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Neon lights,
Dancing fountains,
Sun rising,
Over the mountains.
Roulette tables,
Blackjack and poker,
Winning is fun,
Losing’s a choker.
Showgirls in feathers,
Elvis dressed in white,
Volcanic water show,
A splendid sight.
Hotels, casinos,
Shopping and more,
Wedding chapels,
Shows galore.
Fun filled days,
Joyful nights,
This is Las Vegas,
With its glorious sights.
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He has a sense of humour,
That’s second to none,
Anything for a laugh,
He’s so much fun.
He proof reads our poetry,
He sometimes gets it incorrect,
When he advises us,
He does it with respect.
He’s kind and caring,
He truly is quite sweet,
Getting to know him,
Is the sweetest treat.
He knows the difference,
Between “You’re and Your”,
However, I get the feeling,
He’s got it wrong before.
He may on occasion,
Allow his pen to run dry,
That’s enough,
To make a poet cry.
There’s one last thing to say,
Before I finish,
I hope his wit and humour,
Never do diminish.
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Sticky, grubby fingers,
Chocolate covered faces,
Dirty prints on wallpaper,
Put parents through their paces.
From smelly, messy nappies,
To angelic little smiles,
These are some of the wonders,
Of our parental trials.
There's tears and tantrums,
Fun and giggles too,
Even on the tough days,
When we get covered in poo.
Parenting isn't a hardship,
It's a treasure to behold,
So be kind to your little rascals,
You'll need them when you're old.
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From shattered dreams. (A)
Comes a broken heart. (B)
With blood-curdling screams. (A)
From endless fights. (C)
Come sleepless nights. (C)
With lives torn apart. (B)
From horrendous sights. (C)
Come nightmares in extremes. (A)
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I found an old love letter today, from many years ago,
As you can imagine, my tears began to flow!
I slept in your shirt again last night, your scent's beginning to fade,
Very soon I'll only have, the memories that we made!
I went back to where we first met, where we shared our very first kiss,
I wished you were still there with me, to relive our new found bliss!
I've looked through all our keepsakes again, I can't bear to throw anything away,
Maybe in a couple of weeks, but definitely not today!
I keep expecting you to walk through the door, with a smile upon your face,
You're always in my thoughts, at any time in any place!
I know that you're still with me, as I still feel your soul,
But without you to hold me, I just don't feel whole!
I wish the angels hadn't taken you and we still had all our tomorrows,
I wish that I was stronger, so I could face my sorrows!
I'll think of you always, your love for me I'll keep,
I will love you forever, I'll see you in my sleep!
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Picking up the pieces,
Of her shattered life,
Every joyous memory,
Lances through her, like a knife.
Time's slipping between her fingers,
Like sand through an hourglass,
The turmoil in her mind,
Never ceases, doesn't pass.
Vicious words were spoken,
Jagged scars remain,
No amount of alcohol,
Can ease the searing pain.
No more sorrow,
No tears left to cry,
She's picking up the pieces,
Her resolve will not die.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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Manchester remembers,
The twenty-two lives that were taken,
Two years on,
Their memories never to be forsaken,
Manchester remembers,
Not just the twenty-two,
Prayers go out to the survivors,
Thoughts are with all of you.
Manchester remembers,
How the City came together,
A force to be reckoned with,
No matter who, what or whether.
Manchester remembers,
The feeling of disbelief,
In the aftermath the city bonded,
Consoling those wracked with grief,
Manchester refused to quit,
Manchester stands tall,
Manchester remains strong,
Manchester remembers them all.
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Stand at ease soldier, rest your weary soul,
You've served your country, you've walked your last patrol.
Stand at ease soldier, rest your tired paws,
You've saved so many lives, you've travelled lands, torn with wars.
Stand at ease soldier, rest and ease your mind,
You've served with honour and pride, you've protected your mankind.
Stand at ease soldier, rest your senses for a while,
You've shown you were a warrior, you've always gone that extra mile.
Stand at ease soldier, rest, it's your time to just be you,
You've been and done all you can, you've been there to see us through.
Stand at ease soldier, you're no longer part of this charade,
We'll salute you and say farewell, on this, your last parade.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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She is an Amazing Sister, on who I can depend,
She's compassionately loving and she's my best friend.
She's been my rock, she's always kept me strong,
She'll forever be in my heart, right where she belongs.
She listens to me, when I share my fears,
She's there to hold me, when I shed my tears.
We can sit and talk for hours, about times gone by,
Like the silly things we’ve done, when we’d laugh until we’d cry.
She's cared for her nephews, in such a loving way,
They never wanted to come home, with her they wanted to stay.
She's there for her Brother-in-Law, if he's ever blue,
Because she knows, he’d be there for her too.
She always seems to know, the right words to say,
To ease my worries and make me feel okay.
Loving her comes easy, it takes no effort at all,
When I’m with her, I feel ten feet tall.
I keep every memory we’ve made, locked inside my heart,
I take them out and reminisce, whenever we’re apart.
As the years have flown by, we’ve had so much fun,
I could laugh all night with her, until the dawning of the sun.
I couldn’t have chosen a better sister, if I was able to pick my own,
With her to guide and comfort me, I’ll never be alone.
The times we now spend together, maybe every once in a little while,
Right now, I'll just say, I Love her and I really miss her smile.
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I whisper "Take Care", as I hold you & say "Goodbye",
You whisper "I'll be seeing you, please try not to cry".
I never want to let you go, when you deploy,
But hearing "I'll be seeing you", almost brings me joy.
I know that while you're gone, it will be hard for both of us,
I know that I'll be seeing you, so I'll try not to make a fuss.
The pain of missing you, it never seems to go away,
Even though I'll be seeing you, how I wish you could stay.
You kiss me tenderly, then whisper "I Love You",
I reply with "I'll be seeing you and I Love You too".
The time has come for you to leave, I call out my last goodbye,
You turn to me and say again, "I'll be seeing you, on that you can rely!
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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