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Susan Duplechin Poem
Reflections of a day gone by
Reflections in the mirror of tears in my eyes
Reflections in a window pane
Trying to erase all the pain
Reflections of your face near me
Reflections of what never would be
You said you loved me
You didn't stay
Reflections of a lie,that never goes away.
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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There's more to me than the color of my eyes
The way i smileor give a sigh
If you looked deeper within me
You may be amazed at what you see
I'm creative and imaginative
I care about the world in which we live
I believe in freedom and equal rights
Also quiet summer nights
I believe in unity and family ties
And the sounds of newborn cry's
The earth's new awakening,in spring
I read nonfiction to learn new things
So look past the surface and you will see
The person that is really me
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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Susan Duplechin Poem
As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
But what is a worm to do
I lie in a apple close to the core
Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
I stick my head out to peek at the world
To my surprise,there's a monster out there
Picking apples real fast
I held my breath,i could only gasp
My heart was thumping
The apples were bumping in a basket down below
A monster reached out and grabbed my home
Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
Thought this would be the end of me.
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Susan Duplechin Poem
The world has heard of the golden years
Is it a myth or a phrase
When do they begin,when do they end
When you are young you can run the race
But when you're old you can't wash your face
Your bones ache in pain at night
Your joints are rusty ,and you lose your sight
When they tell you about the pot of gold
At the end of a rainbow,you can't hear
Must be the golden years.
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Like the spider's web
You trapped my heart
With your network of art
You spun your web around my heart
It wasen't a trap
Or a mishap
It was meant to be
So i'll live happily in the web
That you spun for me.
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The ol master was fast asleep
In his bedroom,a little mouse creeped
He stood on the floor by the masters bed
And made his request
Please ol master
Leave out a chunk of cheese
And i won't gnaw on your sleeve
One day i'll grow into a big rat
Please ol master
Lock up your cat
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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Susan Duplechin Poem
Ol master,i'm your cat
That's what i'm here for,i'll take care of that
I'll watch closely
He won't gnaw on your sleeve
And forget about leaving out a chunk of cheese
I promise ol master
He won't grow into a rat
Because i'm right here,i'll see to that
So forget about locking up your cat
I'ii catch that rat
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Susan Duplechin Poem
As i sit down to write again
I ask a higher power to guide my hand
The words spill out like a song
And i begin to write a poem
I'll never be as great as edgar allan poe
He was the greatest poet i know
So i keep writing, and let God guide my hand
And if it's in Gods plan for me
I'll write a poem for the world to see.
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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Susan Duplechin Poem
Everything went black on a cold winter's day
Not a helping hand in sight
Silence deafening
Everyones weak
No sounds of machines
Not even a beep
No telephones ringing
No sounds of singing
Cries in the night, sound far away
Some closer to their grave
A gentle hand touches my face
I'm still here in a dark place
Is this infinity, or a day
Having a bad dream, during my stay.
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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Susan Duplechin Poem
Everything went black on a cold winter's day
Not a helping hand in sight
Silence deafening
Everyones weak
No sounds of machines
Not even a beep
No telephones ringing
No sounds of singing
Cries in the night, sound far away
Some closer to their grave
A gentle hand touches my face
I'm still here in a dark place
Is this infinity, or a day
Having a bad dream, during my stay.
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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