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 | 107 Views added 1 year ago
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A young fit man, when he went off to war,
but as soon as I saw him, close that door,
I knew he would never be the same,
'cause war it ruins, wounds and maims.
When I saw him again,his hands trembled, shook,
his face looked haunted, with... – by Laura Sanders | 49 Views added 7 months ago
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Let me go, release me, like a flying kite.
Let me go, let me fade, like the day, turns into night.
Watch me sink, like the deep, orange setting sun.
For t'was a sunset of dreams, I once provided, for everyone.
Let me go, the person that I... – by Laura Sanders | 68 Views added 10 months ago
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They sat around the campfire, and talked about their yarns.
How one had chased young Billy Picket, out of Sheriff John's barns!
How they rounded 200 head of steer, 'cross Black Canyon pass.
How they nearly toppled over the ridge, driving them, en... – by Laura Sanders | 58 Views added 11 months 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 | 19 Views added 1 year 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 | 16 Views added 1 year 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. | 24 Views added 1 year 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 | 51 Views added 1 year 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 | 15 Views added 1 year 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 | 13 Views added 1 year 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 | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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The Gold Finch poem.
As I walk along the green and
white clothed lane, ahead, but not too far
... – by Laura Sanders | 23 Views added 1 year ago
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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 | 13 Views added 1 year 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 | 31 Views added 1 year 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 | 69 Views added 1 year ago
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