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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Secrets:
Slyly discrete;
Suspense no-one forgets;
Seriousness not without heat:
Repeat.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Wind blows in the ear.
The force unseen is windy.
Wind holds nothing back.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Orange-
It lives;
I'm amused.
How enchanting
Are its witty ways.
Melodic and modern,
Inquisitive towards all,
Obnoxious, yet magnificent
Is its exuberance, alluring.
Brazen intrepidity comes from Orange.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Autumn leaf,
You fell from the sky;
I watch you
Lightly flutter by.
The wind will
Not stop pest'ring me;
My bones are
Chilled as you're set free.
Your sisters
'Neath feet crumble fast;
People crunch
Them while walking past.
The trees are
Flaming, without doubt;
The wind takes
You-- your fire's blown out.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Restless,
Senseless,
What's the way to test this?
Make it
Go away;
Never come another day.
What can I do
For myself?
I need someone to come and help.
What can I do?
I do not have a clue.
Somebody please fix this thing
That I am going through.
I don't know what I did wrong;
This thing was waiting all along.
I started this game,
But I can't win.
I dove off the deep end;
I can't swim.
Something cries inside of me;
Someone come and set it free.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Think it's wrong?
Think it's right?
I don't care.
Get a life!
Can't you see that I'm getting mine?!
Won't let the sun set on my mind.
Here's something that I never gave a second thought:
Can you tell me what would happen,
Happen if I fought?
Would I fail miserably,
Yeah, just fall under attack?
All the things I know I'm losing,
Could I get it all back?
I need
Someone to know me,
Someone to know
What I'm feeling right now,
Someone to help me figure it out...
This is not plan B,
And I know this.
These are the things that I see,
Passing me by everyday!
I can scream!
I can fight!
I can't cuss my way out of this life!
I can't promise till the end of time,
But you won't change this girl tonight.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Ashes to ashes;
Dust to dust—
Before you may die,
Change the world, you must.
By wanting to be
The average man,
You’re caging your soul
As fast as you can.
Don’t waste your time
On everyday things;
You’ll never see
What life all brings.
If by your death
You’ve done nothing rare,
People around
Will have not a care.
You cannot possibly
Think it’s your job
To reach the world’s door
And keep turning the knob.
To make your wildest
Dreams come true,
You must push the door open
And walk yourself through.
No one will notice
You playing by the rules;
You’re making your place
With identical fools.
Instead of dying as
The “Citizen Unknown”,
Please, for your sake,
Take a stand on your own.
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
On this spring afternoon,
I lay my body,
Belly-down on the warm deck,
Head in my arms.
I hear birds making
Ugly noises that can't
Be called chirps.
I know that this is what
The birds do all day,
Everyday.
What are they trying to say?
Their sounds seem pointless, but
That doesn't bother them.
I am not a bird.
I know I have something
To say. I don't want
To do stupid things
Everyday.
I still feel glued
To the porch as I lay here.
My body is tired, but
My mind is steadfast
In its own alertness.
Face down, I can peer
Through the skinny slats in the deck.
There are unsightly things down
There in that crawl space beneath,
Such as a thick layer
Of rotten leaves.
The fresh wind can't reach
The leaves under the deck,
So I'm certain
That they'll sit
In that same spot
Forever.
I'm surprised by a sneeze,
And my thoughts of the leaves
Are swept away from my mind.
My attention is turned
To the tiny puff of dust that I disturbed.
The little specks float about,
But they really don't have
Any choice at all
About where they're going
As I'm softly blowing
Them farther away...
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Bridgette Ladsten Poem
Big blue trunk,
It's always there.
We don't notice;
We don't care.
This afternoon,
I feel a tingle,
But in the trunk
We dare not mingle.
With a brother
By my side,
We open it and
Look inside.
We find things from
Another world,
Things that were once
A little girl's.
Toys in the trunk
Are smelling old:
Yell'wing posters
Tightly rolled;
Candy wrappers
Make a chain;
Children's books,
Lessons to gain;
Painting of a
Scarecrow field;
Packages that
Still are sealed;
Pretty dolls (but
Broken faces);
Memories that
Time erases;
Stuffed animals (once
Held so tight):
Many a kitten,
Fur so white.
Simple things
That used to be
Waited in this
Trunk for me.
In this room that
Is my brother's
We found the trunk
I know is Mother's.
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A careful nonchalance she holds,
She dances on her twinkle toes.
Spin round faster, her hand she flicks...
No sleeve has she, but she has tricks.
Your eyes shall dart from here to there...
She acts as if she has not a care.
It seems she flies where the wind does blow,
In truth SHE tells IT where to go.
Lilies float about the pond,
They compliment her hair of blond.
She basks upon them all the time,
The sun all on her faces does shine.
Mystically she runs along,
In your heart she'll play a song.
What she has is not quite joy...
Look so sweet, seem so coy.
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