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Kate Sparks Poem
A little blue pill called Viagra
helps horny old men in Niagra.
So women beware,
anyone with a pair
is thinking of how he can shag ya.
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A hirsute young man named Barry
who's beard and mustache were quite scarry
cut off his hair
when presented a dare
from a woman he wanted to marry!
Copyright © Kate Sparks | Year Posted 2015
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Kate Sparks Poem
In my hand, black seed
hope unfurls golden petals
bees madly dancing
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Kate Sparks Poem
After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue
and feast on bread with honey
stolen from autumn bees
still drunk in love with sunflowers.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child
with eyes the shade of bluebells
Copyright © Kate Sparks | Year Posted 2015
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A little old lady named Kate
whose memory wasn’t so great
was pinched on the rear
by a man with a lear
said she sir, are we on a date?
Copyright © Kate Sparks | Year Posted 2016
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Spring forward?
my sleep deprived brain
wants its hour back!
it wraps dreamy fingers
around a second
mug of tea.
Outside the kitchen door,
winter in retreat
dropped a final, one two
punch, with feet
of snow, and sleet
back inside the warm
mud is on the floor?
Spring forward!
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Kate Sparks Poem
Spring Sings
Spring sings,
in steady rhythm
rain falling
swollen streams overflowing
spring sings,
a high vibration
of bees wings
beating, a constant droning
spring sings,
a celebration
poppies dance
red dresses flutter, glowing
Spring sings,
in jubilation
jays calling
hallelujah chorus growing
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Little Willy mad as hell
pushed his sister in the well.
mother said while drawing water
it's so hard to raise a daughter!
Copyright © Kate Sparks | Year Posted 2015
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Kate Sparks Poem
Silver drops of moon
Light and dark fill my soul
Rivers run through me.
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Kate Sparks Poem
Winter’s shortest day
reaches with icy fingers
frozen silver night
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