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Best Poems Written by Elizabeth Babb

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Rain

Cold, wet, dreary day
Trickle, rain
Wash the leaves away

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Magic

Summer darkness swells
like warm silk filling my rooms
light plays shadow games

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Winter

Nature remembers:
knitting snow, whirling wind, ice!
A tapestry of the cold.

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Cavewoman's Rage

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!

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Summer

Sun shines down, blue sky
Heat grows, flowers bloom so bright now
Color explodes, green rules

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Windy Ballet

frothy, salty lace
thundering waves batter shore
storm dancing on rock

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The Saga of Billy Mcphee, Part I

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?

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Spring

Warming air at last
flowers bloom
green erupts all around

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A Horror Movie

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......

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Midnight

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