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Sharon Fallis Poem
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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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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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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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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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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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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(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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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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God's loving arms surround you,
in your pain, he cries for you.
The light of love from within,
awaits for you to acknowledge him.
You only need to open your heart,
and find his love of which your a part.
Heaven's comfort comes from within,,
in Gods eyes eternal life will begin.
Angel's wrap their love around you,
absorbing your earthly pain.
Knowing that when they surround you,
you'll never hurt or sorrow again.
Little brother needs to stay on earth,
find his own way in becoming a man.
you'll be together through new birth,
united, according to God's finial plan.
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Winds and rains fight all night,
lightening and thunder crash down.
Blowing so hard it was a fright,
earths folage getting tossed around.
Lightening flashes in blackened night,
heard thunder's rumbling sound.
Enraged, as storm impales much fright,
charging over desert's barren crown.
Tumbled weeds wheel out of sight,
gullies filled with watered dreams.
All the things left laying in sight,
are found floating down flushing streams.
Morning comes at new dawn's light,
sunshine climbs over a waning moon.
Dreamlike, is the gardner's delight,
as deserts burst into rainbow blooms.
When day's noontiime comes around,
cactus's have rushed their displays.
Most brilliant colors that do abound,
exotic plants are instantly portrayed.
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