Short Emigrating Poems

It is so sad that many a young ones has to go
Reminding us so much of our ancient pasts
Emigrating to build a better future themselves
Leaving behind those whom they love for now
Accepting they don't know how the future fare
Never a day goes without them in our thought
Days are hard without them being near to us...

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Nancy,
Dementia rocks n drags ya down,
"what am i doing in this bloody town,
who is this tart, with a shielas frown,
says she loves me, looks fly blown,
couldn't be the gal I own,
i'm emigrating now-sers" :(
Don Johnson


	Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name	A Short Poem, Please

~For old Joe the guy that used to know me, in the nursing home~...

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Ruth,a lovely lady of Moab,
Nearly always picked up the tab;
Gav her mother-in-law a helping hand,
Emigrating back to her distant homeland;
Naomi quickly returned the compliment,
Matchmaking bing her special bent;
The romance of Boaz and Ruth,
Crossing wealth & caste,showed such love can last;
As grandson Jesse put forth his root,
From which sprang forth the eternal Truth....

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Ruth,a lovely lady of Moab,
Nearly always picked up the tab;
Gav her mother-in-law a helping hand,
Emigrating back to her distant homeland;
Naomi quickly returned the compliment,
Matchmaking bing her special bent;
The romance of Boaz and Ruth,
Crossing wealth & caste,showed such love can last;
As grandson Jesse put forth his root,
From which sprang forth the eternal Truth....

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On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
 
 
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
 
 
Donal Mahoney...

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Emma was my granny, German born gal, 
from Alsace-Lorraine, her will was homespun.
Her mom had six young children to corral -
emigrating in eighteen eighty-one. 

Enduring the trip 'cross the waves alone
Pop had come early to find them a place.
With folks like hers, Emma kept up the pace -
hard-working, trust-worthy, independent.
Dark-haired beauty with a smile on her face,
my Emma could handle any event....

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Fall time and it’s freezing
Poles are cold
Walls are green
See the others sneezing

Time just seems to slip away
As the ruby trees wither
Rosemary streets slither
While the talons touch the season

Turning tides rise and fall
Timbers telling treasons
Cults eviscerate taverns
Tumbling rocks they stall

Emigrating egrids eagerly expostulate
Against snails in grass
Whilst gold changes brass
Monasteries monitor maneured man...

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