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Joanna Bunbury Poem
A Christmas smile
A Christmas greeting
These things, have bigger meaning
They represent, warmth and hope
For a day when our politicians
Promote love, not war
And respect, for all living things
Animal, Human, Plant, big and small
When there's no veterans, on our streets
No needy child, ignored
When protecting our wildlife from harm
means more than a trophy,
handbag or fur charm
When there's no such horror
as a dog-meat farm
The day we truly understand
the meaning of community
a better brighter day, for all, there'll be
Spread love this Christmas
A smile, kind word, warm food,
Your last fiver to the someone
who needs it more, than you
God bless this world, this Christmas
May our joined spirit bring us hope
to last a lifetime, of good cheer
and an end to fear!
Copyright © Joanna Bunbury | Year Posted 2017
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Joanna Bunbury Poem
Black Rose was her name,
a pirate ship of great fame,
she sailed the Cretan seas,
of turquoise blue, so un-tame,
crashing through the high waves,
sea air in our hair,
salt and rum on our tongue
singing songs old & young,
hell, it was great fun!
our backs heated by the sun
on the ropey rigging we hung,
with sword and pistol gun,
deep sea swim,
till the sunset dims,
a pirates life for us, it's our hymn!
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Joanna Bunbury Poem
A manor house on a hill
Petit-fours & cheese trolley
These small things...
A whiskey glass clinking
Musk of ancient tweed
wet dogs by the fire
A front door strewn with wellies
and autumn leaves
These are the small things
of a perfect country afternoon
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Joanna Bunbury Poem
Early morning, bleary-eyed
We’re a weaving coffee-carrying crowd
One more sip, heads bowed
Oh Grief! That train horns loud!
Sorry! Excuse me!
Opps…Shall we dance?
A frown turns round
Manners & Humour - it's sound
Copyright © Joanna Bunbury | Year Posted 2017
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