Frogs
Maids pass Lilly pad
Native Essex frog winks while
long tongue licks warm beer.
Darting tongue thrusts out
old frog dies on lily pad
maidens weeps green tears.
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Precious
Precious was your sweet small hand in mine.
As we crossed the road I knew I loved you so
and never, even passed the end of time
would I ever want to let your sweet hand go!
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Politics
I did a bit of research just last year
the random control samples were enlightening.
My findings were quite obvious and clear
it's politics that makes our lives so frightening.
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Sleeping
Clear, bubble free, bath water
washed over her
as she lay,
submerged, in the
warm and soothing
depths of dreams
sailing little ships
of childhood memories
in an ocean of sleep
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Eyebrows
He raised his eyebrows once
to ask about my daughter,
lowered them again
to ask about my son,
raised them one more time
to beg a kiss and cuddle
then lowered them again
when I told him where to go.
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Shared memories
We touch without hands,
memories unite us
and though we may not
speak we know.
Shared memories;
these are our bonds
and at the end,
when all is done,
we will meet
where the rivers
and eddies merge.
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Nothing Lasts Forever
Nothing lasts forever,
nothing stays the same.
The person I was yesterday
is surely gone today.
That's why I take a picture
and keep it in my drawer,
so I may take a peep
at the ghost
of who I was before.
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No Crab
Whether it's Crab soup,
or whether it's crab cakes,
whether it's crab puffs
or whether it's crab flakes
crab gumbo or crab dressing,
it's all the same to me,
for crab is crab is crab
and I detest the taste.
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Crime Scene
The crime scene was a
spider crawling on the pillow
stealing the show while she,
in a pale blue nightie,
with cold feet,
shivered in the corner
watching the wriggling
black hairy legs
that had stolen her bed.
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For the love of you
I write a poem for your tears
and to bring you bliss.
I write a poem for your smiles
and sometimes for a kiss.
I write a poem to inspire
and show you beauty too
but most of all I write a poem
for the love of you.
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