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Ava Springs Poem
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 © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2025
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Ava Springs Poem
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've run out of all 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 © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2025
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Ava Springs Poem
O me o my
Is that a goose,
Riding there
Upon a moose?
I wonder what
They’re doing there?
Perhaps they’re going
To the fair.
Oh, I have seen
The strangest things -
A purple swan,
A frog with wings.
A tortoise also
I have seen,
Wearing socks
Of pink and green.
He was talking
On the phone,
It made me smile -
I thought of home
Walking by
The ocean shore,
I saw a crowd
And heard a roar.
A camel danced
Upon a drum -
His feet moved quick,
I stopped to hum.
Then I saw
A plane up high,
And jumping out -
A crocodile.
Down he came
With parachute,
He wore a cape
And played the flute.
I didn’t care
How that could be,
I hoped he’d land
Far off from me.
A flock of sheep
Went skating by,
Then took off up
Into the sky.
With woolly wings
They sailed aloft -
They looked like clouds,
All fluffy soft.
I could go on
And say some more,
I’ve things to tell,
I’ve tales galore.
But just right now
I see the moon,
It’s time to sleep
I’ll see you soon
It’s time to sleep
I’ll see you soon.
Copyright © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2025
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Ava Springs Poem
The ghost of the haunted lighthouse, standing lonely by the sea,
Emerges every morning ‘twixt the hours of one and three,
His vacant eyes forlornly search the ocean, still in vain,
Where the vessel lies forever and the sailors' bones remain.
Up and down the stairs he drifts, and thrice around the lamp,
An empty bottle at his hip, the air all cold and damp.
He moans and wails a ghosty chant, a song that isn’t known
By men of breath who come to see a man who can’t atone.
These stories are as old as hills, the haunted lighthouse ghosts,
When lonely keepers kept lamps lit on deadly rocky coasts,
With powers sublime, when tempests raged, these souls were tested then
And stormy seas and weedy pipes meant death to that ship’s men.
Copyright © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2025
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Pumpkin flowers, opened new in morning light,
Will never fail to catch the eyes of passers by
With large and yellow petals of pure delight
Like little suns, they humbly open where they lie,
Dotted along a wreath of green and dappled leaves
(And herald there a winter's warm and fragrant pie!)
Through foliage dense and lush, yellow trumpets weave
Like cornets all at play, a brassy, silent trail,
Bells for tiny carriages for any who believe
In deep green seas, where golden floral boats sail,
Seaweed tendrils reaching down to fathoms deep
And sailors in yellow hats, hearty and hale.
Then they close, curl up, as though gone back to sleep.
Passers by continue, along the winding creek.
Copyright © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2026
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A Visual Poem
Copyright © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2026
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If I had to be an animal
I think I'd be a cat,
Sitting on a broomstick
Or on witch's hat.
And then with witchy powers
That my mistress would bestow,
I'd magic to my heart's content
Oh meow oh meow oh meow.
First I'd have a spot of fun
Just let the games commence,
I'd steal the bones of all those dogs
That live across the fence.
The ones that like to torment puss
And chase her just for fun,
I'd throw their bones to kingdom come
Now cats are number one.
I'd wait until they'd had their fill
Of chump and doggy food,
When curled up snug in doggy bed
I'd sneak up and Kaboom!
I'd suddenly appear and screech
And give them such a fright,
They'd wake up with their hairs on end
And quake all through the night.
And then I'd try and find a home
Where I could be a pet
To love an owner who loved me
As good as it does get.
By nights we'd sit around a fire
All cosy and content,
I'd leave my witchy hat behind
Not once would I lament.
Copyright © Ava Springs | Year Posted 2026
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