Long Frieda Poems

You squealed with six-year-old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes closed, all squirmed for lunch at the same time.

You screamed with...

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"The Spite Syllabub"



The daughter 
is not 
The mother 

Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter

Plath by name
but not 
the daughter’s path

in evolving nature
not the mother
nor the father

Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake

Amy G....

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Twas the night of the Ladies League Final and the atmosphere was tense
Only two teams were competing, no loyalties allowed on the fence
There could only be one winner, the team with strongest will
And if you...

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Good memories of our brother Tom,
I remember growing up with Tom.

He is  my favorite brother,
When we came to Canada and he was born.

The beautiful days together, 
 When Tom was a baby.

I used to...

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You squealed with six-year old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes closed, all squirmed for lunch at the same.
You screamed with...

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One day I arose, December 10th I propose. 2019 was the year, I would experience true fear. I opened my eye's I have no idea, that I have been sick gravely ill as doctors would...

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My father is a very good memory in my mind,
He was very handsome and tall.

Always very kind and understanding,
He mentored our love of God and the church.

Educated my brother Tom and I to become teachers,
My...

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I think of my brother's wedding at Pioneer Village many happy years ago
My brother Tom wore a handsome tuxedo and  his wife wore a beautiful bridal white gown.

They arrived in an elegant carriage, 
He...

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Broken Column
wrapped in female form
split down the centre
more than femininity exposed

Breasts capture the eye
Her softness
Confusing
Arousing 

head held high 
Her long black hair flows
cascades across decades
immortalized

Tears streaming down a saddened face
Doves crying to be understood
cheerful colors...

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I met my husband Walter through our minister,
We got along exceptionally well as friends.

He had arrived from Germany and I happened to speak German,
Used to do lots of activities together, i was a school teacher.

I...

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Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need 

To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped

They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days...

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Whittchurch picnic, favorite days with my relatives,
Many years ago, a beautiful picnic by the lake.

We had a nice picnic table by the lake,
Our brother Tom found this magnificent place, thanks Tom.

Good company and delicious foods,
i...

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Happy Birthday, Tom
Another beautiful year with relatives and friends.

The beautiful wedding at Pioneer village, where Tom and Gail married,
With the horse drawn carriage driving past.

Antje was a flower girl,
Gwen was a bridesmaid.

The exquisite house you...

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The Beetles 
I will now write a love poem and will include
heart, souls, roses and a box of chocolate with nuts inside
but a song by the Beetles keeps getting in the way
“Will you love me...

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Auntie Gen is wearing the same dress
she wore last year, and to 
the Bennets wedding in September
It is beginning to shine with wear
Cousin Frieda brought her latest boyfriend
He has buck teeth, which is jarring 
when...

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