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Best Poems Written by Patrica Bowen Salyers

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A Bird In Flight

While the wind blew swiftly.
The bird flew thrifty.
Flapping its wings.
Faster and harder.
Against the wind.
The bird flew like it was blind.
Swirling all around the skyline.
All at once the wind calmed down.
The bird came through town.
Soaring its wings.
As it roared right past me.
To find rest upon a clothes line.

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If I Could

If I could give you the moon
I would lasso it and
Pull it to you.

If I could give you the stars
I would gather them in bunches
Just for you.

If I could give you the sun
I would pack it to you know
Matter how hot it was.

If I could give you the wind 
I would bottle it up
an hand it to you.

If I could give you the rain
I would catch it in pails
So you could see your 
reflection in it.

I would give you my heart
If you could just let my love 
Enter your heart.

That is how deep
My love for you is.

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Death

I do not fear death.
I will be brave to the end.
Hell doesn't want me 
for I tell know lies.

I've seen the grim reaper,
the shadow of death.
He's nothing but an
imaginary creature
that I don't dread.

There are many ways
of death that I will not
mention.
Your the only one that 
knows your fate of redemption.

They'll be sadness throughout
the nation.
If a war of the worlds unfolds.

The devil walks amongst us.
He strifes for our crime.
So make amends for your sins.

When I die 
I don't want
anyone to cry.

I will face death and judgement 
without panic.
Then I'll cross
the golden gates to heaven.

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Befuddled Little Bride

A little befuddled bride could be heard crying on the hillside.

She huddled near a very brittle tree.

Muddling over the belittlement of her groom to be.

She ruddled her hair with anger.

Her piddling wasn’t solving anything.

She straddled her mare and took off in a gallop. 

Twiddling her way down the hillside.

The gallop slowed to a trot.

As the mare entered the country road. 

She veered the mare from a puddle of mud.

Trotting to the stables with her head hung high.

Why should I show shame when I  am not the blame.

It is the groom who dishonored me not my fame.

That’s my blast from the past.

He’s my blast into the future.

When I become his little befuddled bride.

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Fluffy White Clouds

Swinging being lazy enjoying
a capricious summer breeze.

As I watched fluffy white clouds
Floating by.

One cloud looked like a log.
another one like a dog.
oh look, that one is a frog.

I sung, as I swung, about a frog
jumping over the dog
to get on the log.

I watched the clouds
to form more objects
for my song.

I see a cat, also a rat
oh my, that  one looks like 
a nat.

I sung, as I swung, about the frog
jumping over the dog to get on the
log. While the cat chased a rat,
as a nat buzzed about.

The fluffy white clouds turned
black. Sprinkles of rain started 
coming down.

I runned in the house closing the
screen door. Watched the pouring 
rain come down. 

While thinking about the
capricious summer breeze
with fluffy white clouds floating by.

My day ended with a smile.

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The Haunted House

I entered a haunted house
              you see.

It was all full of dust and
       spider webbies.

A slam of a door had me
       running for cover.

   I heard a scream
   that gave me an
    eerie feeling.

There was a rattle of chains
                   and
      a cladder of thunder.

Then a ghost appeared
   and started floating
    down the stairway.

My teeth went to chattering
and my knees was a knocking.

   So I closed my eyes
 and said a little prayer.

Then I opened my eyes
then there I was sitting
in the middle of my bed
all covered with covers.

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My Holiday

The Holiday is almost here because:
I hear the sound of bells ringing for needy kids.
Listen at the tussle and bussle in crowded malls.
People cussing and fussing about their so called in-laws.
While the kids is a pouting about their letters to Santa Claus.
The family is decorating our tree with old fruit looms oops... I meant heirlooms.
So lets break out the eggnog to toast the decking of halls in our home.
With granny in the kitchen baking a yule-tide-log.
Look out here comes the so called in-laws.
Carrying the same old fruit cake we gave them last  year.
Put on a smile and open the door to wish them Happy Holidays with gritting teeth.
As I thank the in-laws for the fruit cake that I take straight to toss out the back door.
Lets sit down to the table to eat our Holiday feast that I slaved on all week.
Over to the tree we go to exchange gifts that we really don't want because its 
something we'll never use.
To your family from ours we wish you Happy Holidays even though were looney 
as hell.

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The Return of Day Or Night

As the world turns

night churns away 

then a new day yearns

for the night to return

so the sun will adjourn

to the stern 

of earthly concern

while silvern clouds

drift wildly altern

making patterns 

that look like ferns

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Holiday Shopping

Shop Shop Shop I have had enough.
Going from store to store is mighty tuff.
Getting through town is really ruff.
People is a pushing, shoving, and  being gruff.
Some people have happy faces thats all fluffed up.
Others have sour faces thats all puffed up.
Look I see a shop lifter all cuffed up.
One child wants a stuffed animal.
The other one wants a set of ear muffs.
Making decisions is extremely tough.
All the stores is being guff.
hmm....the fake Santa Claus slough his beard to the side.
Take my advice an shop early enough.
Don't wait till the last minute.
Because you might huff up.
As I sit here getting my nails all buffed.
Let me wish you a Merry Christmas.
Before I Scream.

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First Love

There was an
cold October rain.
Filling the fall air!
The sky was dark 
and gloomy!
 
It was an ending 
to a summer
of timeless love!
Tears stream down
the young girls face.

That wasn't all that 
was ending.
She was letting go
of her very first love.

Through the years
her mind drifted 
to that first love.
Wondering what that
love could have been.

30 years has past
she pleads a prayer
to Heaven above.
Let me find real true
love, before I leave
this cruel world.

That first love 
she gave up
years ago has
re-entered her life.

Was that prayer 
answered.
Only time 
will tell.