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Joan Woods Poem
Around the Corner Contest
(WINTER is around the corner)
By Sally Wood
Old Man
There's an old man I heard is new in town
They say he's not shy as he takes over the land
His business is snow and ice and cold rain
The neighbors are talking he's all the rage
He changed the scenery his very first day
While the trees lost their leaves and died away
He has a blower for harsh cold winds and rain
And later he'll order people to dress his way
This old man has taken over our town
People are running in attempts to escape his plans
They wear heavy clothing, boots, and hats on their heads
As they pass him, he laughs, he has nothing to dread
Yes, there is a new old man in town
Who has people angry and avoiding his frown
He'll keep on moving a few months down the line
But for now, our town won't be free for quite some time!
Copyright © Joan Woods | Year Posted 2014
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The darkened room places shadows on the walls
I lay on my side and cuddle into a ball, closing my eyes
Feeling unsafe and wondering how long I'll live
I've been sickly now for a pretty long time
And I wonder how much longer before I die?
My mind gets so cluttered with all the things in my life
Without relief or support, I wonder what can I do?
A knock, then bang, shhhh, don't cry out or speak,
Maybe they will think no one is here and just go away
Now I can see a shadow on the blind, it's only my cat, Valentine
Seems she is lonely wants to be close to me, but why?
As i lay in my bed, I'm no good to myself but pet her head
And my head starts spinning with so much I dread
This world is for some people, and some people not
As Whitney and Robin Williams who left us behind
But I lay here a coward, wondering how it would be
My eyes are now heavy, I can't stay awake
So please Lord take me, so I can finally get sleep.
Copyright © Joan Woods | Year Posted 2014
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I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.
Copyright © Joan Woods | Year Posted 2014
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The faces have no name or color, they only hope of a future which will never be seen. They stagger to God in prayer begging for help as the tears flow freely down their worn and wrinkled cheeks.
Mothers awake to the sound of crying with not an answer to their children's pleas. The world goes on as always, turning their backs on these people, who continue to die in silence, without a voice or harmony.
Copyright © Joan Woods | Year Posted 2014
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