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Susan Keogh Poem
Bountiful banquets served by the mind
Keats, Poe and Frost once sat and dined
Men pick up their pens and find
Voices that have need to say
Reverie holds sway
Soon verses display
Ponderings
Here and
Now.
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Susan Keogh Poem
There once was a man named Dan
Who sat with a paper fan.
He sat in the sun
and had such fun
and wound up with quite a tan.
Copyright © Susan Keogh | Year Posted 2010
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Susan Keogh Poem
Bichon Frise
Rough and ready
Ultimate companion
Intellectual breed
Shadow by my side
Ever so playful
Regal little dog
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Susan Keogh Poem
There once was a man named Gar,
Who came from the planet Mars.
He had fun in the sun,
As he toasted his buns.
And slurped his drink from a bar.
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Susan Keogh Poem
Wearing of the green
For sure it’s St. Patrick’s Day
Leprechauns, shamrocks
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Susan Keogh Poem
Beating in the spring
Kaleidoscope of colors
Hummingbirds, live jewels
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Susan Keogh Poem
Heavens rays shine down
Capturing blue, icy waves
On ice crystal stones.
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Susan Keogh Poem
Lives fully and freely.
Intuitive by nature.
Balanced in the scales.
Robust like fine wine.
Always eager to please.
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Susan Keogh Poem
Winter brings snowflakes
No two snowflakes are alike
So soft, pure and white
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Susan Keogh Poem
Another stormy night in my hometown
Brought icy trees and wires down
Streets looking like a piece of glass
It was extremely hard for cars to pass
On this cold and chilling winters night
Bodies were thrown from a car in flight
One could see, not far out of sight
The reflection of red and blue lights
From a deadly car crash, to a coffin
Lying there in innocence and youth
Surrounded by an aura of white
Called home too soon by God.
Copyright © Susan Keogh | Year Posted 2010
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