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Deirdre Omaidin Poem
He rose
She watched
He paused
She gazed
He twitched
She sighed
He packed
She froze
He waited
She turned
He glanced
She shivered
He moved
She whispered
He paced
She sobbed
He freaked
She called
He frowned
She pleaded
He kissed
She wept
He turned
She knew
He left
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Deirdre Omaidin Poem
Now the turkeys are feeding like kings
And they flap round their high protein wings
Soon unknown to the dears
They will sit on their rears
And be roasted and stuffed, the poor things
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Deirdre Omaidin Poem
W aiting in the dentist's chair
A piece of grit got stuck somewhere
I t seemed right in my Dentist's way
T oothpick quick, he heard me say.
I ' m just about to use the drill
N o time now to pick, must fill
G ot to wait now ten more mins.
I 'll have you suffer for your sins.
N eed to swallow speedily
T hese fumes could choke me easily
H ope that shot will numb me more
E ndless pain now, please, don't bore
D o I detect your hand now shaking
E asy Frank, be more painstaking.
N ever before I have to state, has
T his patient seemed so irate
I 'll calm her down if she'll comply
S ome valium cream, I will apply.
T his tooth I feel he can't drill through
S hi..... I feel I'm turning blue
C all my house, I must go home
H ear me out, I've begun to foam.
A re Dentist's a complacent lot
I wonder have we lost the plot
R egardless of, how much we try
S ometimes I think Oh' why was I .
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Deirdre Omaidin Poem
We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy
No world trip do we expect to take
Yet happiness will not be at stake
New York for Christmas we can forget
The Spanish villa cannot be met
Music and song at our command
Poetry and prose at our demand
With special ones to spend some time
Spirited children with whom to dine
Friends like gold in thick and thin
No money can buy, whatever the win
Country walks on shortening days
Barren trees by leafy ways
Winter sunsets on a winter's bay
Fireside natters at the close of day
We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy
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Deirdre Omaidin Poem
He was not a Rock Hudson
Nor she a Marilyn
But it was a glance
Maybe, perchance
She paused in thought
Yet, she felt that she ought –
To return that smile
For it seemed worthwhile.
Did she over react
Or was it a fact
Is there time to consider
Or does something forbid her.
In a crowded hall
No time to stall.
Another glance
Now is her chance
Must not debate
Or could be too late
Oh, he's moved out of view
Now what does she do
Then, gone out of sight
Not a hope, not tonight.
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