Who Are You?
in Fear Poems
I heard her ask "Who are you then
Are you the how the where and when;
Are you the well of all my tears
Who took the one who held me dear;
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Thank you Susan and Ann for your comments. I'm glad you guys enjoyed reading it.
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Fret Not
in Fantasy Poems
Oblige me ye O little sprites,
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Why is it so you fret?
I saw you flit your little wings, -
Wind And Friends
in Earth Poems
I'll capture the wind and barter a peace, upon a most certain conditioned release
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Then summon the gods to ask Mother Nature, O why her rogue son is lacking her nurture?
They'll tell her most stern as matter of fact, her wanton neglect had forced me to act
Her anarchic heir and friends that he keeps, make oceans a tempest while willow trees weep -
An Ocean Birth
in Ocean Poems
Bestir in me an ocean birth where starfish twinkle bright in mirth
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And crooner whales who fancy chance invite the mermaids out to dance
Where seahorses number in their scores will pull my coral carriage fore
And maiden sea-nymphs take my hand and set me on a coral standFeatured Shared StoryThank you, Antionette! For you nice
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An Ode To Clover Boo
in Rhyming Poems
Who else but Clover Boo
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Could make her daddy swoon and woo
And get him in the kitchen too
Where all her treats lie there in view
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Thanks Peggy for reading and commenting. So glad you liked it!
Thank you Susan and Ann for your comments. I'm glad you guys enjoyed reading it.
Very nice Ann! Beautifully written and I can tell you enjoy your garden. May is my favorite month of the year. Everything that appeared old is young again.
Thank you, Antionette! For you nice
comment on my poem.
I lost my wife in 2015 unexpectedly. She lingered for a week and then I had to make a hard decision. It is really an indescribable feeling and I have never found a word suitable to describe it. Nothing is the same after, even the most fundamental daily activities can seem pointless. Your poem captures some of these feelings in me very well.