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Carole Gleed Poem
On winters dark and stormy days
When icy winds cut at your face
I watch the sea with angry waves
Crashing at an awful pace
Deep green the restless waters pound
Foam flecked upon the empty beach
The seagulls screech their mournful sound
High in the heavans out of reach
From wind lashed waves in winter churned
Springs warming fingers spread their ease
And skies from grey to blue returned
Reflect their colours in the seas
Now oceans calm in summer heat
Except in harbours ebb and flow
Or in the depth where currents meet
There waves are joined to form and grow.
So autumns icy fingers warn
of colder days returning soon
And waves up from the depths are torn
to pound the beach with crash and boom.
Copyright © Carole Gleed | Year Posted 2017
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Carole Gleed Poem
The figure sat in silent woe
A lonely soul in empty park
He watched the people come and go
The daylight passed and sky drew dark.
He longed to be amongst the crowd
To see his friends up on the street
To walk with head erect and proud
Instead of slouched upon this seat
But all his friends are long since dead
His money gone his pride as well
His thoughts are of the life he's led
Huddled in his private hell
A ragged coat upon his back
His hair of grey now long and thin
His shirt is just a piece of sack
Held together with a pin
He shivered on his lonely seat
Dead autumn leaves brushed at his face
He groaned and struggled to his feet
It's time he left this lonely place
Lighted windows passed he by
Bright fires and laughter warmth and rest
He stopped to look and gave a sigh
And pulled his coat about his chest
His home a basement dark and old
With crumbling walls and broken panes
Everything is damp and cold
With seeping water from the drains.
How lonely can a person be
Alone in rooms so bare
We do not look
We do not see
How many of us care !
Copyright © Carole Gleed | Year Posted 2017
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Carole Gleed Poem
Jim Robinson Keating really likes eating,
He eats seven times a day,
The amount he’s consuming,
His stomach is blooming,
The amount he is putting away,
Nothing is wasted,everything tasted,
His jaws working all through the day,
Night time is for sleeping,
Not for Jim Robinson Keating,
His jaws are still working away,
Now so much fatter,
He said “it don’t matter “
Who’s life is it anyway!
But one day he exploded,
Cause innards eroded,
It was bound to happen some say,
So watch what you eat,
And keep yourself neat,
And you will keep healthy and trim,
So you won’t cause commotion
And lots of emotion,
When you go off as a rocket like Jim !
Copyright © Carole Gleed | Year Posted 2020
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