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Tahlia Harris Poem
Dear Rosie so sweet, no so clue
Less I long for the day you grow and you bloom
How I wish for your petals to not fall but rise
But you are no fool for my pretty little lies.
I owe you for nothing and for nothing I owe
Longing for a simple smile and a lifeless hello
You never see me straight ahead
treating me like the dirt for your rose bed.
I am no Freesia full of passion and joy
I am a Daisy known not to tell of your judgment and sour pollen tube
Tell I will when the sun arises
Tell I will when you all seem too good to bloom
So now your leaves fall as they do
I continue to wonder how you grew
You smell bad and look Astray with you big stem which don’t stand straight
Do not look at me for help when you follow the flow
Keep sitting still and be gone
You say that makes no sense but I was doing it for years
So stand still, be strong and most of all hold on
Finally, it is my time I watch your petals fall and mine will arise
Copyright © Tahlia Harris | Year Posted 2019
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Tahlia Harris Poem
Santa came last year
Giving me whistles and blow horns and socks covered in pairs
But that is not what I want
Not socks or whistles or blow horns it ain't fair
Not stuffed animals but real ones who roar and have long hair
I am not complaining
Just stating what I well and truly deserve since I care
I don't want foam balls that require me leaving the house
Maybe a video game or two where you battle to the death
Not a boring board like one with the marble and the mouse
What about a red nerf gun, maybe three or four
I'll need someone to play with
And play with some more
I want chocolate and lots of big toys yes I do
With the fire red helmets who sing little tunes
Not coal or potatoes or icky, sticky, slimy green goo
But the ones who fight the bad guys off and fly to the moon
Not the girly ones with golden locks and pink bows in their hair
The big bad muscly ones who fight all bad guys in midair
So I leave you with no choice but to confront you
With my deep ferocious voice.
His elves have to step up their game
if they want to impress me
Since I simply would like what I want
I am a good boy you see
Leaving a note to the big fat jolly guy
Listing my many reasonable complaints
Santa come on now I know you work very hard
But I need more than that tiny little blue racing car
The night is here late Christmas eve
Time to express my thoughts and my feelings when he comes from afar
So I march down the stairs all mighty and tough
only too see all of my amazing stuff
I go crazy with excitement since I was a very good boy this year
seeing the toys and other big presents shaped like crinkled spheres
I creep and crawl to the huge tree in delight
Only to see not my name but brother Mike
Copyright © Tahlia Harris | Year Posted 2019
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