The homeless man.
I toss a few coppers and silver, they tinkle, into his tin.
Around me, is the racket of traffic and city "din",
I shudder as I walk away,
hoping someone will find somewhere quieter, for him to stay.
The city is hostile and... – by Laura Sanders | 87 Views added 1 month ago
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The Hyena poem.
The Hyena's lot was not a happy one,
they skulked about looking for food in the hot, bright sun.
Their appearance made everyone , shiver with disgust,
when their spotted forms arose, from out of sand and dust.
They were... – by Laura Sanders | 16 Views added 6 months ago
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The garden gate.
What lies on the other side of the rustic,
wooden gate?
Is there a secret garden, in a wild
overgrown state?... – by Laura Sanders | 11 Views added 6 months ago
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Across the open moorland,the rain was falling fast.
Through the mucky water, a goblin hurried past.
He carried a green umbrella, held high above his head.
His eyes were red and watery, he'd just got out of bed!
His teethe as white as snow,his... – by Laura Sanders. | 23 Views added 7 months ago
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Never look back.
My darling, remember those days long ago,
when we both held hands, through the rain and snow?
How we cheerfully chatted and were full of "fresh" life.
How positive we were , in all of our strife.
We never looked back, we... – by Laura Sanders | 48 Views added 7 months ago
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Powder blue and yellow bodied -chasers dance like neon lights.
Flying, skimming, back and forth, shiny iridescent, bright.
One lands brushing, dipping, gliding over water cool.
Hovering with helicopter wings, on the olive algae pool.
Turquoise... – by Laura Sanders | 11 Views added 8 months ago
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The Doe.
She stood rock still, staring straight back,
across an open field, of verdant green grass.
Russet brown, with her Doe- eyed... – by Laura Sanders | 9 Views added 8 months ago
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Everyone is going veggie!
Everyone is going veggie,
Eating red meat, I feel somewhat edgy!
"Save the planet", "cut out meat"
"Spread the message"! Isn't that... – by Laura Sanders | 10 Views added 8 months ago
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The Gold Finch poem.
As I walk along the green and
white clothed lane, ahead, but not too far
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How pretty is the Wood pigeon,
upon the hedge so green.
Billing and a cooing,
Chatting to us, it seems.
Jerking his tiny head, both this way and that,
... – by Laura Sanders | 10 Views added 8 months ago
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Autumns gay dance.
Autumn leaves dance gaily around,
they swirl in haze, towards the ground.
Auburns, golds, russets too,
offering different shapes, differing hues.
The wind picks up and blows the trees,
the foliage is carried from ... – by Laura Sanders | 18 Views added 8 months ago
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THE TREE IN THE FIELD.
I ventured across the lifeless. bleached
skeleton of a tree.
It's limbs were silent, weathered, worn, I could
see.
... – by Laura Sanders | 60 Views added 8 months ago
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