moon above
seen from my open window
lunar shyness peaks
not exposed in full glory
asking sun to stay... – by Sonia Walker | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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is open
night sounds drift through humid flat
urban orchestra
performs under neon lights
sirens wail with screeching... – by Sonia Walker | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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wink at me
flirting to be taken home
and placed within vase
looking fresh and colorful
admired for short... – by Sonia Walker | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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Princess Maria was spoiled,
whenever she didn't get her way,
she pouted until her lips protruded
as if asking to be kissed,
her ladies-in-waiting called her the
Princess of Sulk, a young royal
who thought of nothing but... – by Sonia Walker | 145 Views added 7 years ago
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take warning
before you set sail
say a prayer that
your ship will survive
the ocean's swell and
take heed that the
danger does not
only lie above but
also beneath the blackness
of the fathomless sea
where the sirens exist
only to beckon poor... – by Sonia Walker | 47 Views added 7 years ago
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To be young again with flowing, natural, brown hair,
to feel the walk of spring without aches and pains,
to have the heart flutter when dreaming about a crush,
to be able to eat sweets and not worry about weight gain,
to look forward to each day... – by Sonia Walker | 105 Views added 8 years ago
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Jacob Charles Twiney, a carpenter by trade,
journeyed to Alaska to seek him a fair maid,
he met Twila Lindsey at Scotty's Cafe,
she was the waitress with flaming red hair,
who offered coffee and donuts with flair;
he needed furniture and asked her... – by Sonia Walker | 147 Views added 8 years ago
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Amber lights glowing on the walls,
throwing shadows on beatnik Kerouac
ghosts who sit among the unsuspecting
patrons of sort who frequent the coffee
house imbibing on espresso and vintage
wine expounding on anti-establishment
philosophy which gets... – by Sonia Walker | 74 Views added 8 years ago
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I am a warrior,
fighting the battles
of life's challenges,
tripping over the cracks
on the sidewalks,
drinking cold coffee,
listening to sad songs,
working on taxes,
calling in borderline sick,
and driving the combative zone
of rush-hour... – by Sonia Walker | 339 Views added 8 years ago
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Eating alone puts me in
a self-conscious mood,
every bite I take, every spill I make,
feeling hundreds of eyes staring
at my attempts to appear as if
my unaccompanied dining event
is a once-in-a-while circumstance;
reading the newspaper provides a... – by Sonia Walker | 336 Views added 8 years ago
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They creep up to you in the middle
of a cold, dark and bleak winter day
when sunshine is scarce as pizza in a famine
or as a rare occurrence of winter jasmine.
Oh man, you've got the winter... – by Sonia Walker | 71 Views added 8 years ago
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Where does the snowy trail lead?
To a trapper's cache by the frozen river,
or to a warm cabin glowing with embers;
this is the path that the lean wolf and
its wiry neighbor, the fox both follow,
stealthily searching for food to fill
their empty and... – by Sonia Walker | 53 Views added 8 years ago
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Listen to the wind when its hush
transforms into twirls of laughter,
dancing with the ghostly gods till the break of dawn,
suddenly, pushed aside by the serene but mighty queen,
the golden sun who claims the... – by Sonia Walker | 192 Views added 8 years ago
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When in a creative mood,
I chew bubble gum while
sitting in front of the computer,
blowing big bubbles until they pop,
pink goo all over my nose and mouth,
sticky thoughts escape from the
over-chewed and stale cocoon of
hour's old... – by Sonia Walker | 152 Views added 8 years ago
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Greasy hair under his baseball cap,
day-old stubble on his double chin,
he picks away on his Gibson Guitar,
eyes half-shut easing the guilt
of leaving his family... – by Sonia Walker | 77 Views added 8 years ago
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Slender, whispering and flaming firewood surrounds
the gray-weathered clapboards of the deserted
homestead whose torn gingham curtains blow among
the paneless windows with the gentle breeze of
a summer... – by Sonia Walker | 68 Views added 8 years ago
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I'm dusting to rock n' roll music,
my hips are swaying to the beat,
the radio is turned on louder
as I shuffle my feet.
I'm dusting to rock n' roll music,
singing at the top of my voice,
windows are opened and the
neighbors don't have a... – by Sonia Walker | 387 Views added 8 years ago
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Grandmother taught us
tradition matters in that
it must be passed on from
one generation to another;
she showed us the old-world
ways of baking, healing,
story-telling and... – by Sonia Walker | 121 Views added 8 years ago
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