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Sue Whittaker Poem
If all the ifs and buts were laid
end to end round the world, I have
been told by a knowledgeable
scientist, they would circumnavigate
at least once or twice or three times.
Uncertain this statement is but it goes
to show if anyone did know for
certain, would it matter.
Procrastination picks its wasteful
effect through our lives, steals
moments which would be decisive.
But what causes this uncertainty,
anxiety and being afraid to go for it.
If we only knew.
Copyright © Sue Whittaker | Year Posted 2007
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Sue Whittaker Poem
A grain of truth,
the grit of life,
the pauper, a richman,
who knows of strife.
An incoming tide, an
outgoing train, leaving
or arriving, it’s all the same.
Strive if you must with
might and main,
to live,
to die or gain.
For fate has its say,
gives of its time,
some luck
and sometimes a prize.
Copyright © Sue Whittaker | Year Posted 2007
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Sue Whittaker Poem
This is no poem, it lacks any style.
Talks of nothing very trendy or wild.
No illustrious lines, in fact, very dull
Easy to write while your leg I pull.
Says very much, in a small space
Read between lines, to be amazed.
Take your time, admire the rhythm
Sometimes no beat is within them.
Words turn up and go as they do
Admired by a lot, not by some few.
And I write and wrong as is the case.
Think I’ve put a smile on your face
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Sue Whittaker Poem
Let me talk to you again
aimlessly
foraging,
figuring out a way to meet.
Where do my many words
alight to reach their home.
Sent off in the hope to arrive.
Over walls, hurdle or leap
take to the air these little ones.
And all said is easy that says
I will love you forever.
More difficult to appoint a
time – how about next Tuesday
at 7.30pm precisely?
No need is greater when needed.
How about a healing.
Only the fluent say what they
are really meaning.
Or can only one word seals our fate.
Copyright © Sue Whittaker | Year Posted 2007
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