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Ann Fraser Poem
Bright Moonlight
To capture moonlight in your palm
Forever hold the lunar sun
A double gift from nature’s kind
God’s day and night for everyone
When midnight is a raven black
The velvet night in silence shows
A luminous and bright midnight
A heart at peace when beauty glows.
Copyright © Ann Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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Ann Fraser Poem
Whimsy
Humour is not always fun
Sometimes it’s out of place
But when it strikes it could just put
A smile upon your face.
While walking barefoot on the sand
And contemplating woe,
The muse of humour happened by
And this I did compose:
I am a small and tiny toe
And of the colour pink
I complement my foot so well -
Just love to walk in sync.
I am a large and funny bone
I do my best to charm
And with my bendy sense of fun
My humour can disarm.
I am a nose, a nosy thing
I lead us here and there
Smelling smoke from far-off fires
Just watch my nostrils flare.
Three verses will suffice for now
My muse she has grown tired
I have run out of body parts
That seem to be inspired.
Have I gained from making up
Some humour in this way?
I have not thought of woe at all,
That’s all that I can say.
Copyright © Ann Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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Lessons from Shakespeare
Here’s a song of tragedies
Four plays from bygone times
Shakespeare did the penmanship
For these heroic crimes.
Hamlet was a stately prince
King Lear a royal dad
Othello was a noble man
Macbeth was just plain bad.
From these stories we can learn
That great men can have flaws
And even in this century
We all can crash and burn.
Come on now and pull your socks up
Pull yourself together,
Think of your Ophelia
who needs you to get better.
Will you be or won’t you be -
Just make your mind up quick,
Before the others bring you down
With sword of poison trick.
Alas too late revenge is nigh
And not the one you thought
For old Polonius is dead
And you’re the one who’s sought.
(Is there comfort in the thought
That Hamlet came to know
That nothing’s either good or bad
But thinking makes it so.)
My love and I are just one flesh
My Desdemona true
The very thought of losing her
Just makes me feel plain blue
They say I have a jealous mind
My one and only flaw
I think the fault entirely hers
Perhaps I should make sure.
My first mate says it’s really so
So what should I believe?
He saw her with his own good eyes
Give him her handkerchief.
(Iago’s plot to bring him down
Succeeded to a T
Perhaps Othello’s not so great
A captain of the seas.)
I love my wife she wants to put
A crown upon my head.
She tells me that it is my fate
There must be some blood shed.
And so I tried, upon my life
I did what I have done
But the dagger that I slew him with
Returns to haunt my mind.
Yet now I’m king, my wife is queen
What more is there to do?
My wife appears to lose her wits
I’m sure that she’ll pull through.
(So it seemed to both of them
The way was clearly shown
But by snuffing out another’s life
Macbeth destroyed his own.)
Hamlet was a stately prince
King Lear a royal dad
Othello was a noble man
Macbeth was just plain bad.
And through these stories we can see
Some universal themes
But more importantly than that
A world of poetry.
Copyright © Ann Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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Still life in a field
with waiting truck - colours of
Old Ford and farm days
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A Rolling Stone
She’s weird as a broom stick, that witchy woman
That crazy, shonky, HONKY TONK WOMAN
On Monday she’s ANGIE, RUBY TUESDAY
Wednesday and Fridays it’s Glorious Rose.
What’s in a name? She sweetly asks me
I smell as good - why not change yours?
Ye Gods, What TUMBLING DICE did you roll?
What Shonky Tonk woman sent you me?
Its hard to see what was in your plan
Try as I might I just can’t see.
But wait a while - she’s UNDER MY THUMB
And now WILD HORSES can’t drag me away
I know YOU CAN’T AWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
But give THE ROLLING STONES some sway
Don’t PAINT IT BLACK, in a pall of despair
Try roll with the stones, and challenge her dare.
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Cartoon Character Clerihew Contest
Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner are a duo of cartoon characters from the Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies series of animated cartoons, first appearing in 1949. You can see them on You tube.
There goes beep beep Mr Road Runner
Who couldn’t have been beep beep much more funner.
But now we have no coyotes here -
I can always pretend that I saw a deer.
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King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
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Kaleidoscopic Myths
That sky is the limit.
Yet star-bursting stories
Will shower galaxies
With deepest mysteries
And dark oceanic
Creatures and histories.
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Mangroves
Forests of the Sea -
Briny lungs take tidal breaths
where white spoonbills feed.
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There was an old maid
There was an old maid in the square
Who tripped over her very long hair
She grabbed a street lamp
Performed a pole dance
And everyone gave her a cheer.
An old man was approaching the square
And he tripped while descending the stair
He did some cartwheels
Then tapped on his heels
Said Ginger, here’s your Fred Astaire.
Copyright © Ann Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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