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Laura Hannan Poem
My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
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Laura Hannan Poem
The Catholics came to Junior school last Monday
And took my sister out of Maths
The rules had changed
They'd read The Book
Averages could no longer be taught in class
"One, plus one, plus one, the teacher said, equals three
And divided by three is one.
But Jesus, plus God, plus the Holy Ghost equals,
One
And divided by three is
Infinite Power!"
My hamster passed away last Monday
His soul left to be judged
I hope that when the good are numbered
That God knows how to count.
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
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Laura Hannan Poem
"Only other poets read your poems"
Said my father, to my great appall
So I plastered a poem in spray paint
To the side of the town's harbor wall
Then the bobbies saw my piece of artwork
And they dragged me away to a cell
Then they threatened to brand me a vandal
And they called up my parents as well
When my father showed up, he was yelling
"What in blazing God's name did you do?"
I replied "You were wrong 'bout my poems
The policemen have all read them too!"
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
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Laura Hannan Poem
We were perfect together
Inseparable
Night and day
Two blackened petals of the amaranth
Wizened, rotted, but eternal
A white angel, a waxwork skeleton
Gliding up the road
Towards the wedding knell
And by the altar
Before the eyes of God
A letter, with your scrawled apology across it.
Rushing to the phone now
Dialling your number with spinster’s fingers
I cry
Don’t leave me
“The number you are calling no longer exists”
Then I remember
You faded long ago
The dress has yellowed
The clocks have stopped
The feast has rotted
I’m talking to myself.
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
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Laura Hannan Poem
Hope has flown into my closet
He won’t come out
No matter how much I beg
“I need reassurance
That my work will be done on time
And that I’ll have hours spare to tidy my bed
The thermostat is jammed,
The bathroom has flooded
The cooker is all out of gas
Ants have invaded my bedroom
My siblings are fighting on the lawn
The market has stopped stocking coffee
And I just cannot take anymore!”
And Hope replied
With a flutter of his wings
And a sparkling glint in his eye
“Stop bothering me
And bloody sort it out yourself!”
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
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