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Best Poems Written by Elisabeth Sheaffer

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Seaside Memories

Late Summer sun on golden sands
Throws shadows from the cliffs and rocks
And the patiently-waiting donkeys stand
Near the aptly-named Refreshment Box.

Tea and coffee, squash and ice-cream,
Packs of biscuits and home made cake,
Sea salt spray and the seagulls’ scream
And sand castles that children make.

Nothing has changed much over time
Except for the friends no longer seen,
The friends when life was in its prime
Now lost in the years in between.

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He Who Hesitates Is Lost

The cake which lay upon the plate,
I wanted it but was polite.
That was the one you grabbed and ate;
The cake which lay upon the plate
You ate at an alarming rate.
You said it was a sheer delight
The cake which lay upon the plate,
I wanted it but was polite.

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Spirit of Autumn

She drifted from the woods and through the fields,
			While trailing wisps of early morning mist.
			The air was filled with tangy, smoky scents,
			The garden's final Summer-Autumn tryst. 

			Her hair was golden fire in the sunlight,
			She crossed the ripened countryside with grace,
			Her hands were filled with nature's harvest gifts,
			The season's beauty shining in her face.

			She said the woods were full of spiders' webs
			Hanging between the bushes and the trees,
			Sparkling diamond dewdrops on the branches
			With early morning sunlight on the leaves.

			She said the trees were full of ripened fruit,
			Bright flowers still enticing lazy bees,
			The Autumn sun soon dried the sprinkled dew
			And she embraced the glory of the trees.

			She told me it was Summer's parting gift,
			The leaves were red and yellow, bright like flame,
			A blend of glowing colours for her dress,
			The Spirit of the Autumn was her name.

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The Fun of the Fair

The fun of the fair, sound and sight,
Swirling circles of brilliant light,
Octopus, dodgems,  Ferris wheel
And then there’s a truly tasty meal,
A hot dog and onion delight.

The wailing ghost train haunts the night,
Goose bumps form as the people squeal
And everyone unites to feel
The fun of the fair.

The merry-go-round in full flight,
Pink and white popcorn warm and light,
These sounds and sights help me to steal
Echoes of youth and then I can feel
The thrill of a magical night,
The fun of the fair.

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Chocoholic

I thought that I would buy myself a chocolate Easter Egg
And keep it till the light of Easter morn.
I kept it in the 'fridge but temptation drew me in 
To taste it long before  the Easter dawn.

Strong-minded and severe, I resisted everyday
Remembering the dark luscious flavour
Protected by a covering of shiny golden foil,
My mouth kept watering as I could savour

Such a treat waiting patiently for me till Easter Day,
A sign of new life but I lost the plot!
On Saturday, after a dreadful week, I grabbed the egg,
Tore off the golden foil and scoffed the lot.

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Advertising Doesn'T Pay

Most TV adverts are a waste of time
But useful when you need a cup of tea,
You can turn the sound down and watch them mime,
Most TV adverts are a waste of time.
I'll never buy the things they show but I'm
Most grateful how the break enables me,
Most TV adverts are a waste of time
But useful when you need a cup of tea.

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At Rest

Where the bluebell carpet lies
Under green and silver trees,
Yellow primrose clusters guard
The place that no one sees.

Echoes of a gentler age
Now remote from days and hours,
This is where I visit you
Resting fragranced by the flowers.

Where the woodland hides your grave
Sunlit, stirring in the breeze,
Silver ash watch over you
As you rest among the trees.

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A Double Life

No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
Most folk knew her since she was a nipper,
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper.
A woman always cheerful and chipper,
She twirled her tassels publicly, but still
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.

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A Food Label Lament

A Food Label Lament

			  	Every day there's folk who expound
				on what we should eat, and I've found
				they all promote a point of view
				of what they think is good for you.
                                The manufacturers don't comply
				and in the face of reason fly,
				for taste is what makes products sell,
				that's what the listed contents tell.

				Please ignore the sugar and salt,
				which isn't really all their fault.
				They do it to improve the taste
				so that it doesn't go to waste,
				or you'll just throw it in the bin.
				After all, it isn't a sin
				to stop your food from tasting bland
				when additives are close at hand.

				Once, it was E-numbers that prevailed
				and colourings were much bewailed
				for they were always thought to be
				such harmful things for you and me.
				Now it's sugar and salt to blame
				and fat to add another name.
				Cakes and biscuits, well they're all bad
				and chocolate is banned, which makes us sad.

				For something has to sweeten life
				which frankly is too full of strife.
				Should it really turn out this way?
				It's quite impossible to say.
				At any rate some comfort food
				lifts our spirits and cheers our mood.

				Let's ignore what's on the packet,
				advertising's just a racket.
				It may be good or may be not,
				the main thing is, don't eat a lot.
				Everything in moderation,
				that will be our health's salvation.

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Winter Sunset

Late Winter afternoon at four o’clock
The sun was rushing off to bed
Where pillowed clouds received it
As it sank to rest.

Five seagulls following the light
Pursued the fading glory in the west,
White arrows in the darkening sky
Following the sun.

Separate and solitary
A single bird made haste
In purposeful pursuit
Fleeing the darkness.

He soared and swooped from side to side,
Powerful, carefree flight
Until six birds vanished
In the Winter sunset.