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Yvonne Livingstone Kania Poem
At four forty five, which does draw near,
As food and drinks are thrown away,
I'll live to see another day,
In dishes and Tubberware,
I've emptied all my mealtime wares,
left all alone, like a puppy at the pound,
Until morning comes around,
Then I'll go home, and I'll come back,
filled-up with brand new meals and snacks.
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Yvonne Livingstone Kania Poem
Wind Moans
Blows softly
Tree branches start swaying
Leaves begin to float, gently drift
And fall
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Yvonne Livingstone Kania Poem
Love comes in many
shapes and sizes
In many forms
and devices.
But love that is
certain and never a fad
Is the love that I
got forever from dad.
You taught me to love and
to fight for my right
You took me in and
kissed me goodnight.
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My Mum
Is so Caring
She is always helpful
She is so beautiful and kind
Love you
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Autumn
Leaves are falling
The birds finish calling
Nights drawing in, getting colder
Hearts glow
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Empty
With nervous fear
Continuous dull pain
Until all feeling are dissolved
Love lies?
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Fury
Fast, loud and hard
Cursing,shaking,building,
Dreading I'm reaching breaking point
Madness
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Guilty
Or not guilty
Experience frustrates
Behold the silvermoon, then weep!
Then weep!
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Paddington sat down feeling saddened
On the green very quiet open glade
And he pulled out a sandwich from his hat
Made With the finest marmalade.
He had heard sad news
That the Queen's life had come to an end
He cried the day they met
She had become his bestest friend.
They had shared afternoon tea
That very day when at the Palace he had been invited
He remembered he could hardly speak
After being so very excited.
He offered her his sandwich
Made with genuine love and care
She smiled at him with such a grin
And showed the little bear??
That inside of her handbag
There was something she had made
And that She too kept a sandwich
Made of the finest marmalade.
Although he was a little bear
And she being a majestic queen
Watching her take that sandwich out her handbag
Was the best thing he had ever seen.
He wondered how many others would miss her
Now that she had gone
His heart was filled to the brim
When he switched his little phone on.
He saw that Facebook had flooded
With her pictures old and new
And that he himself that little bear
Was also in them too.
Although he is the saddest
That he has ever been
He will always forever remember
The day he had tea with the Queen.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2022
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Snow on grass glistens
Red maple leaves drifting down
lights glow on the path
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