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Alice Nightingale Poem
If olny life were as simple as a fairytale,
we could see what we wanted to happen,
not just simply hopes and thoughts in our head.
Evil would evade from all worries and fears,
"worry" would disappear from the English dictionary and vocabulary altogether.
Stress would cease to exist.
Wrong choices wouldn't be followed by consequences,
and every choice would be followed with positive reactions.
Laughing would be part of our daily routine,
and one would always smile,
even if it's the hardest thing to do in the moment.
With the flick of a wand,
our troubles would vanish,
and a few taps with our ruby slippers
would send us in the right direction.
Every future would have it's own happy ending,
if only life were as simple as a fairytale.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2009
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Alice Nightingale Poem
The desire grows,
the bond strengthens,
to let you hold me in your arms.
closer.
stronger.
oh, how I'd love to fall asleep in your arms,
for they are safe I know,
warm with comfort.
don't move a muscle,
breathing heavy,
wishing time would come to a hault just for us.
never to let a moment slip,
without full appreciation and affection,
of how lucky we are to have found one another,
when not really looking with our eyes,
but letting our hearts lead the way
in the direction they had secretly planned,
without us fully knowing.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2009
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Alice Nightingale Poem
Missing you,
in the heat of summer,
busy lives we are encountered by.
A subtle grin appears across my face,
looking up into the sky,
wondering the afternoon away.
The distance we know,
doesn't surpass the truth,
a truth that becomes stronger as time passes us by.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2009
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Alice Nightingale Poem
Glory in the end
Sparkle, then faded lust
Left to love again.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
Twenty two this day,
with flowers, cake and love,
little like Monday.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
If I were a fish,
and I could fly,
I'd turn the world upside down,
simply just to make it better.
If I were a morning dove
and I could swim,
I'd make sure that everyone is loved,
and the world would be happier.
If I were a parrot,
with a vow of silence,
all would stop and listen,
to the more important things in life.
If I could,
I would continue kissing you forever,
and love you like no other.
If I were a lucky leprechaun
I'd leap to the end of the rainbow
and share all my wealth with the world.
Flying fish,
Swimming doves,
Silent parrots,
Endless kisses,
and lucky leprechauns
may not exist in our world
but they could,
if we stayed young at heart.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
Vividly, you can see that you're perfection is only natural.
Averting commercial tides, while you continue
Licking the uncooked cupcake batter off the spoon.
Excellence on its own merit, without any reused romantic tricks,
Noticing the lonely,
Tend to eat chocolate by the pounds while
Inside, their hearts swarm with bitterness
Nonetheless, all wise women should know,
Eating all your feelings never fills the emptiness
Such atrocities have "hopeless romantic" and
Danger written all over them, hence they must stop.
Applaud your independence and simply love
You.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
Delicate Girl
Dancing to the private tune in my head.
Effervescent, as always,
Loving life,
Insofar, as it will allow.
Cantering,
Alongside my faith, while I wait for
Tomorrow's new sun.
Escaping the blues by a fine hair, without
Grief.
Instigating a sea of divine happiness followed by,
Relief and knowledge that,
Loving head over heels shall happen, yet again.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
The sunlight illuminates the dust in my room,
reminding me of what I have not done yet,
and what remains to be completed.
That which needs to be done now can wait until tomorrow.
This theory carries with it one simple flaw,
tomorrow there will be more doings that need to be done.
There will always be more doings that need to be done,
for if there weren't our existence would be most boring in the least.
The sunlight shines through my window,
and does not wait until tomorrow, so why should I?
Perhaps it is because I am too antsy to sit still,
or too anxious and worried to let my mind settle on one task.
"NOW", I sternly remind myself,
that which needs to be done cannot wait until tomorrow.
If it needs doing, do it now!
Open your eyes,-it won't be easy; it could take five minutes or two hours.
When the mind strays too far,
remember, tomorrow there will always be more doings that need to be done.
The sunlight illuminates the dust in my room,
poor lonely dust bunnies,
left with little attention to be had.
I'll attend to you,
just after I read this paper, send that e-mail,
and oh, wait until tomorrow.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2012
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Alice Nightingale Poem
The flap on the Coffee Cup
bothers me so.
Not staying in place,
where it should.
How something so simple and small,
could stand a chance at all,
for reaching the Thoughts in My Head,
puzzles me so.
So insignificant,
with little importance,
perhaps trying to hide
the more important worries that wander My Head.
Oh, the flap on the Coffee Cup.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2010
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