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Lynn D. Poem
The votes counted
More ballots were founded
Voters in record numbers
Political sites, lots of funders
Plenty of unrest
Opposing sides, candidates at their best
Can we work together
Solutions instead of division. Oh, that's clever.
Taking sides, talking battles
Criticizing, interruptions, so much, it rattles
Working together
Sounds better
Political choices
The prople's voices
Demonstations, people shouting
Others doubting
Signs are made
They're not getting paid
Choices, confusion ensues
Who doesn't have the blues
The protestors march
Walking under the arch
Lots to say
Their cause will stay
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2020
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Lynn D. Poem
The snow fell like shredded cotton
Beautiful as it falls and never forgotten
At night when the lights go on
I could swear I saw a fawn
The drops of snow melt away
A sight to behold, I must say!
The bonfire bright as they sing
A moment of silence, the phone won't ring
The stars glow bright in the night black sky
I wish on a star, it's so very far
The chilly night air, and frozen fingers
The wind gust starts, the chill lingers
A sight to behold, the wintery scene
Looking everywhere and not fully seen!
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2023
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The rooster crowed
The wind blowed
The horse stomped
The pig chomped
The weeds grew
A yellow shoe
The dog barked
The car parked
The chicken squawked
The man talked
The sun shone
Good to be home
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2018
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The understanding race
Much competition to face
The disappointing loss
Frustrations tou must toss
The skaters dance
The underdogs chance
The pressure of perfection
The judge's selection
The winner's adulation
Stands for a nation
The cheering crowd
Grows ever loud
A skiers mistake
Acceptance one has to make
The pair skates
The hand shakes
How beautiful they glide
How nervous inside
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2022
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The wind whipped
The child spoke
The slipper fell
They called her simple folk
The tire screeched
The moment passed
Long forgotten
Hidden in the past
The painting glowed
The figure moved
The light of life
Impressions of food
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2018
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Wild honey
Smoking trees
Hopping bunny
Higher fees
Wind blowing
Burning fire
Tragedy flowing
A deflated tire
Friends engaging
Believers speaking
Winds raging
Gas leaking
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2018
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The bird was chirping
The man was working
The door creaked
The woman shrieked
The woman wrote
The man spoke
The leaf danced
The horse pranced
The chicken squawked
The child talked
The dog barked
The car parked
An elderly man running
A young girl is sunning
A tune is playing
An old man is praying
The sun is rising
A company is downsizing
A jazz tune is heard
A buffalo herd
The clouds form
Executives brainstorm
The weatherman predicts
A man's cold afflicts
A bell is heard
Commencement incurred
A leaf fell
It is brisk, I can tell
A violent siege
A brainstorming Gottlieb frege
Footsteps on scattered leaves
A hungry man at a foodbank receives
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2021
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The trees swayed
her lips moved
the wind whipped
the citizens sued
Enjoy the journey for soon its over
stressed and sighing
a seed tossed under a mower
Continuing on in a heady fever
resistance strong
the flowers bloom
the mountain high to be an achiever
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2018
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Lynn D. Poem
The bird flew
The beagle halted
Raindrops fell, but only a few
The ice melted, the leaf dropped
The ground salted
Regretting some choices, to name a few
Uncertainty looming
Limited openings, naming two
The quest goes on
Not always forward
The sun sets
The object is drawn
People dance
Around and around
Its all chance
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Lynn D. Poem
Strange dreams
Loud screams
Winter in December
Dreams I cant remember
Sometimes I'm falling
Unwanted jobs are calling
Visions of big waves
A road paved
Odd events
Circus tents
Nothing makes sense
Decisions to make, still on the fence.
Would rather a story
In all its glory
Dont like dreaming
Unless it's the sun beaming
Senseless dreams
Wish only of streams
Dont like screams
Like the sun when it beams
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2020
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