Long Footbridge Poems

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his erection
For his love life it was a massive blow

To the hospital fled poor...

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Thumbs Up To The Journey

At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes...

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An absolutely truthful account... (strangely, including the contest’s mandatory ’*’)

Twas something like nineteen seventy seven
I saw a guy on a bridge gazing at heaven...
I was sat fishing, set up for the night
The night that that...

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By Starlight 

How proud stands the willow
in silhouette of twilight skies.
The willow never weeps alone, 
tears of joy stream down cheeks
at the footbridge where she 
touched the water, where
Moonbeams dance
In the land beneath falling stars,...

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At the footbridge, I read, "The way to positive change does lie up there"
So said the note, written in black
On a wooden board, which shined so much
That my gaze could hardly hold up the glare

No,...

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We sat, we played, we walked as if they were endless days                       ...

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To my dearest dear…
We met a long time back
The day do you remember?
That was the day when I met you first time
Together we cracked japes and together we smiled
Since then you gave my life a...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole her papa's heart. 

He became her nanny and cradled
Her to...

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Steam from a passing train funnel 
wrapped under and over the footbridge 
like regret around a jilted lover. 
We were walking home from school 
(people walked places, then). 
Afternoon sun was glittering 
on the maturing...

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At the footbridge back in the mid-eighties is where I grew to know the beauty of all things life had to offer. There I was, only six years old. Young enough to get in trouble...

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At the footbridge of time...
It lies just ahead, the path worn and clear.
         How many others found their way walking here?
Oak and maple to the left, leaf...

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Everything  is beautiful at this time of day,
Following a quickening morning shower.
And the huge orange pearl that is the sun
Is just beginning to shepherd its endless power.
The spirit of divine blessings carries  me,
In...

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With trembling fingers I’d opened the bloodstained envelope
But I shouldn’t have been surprised at the state of the paper …
you work as a butcher

Your message was short -
Meet me at the footbridge at midnight
I’ll bring...

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Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.

There's a...

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The hoarfrost bites the tender limbs, with hard snow on the ground
The water surface mirror like, in the forest there's no sound
The footbridge wears a coat of ice, flashing in the sun
Awaits steam blowing joggers,...

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We were two souls separated by a wide river,
and to cut the distance we needed to build
a footbridge enhancing the green landscape;
that would have been our wonderful dream
to meet on the wooden bridge and watch
each...

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Parisian Passion
Tilly came to the place made for romance
Paris the capital city of France 
The place where sentimental dreams are made
This was her most spine-tingling escapade.

Bustling city, a busy buzzing place
Yet everyone had a smile...

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At the footbridge I stare in dismal despair
As the chasm beneath it shrieks
With its jaws open wide, I must swallow my pride
Set across to that fair distant peak

But, with its slats and its lats and...

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At the footbridge over Crosswicks Creek
My parents met mid-span
He smiled at her, she shyly blushed
And a great love story began.

Daddy wasn't big on church affairs,
Mom a hippy from foot to head.
It seemed a natural choice,...

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At the Footbridge he used to sing,
Whenever I pass, my heart will swing,
Never heard such a sweet voice,
That made me not attracted to any other boys,
Every morning and evening I used to drop one,
And wonder...

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At the Footbridge

We walk pass the million-dollar cabin-themed houses
With oak branches that hang and shadow the thin pathway, expecting oncoming cars
We turn left where we find people leaving our destination...
And someone following with their golden...

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The Ornament


A cold December morning,
sparkling air so clean
We hold a tiny ornament
a snowflake crystalline

Suspended by a wire,
a’ glisten in the light
Searching for the perfect tree
to hold it ever tight

An image so created
for all the world...

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Once opan a time me and my friend were thinking about the legend about the old footbridge
		
	    We came acroos a river so we had to take the bridge

	Because of course the...

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This poem was entered in Julia Ward's contest but I've decided not to write for her.

At the footbridge I pause for one last glance
at naysayers who never gave me a chance.

River rushes in a roar,...

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My northern backyard is very private in my hometown of Bellingham, Washington state…well, I’m technically in the county, across the street from the city, but that is another poem…I’m lucky because I can’t see any...

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