Sheila Poems - Poems about Sheila

Sheila is a designer Mixing plaids, stripes and florals Marrying odd colors Her finished rooms look chic and polished When I do the same thing It’s a messy hodge podge of ugliness...

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Sheila cleaned the microwave And one kitchen counter and the stove top There are ninety-three empty boxes in the corner. She congratulated herself on what she had done And then took a nap Living in a mess is exhausting This is her third nap today Tomorrow she plans to empty the dishwasher....

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Sheila stepped out of the mechanized gear-filled lab with her robotic dog. her lace blouse a contrast to her steam-powered eighteenth-century hog. Another inventor looked up gave her a quick friendly boy-next-door wave. His invention would make robotic airships flow and cascade. Is that another automaton? Sheila yelled at her childhood friend of forever. He did not divulge secrets, for...

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Sheila is riding her pig Petals to Pumpkin town. They plan to leave the second they leave down town. At Pumpkin town they will see flowers and such. It is a place I have been and I love it very much. If there is room on the pig, I might hitch a ride. I hear that he can fly too,...

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She grabbed her cat and ran out to dance The cat was horrified, annoyed, askance! Why does she do this to me every time? She loves the rain, to me it is cold and grime. The cat did not have words, so could not speak Sheila flung him under her umbrella, he felt bleak. The rain was pelting and mean that...

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Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy. matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode. gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way. we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness. she was entertaining and fun, and she liked children. best of all, she had a good heart and terrific stories. meanies could not even dream of this personality for themselves....

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Sheila’s co-workers are abuzz. She is wearing another Christmas mask I cannot believe it She has worn a different one for twelve days in a row Rudolph, Frosty, Dasher, Icicles, Christmas trees, snowflakes, Elves, Santa, Mrs. Claus, North pole, gifts, wrapping paper What could be left? What has she not worn yet? Christmas cat, christmas pig, christmas cow, christmas card, Christmas carolers,...

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Sheila heard that her husband was on his sailboat. He is with another woman in the middle of the afternoon? He was supposed to be at work. Several friends called to tell her. She had a friend who lived above the lake. Asked if she could use her home to spy on him. Sure, her friend said. She was getting angrier every...

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She looked tame, and the entire breakfast area had men in it. I sat on a high stool directly across from her; we are in a hotel lobby. I did not expect her to speak, but she did. “Where are you from?” I told her Kansas City. She asked why I was here. My granddaughter’s graduation. She said “Guess what...

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Most beautiful creature I had ever seen More gorgeous than ebony pumas or wild wolves I was fascinated, and intimidated; she was the Sheila. There was danger in knowing her. She was the ultimate circus star; a performer. An artesian, her traveling RV was full of hand painted beauty. The Sheila would have travelled easily in a gypsy wagon, except the...

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Sheila Bee turned herself into six clones. Relatives got scared; things got comical. They got a fantastic discount on their cell phones. But their food bills were astronomical! They played tricks on their neighbors for weeks. Showed up as a mob at all her play dates. Soon known in town as the craziest freaks. Clones had to be spread out...

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Sheila and Tony were friends at work, nothing more. Discussing silly things, exchanging quips and tips with each other. They had their own peculiar gestures and funny looks. It was noticed by the others, but they were mostly older women. Wise sages who understood the leaning in language before they did. They are so young! The crones thought, amused. Wisely kept...

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MY DANCE WITH SHEILA With firm resolveI I strode across the hall To where the girls were standing in a row My focus: Sheila, object of heart’s call In fervent hope that I might be her beau The scene was set: the annual ‘soirée’ (Intoned as ‘sworry’ in our dialective) In school hall cleared for action of the day Gramophone wound up for...

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Sheila grew up in a shanty town Met a shanty man in woods round Lived in a shanty shack for quite a while But her shanty man never did truly smile So she moved on to a shanty boat Mississippi living easy as a float Sheila took a job in a shanty band Made money when they reached dry land Soon divorced the...

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She plays the piano at our local church She was a first teacher who I did perch She prays for me when I need a prayer She talks to me like she truly does care This teacher that I speak of so kindly Is a loving guide who shines brightly Sent to me from God’s own heaven Filling me with support when...

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