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Elizabeth Babb Poem
Cold, wet, dreary day
Trickle, rain
Wash the leaves away
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2016
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Nature remembers:
knitting snow, whirling wind, ice!
A tapestry of the cold.
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2017
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Summer darkness swells
like warm silk filling my rooms
light plays shadow games
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2016
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Cavewoman, sitting in her cave
Angry as hell: her best spear did stave
Vinny the Caveman is at fault
Eagerly chasing deer, he failed to halt
Witness what happened next
Oh, his mighty muscles did flex
Mangling the staff
And breaking that gaff
Never thinking of Rita's best spear!
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2007
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Sun shines down, blue sky
Heat grows, flowers bloom so bright now
Color explodes, green rules
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2015
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frothy, salty lace
thundering waves batter shore
storm dancing on rock
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2007
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Elizabeth Babb Poem
This here's a story 'bout Billy McPhee
I didn't believe it when it was related to me
Billy's been in trouble since he was small
Criminal or just plain stupid; he's had it all
But one day he came up against something huge
He just didn't have the art of subterfuge
Couldn't keep his secret, he had to tell
You see, into a conspiracy Billy just fell
Now he's blabbing it all over town
The people involved will take him down
What does he know?
Is he smart enough to flee?
Oh, what will happen to poor Billy McPhee?
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2007
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Warming air at last
flowers bloom
green erupts all around
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2017
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Young couple walking down the dark, empty street, a little freaked out by the aggressive
blackness of the night. It crowds around, silently snarling.
Suddenly, a flash of movement. There was just time to wonder what the hell was THAT,
when the world becomes a sharp, painful blur. Scales blending with dagger teeth, a
nightmare in green. Blood, festive red, gleaming on the pavement.
Guess St. George didn't get ALL the dragons......
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2007
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Walking home, late at night
Heels clicking dully on the pavement, muted by the snow
Softly falling flakes, silent cold shroud
Even the passing cars are reduced to no more than a slushing sound
Pools of streelight serving only to remind one of remembered light
Then, an odd noise; a low dark growling
Pick up the pace, heart beating like a small frightened bird
Hurrying now, but something's faster
A flash of movement in the eye's corner
Blood, so bright against the softly falling snow
The softly falling snow
Copyright © Elizabeth Babb | Year Posted 2007
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