scaries fled before my bark I clung to mummy in the dark. Then came the best news of all; Grandma moved in just…
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Stop
Stop What you’re doing! Nothing will ever be the same again But then it never was. This was meant to be a poem, vaguely haiku. If it confuses you don’t worry it confuses my mother too. None of my family like it, except Gavin who said “Deep” but then again saying anything negative especially to…
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Tabby Messes with the Wrong Mum
I don’t remember the first thing I noticed that Tabby had done wrong; I wish I could so I could tell her off. But she and her little sister was off at school choir rehearsal for a big inter school performance trapping Gavin in Mirrabooka for 2 hours, and on Replacement Father’s Day too. I…
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Job Thieves
I know you’re kinda peckish mate Let’s head down to the fence! Our replacements think they rate, But hell do they look tense! They’re whizzing past at top speed, Stealing all our jobs! While we relax ‘n have a feed And yell out they are knobs! But eat up mate so they can see How the…
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The ASD of My Poetry
A serious poem inspired by one of the most inspirational wordsmiths ever: emotionsoflife2016 The ASD of my Poetry I need to keep things happy, I need things to be calm. Don’t look below the surface And I won’t come to harm. For just below my surface Is a maelstrom that I fear; A cacophony…