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Best Poems Written by Sharon Fallis

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Mugwump

A bird/bee with head-mug, on one side of fence, tail/wump on other.

A mugwump sitting on a fence,
smug as he can be.
His mug was writting a reference,
and his wump was hanging free.

When mugwump would lift his head,
a flight he tried to make.
When he flapped his wings o'lead,
his wump got stuck in the gate.

Mugwump is a mighty mess,
hanging from that rail.
As a pilot he forgot to test,
the windsock for the gusty gale.

If a situation should arise,
where you think he's gotton free.
It wouldn't be good to surmise,
that mugwumps are great big bees.

If you consort with bees and birds,
the words should set you free.
But, if you don't watch your words,
a mugwump, you will turn out to be.

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Home Baked Wared

Boxes and boxes of lovely soft creams,
ready to be loaded on our ship of dreams.
Chocolate cream pies, and chocolate E'clairs,
lemon filled donuts, and Jelly cream bars.

Oodles and oodles of illicit delights,
watching my hips grow out of sight.
i shan't resist, some coconut cream pies,
bulging above my double sized thighs.

With my mouth watering I sit and stare,
at all these wonderful home baked wares.
Give me fortitude, squeezed out with a tear,
need some treats? Help yourself my dear.

When over fed, I am finding to my ilk,
groaning, I need more cookies and milk.
A situation I should not have begun,
encourages a visit to the dietitian.

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My Garden Poem

In the garden of poems percieved,
my dreams are plucked from ideals.
Placed on the pages of creative seeds,
where friends meet to read and spiel.

Watered images grown very tall,
patterned to my bidden ages.
The dreams for sages large and small,
paid down and read from silvered pages.

Growing in rows this, my trite recall,
I've shared my innermost feelings of heart.
An articled discourse written for all,
portrayed my own passionate song of art.

Breathing the aroma of those vented pearls,
more tender than a romantic rendition.
When transplanted these dreamed of deeds,
found perusing among poetical fountains.

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Stand Up Tall and Be Counted

Stand up tall and be counted,
join the mighty force.
Make sure to be united,
so there is no remorse.

Take a bible in your hand,
swear unto God up above.
Tell others of your stand,
and His mighty, mighty love.

Stand up tall and be counted,
join the hallowed rehearsed.
Follow the Lord, undaunted,
debunking all sinners first.

Take up the sword of justice,
protedt hordes along the way.
Heartfelt yells of gustiness,
when Jesus leads the way.

Stand up and be counted,
join the heavenly source.
Obey His simple commands,
stay on Gods destined course.

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The Little Lamp- - - (Terza Rima)

A little glowing lamp on the window sill
ceramic, six inches tall, white and blue
Shining through mystic night to welcome still

Pretty wee blue  flora painted on lamps shade
welcoming lone sleeper stumbling in night
Fettered not with a larger blue glowing glade

Throwing shadows softly on the distant wall
as you shuffle in safety down yonder stair
Gently reminding you not to trip and fall

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Tree Killer- - -Clogymach

It takes twenty years to grow tall
Pine trees growing spreading their all
Jack pine is their sway
Seedlings in earth lay
Sprouting clay
Climbing tall

Lightning bolts shot down towards earth
Striking trees amid their grown girth
Setting fires of strife
Tearing at their life
Burning rife
Sensless worth

Blackened wasteland lays wasted dome
Killing all vegetation grown
Fireplant is all 'round
Forest gains a ground
Pine cones found
newly sewn

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Abandoned Old Garden Gate

(lilibonelle)

Beneath the Brambles on rock walls end
there lays a stately old garden gate
Lost to the world of traveler's friend
no longer there to accomadate those late

There lays a stately old garden gate
rusted and unhinged where it did fall
No longer shiny nor standing sedate
but laying against a bottom of the wall

lost to the world of traveler's friend
useless once and for all, disintigrate
None to repair its rusted lost trend
and by others to lay there postulate

No longer there to accomodate those late
still hidden where it dropped and fell
Dead to the world of the poets fate
lonely, forlorn, left in morpheus's spell

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My Blessings of Joy

When all my blessings have been counted,
they show my immense special joys.
These are the things I like flaunted,
knowing I have five loving boys.

next when blessings are unfurled,
God blessed me with a baby girl.
Of blessings this is not the end of story,
my husband is my main squeeze, my glory.

Not to mention all the little ones,
for my pleasure, were sent from heaven.
Twelve grandkids and I'm the lucky one,
thirteen greatgrandkids I've been given.

I'm the happiest person of all livin',
they are the special joys I am given.
Jesus, I know he loves me, my friend,
God tells me so, with hope he sends.

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I Sit By the Window

You've been gone a day or more,
i've missed you so much my darling.
I sit by the window and watch the road,
await for your return with yearning.

Waiting as I sit near the window,
watching through the misting rain.
Hoping your little red pickup truck,
soon brings you back home again.

You went off to the ocean city,
to handle some business there.
You have been gone for only a day,
honey, it seem more like a year.

I sit here and forlornly wait,
for you to drive into our yard.
Hoping your little red pickup truck,
soon brings you back home to my arms.

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Whirligig

Whirligig sailing across the prairie,
chasing it's own gyrating tail.
Up and down, in and out, merrily,
climbing higher, it almost pales.

Bringing tears to your eyes,
from floating dust in the air.
Breathless, you let out a sigh,
as long as it's floating near.

Reach out and feel it near by,
easing past, elusive to your touch.
Dancing higher up into the sky,
thunder drums beat, as, at it you clutch.

Watch the golden wheatfields, as they sway,
twisting and turning in and out, all about.
Whirligig flight's move up, up, and away,
moving from hill to hill, a twisted spout.

Receeding little by little, bit by bit,
down it's twisted winding path.
Over hills of grain, getting smaller as it goes
gently dissappears, then is gone at last.