Bauble Poems - Poems about Bauble

'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails Mom and Dad to make it our special day Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a...

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The bauble caught my reflection Upon closer inspection Face all distorted I must get this sorted Poured a beer in self abjection...

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Surrendered by the ebbing tides Shards of those who passed this way, The yielding mud deigns to confide, Its secret things now on display. Sifting mud, seeking connections To touch a memory strewn asunder, A pipe, a toy, brings forth reflections In a mudlarks eyes, a bygone wonder. To rescue from the clinging mire A fragment of a thing once cherished, Now but scrap, yet...

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Turkey and stuffing Xmas is coming Plum pudding nuts and fruits We are already starting to go loopy loops Never mind the money or the cost It’s time to fill up the trough Christmas though doesn’t mean that much to me As I never believed in the nativity So there is not much in it for me Or non-that I could ever...

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At first I wasn't sure what I was listening to, if anything at all but as I moved a little closer, sure enough she was singing The Christmas branches hummed and the tinsel drummed and the figurines beneath the tree gave sighs of sweet relief At first I wasn't keen on a...

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I’m a Christmas bauble I was hanging on a tree Then I caught ‘Tinselitis’ Now no one wants to hang around with me! For many years I was used As a Christmas decoration The children would stare at me With awe and admiration This year I became very ill For ‘Tinselitis’ has no cure The owner of the Christmas tree Has thrown me out the door Now...

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Fallen to the frail inside eggshells tap tap tap with a stream of liquid life ebbing brightly shining down the drain dried to paper width and still held round in palms lighter than a baby bird and more fragile. In time, this marvel will be painted opaque pearl. A hollow will be made a hinge a door delicately cut with precision ornate white velvet will cushion the inner chamber lining the lack of...

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