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Gloria Watts Poem
That Girl
Amanda Watts
I think she’s the hots
Ever so sweet
You're in for some treats
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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Gloria Watts Poem
The Old Diary
I turn each page
black on white scribbles
of yesterdays long gone.
Eyes strain, ache,
hold back tears that threaten
as words half remembered
sear my brain.
Stained, brown-edged, each
page a sword that pierces,
draws forth old resentments,
frustrations buried deep,
worms that gnawed held
ever close through
wasted years.
A story told,
once dear, buried beneath
words spoken in haste, never
revealed the love, and hate
held close to snake through
body and soul until
eternity
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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Gloria Watts Poem
Christmas – Plum Cake
If you like Plum Cake
Do beware
For unripe plums
Can cause despair
Be very careful
With the flour
Sift and sift but
Don’t take an hour
Add some sugar
But do beware
Sugar is bad,
So do take care
Mix in some
Butter, this way
Use your fingers
washed today
Time to mix in
Some luscious plums,
Careful now, wash
That red tongue
Getting late now
Off to bed
Think of tomorrow’s
Christmas –
Of the Plum Cake ahead
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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Gloria Watts Poem
Memories -
Laughter explodes, runs riot
children huddled beneath sheets,
heads lost in wonderland of white.
Grown-ups with whispered words
wait, breath held tight,
at top of the stairs, passed mid-night.
Eyes closed, flushed cheeks,
presents laid at silent feet,
on coverlets bathed by moonlight.
All quiet, all through the night, until
morning brings Christmas Day’s delight.
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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She smiles, they swarm around her, small beings
with huge eyes in masked faces, ‘trick or
treat’ their voices swell, fill her ears
with singsong as she holds out
the tray. Arms reach out, small
hands clutch, dig deep,
push against soft
flesh, nails dig
deep, cause
blood
to
surface.
She staggers,
almost falls, calls
out loud when fingers
pinch, nip at worn out flesh,
grasp tight as words that taunt fill
the air, echo through the silent
night, sweet cookies for everyone but
cookies are not on the menu tonight
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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Gloria Watts Poem
Bouquet of Flowers
Lilies tall
Virgin white,
Fill the vase beneath the light
On polished table standing bright,
Petals firm
Stalk upright
Beauty absolute.
Yellow sepals
Spread wide,
Within each throat they dare to hide
Finger bright rich yellow dyed,
Waving strong
Standing tall
Beauty absolute.
Tender green
Within glass,
Drink deep, stand tall to last,
One more day, before they pass,
Droop low
Bend deep
Beauty in retreat.
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2014
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Gloria Watts Poem
A man of many hues
that’s you,
one I cannot fathom
that’s true.
But when I look
into your eyes
all I see is blue,
so maybe that's
how I think of you.
Dazzling blue,
always true,
my man blue….
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
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Complex . . .
You look at me with the saddest eyes
You listen hard to my replies
You answer when I call your name
You sleep, you eat, you never complain
I love you, yes I really do
I love to spend my time with you
You brighten up my every day
I’m glad you’re here, here to stay
The only thing that bothers me
Is when you wag your tail so free
I thought it love, but can it be
If you wag for every one you see
I think I’m beginning to recognise
That sad, sad look is your disguise
I don’t know you, no not at all
I’m just a sentimental fool
As each day you teach me
How complex a dog like you can be.
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2013
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