How would Blanche love me?
I smile politely
She seems not to care
I blow her kisses
She then turns her face
I know what to do
I'll pick this black rose
And give it to her
Her eyes wide open
She now smiles at me
and kisses my cheek
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It had been returned
Rejected "not at this address"
Had I for years been blind?
Going through his mail
I then saw an envelope
Of quite a different kind
I thought for a bit
Despite all my misgivings
I had to satisfy my mind
So I searched the house
Cupboards, drawers, everywhere
The truth I would have to find
His untidy desk
I looked in the bottom drawer
Aha! My hard thoughts were unkind
What a shock to find
He'd been suppoprting a child
In a far off land, wasn't that kind?
The hardest part though
Was unrest in the boy's land
Contact was now out of mind
Sorting out his stuff
Now saw the man I married
Oh clock won't you unwind?
Thinking back I weep
Now he's gone I feel such regret
How could I have been so blind?
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This poem about a woman finding her husband had been supporting a child up to his death is merely a reaction to the prompt words which leads authors down strange pathways!
Blossom on the nut tree
And burst of mixed color
In my wee garden bed
Oh isn't nature kind?
I simmer during rain
Pulling labels off jam jars
It matters that I'm stuck
Thor has won once again
The garden weeps with tears
Long chains of clouds storm on
Lightning punches hard
Lawn's surface is a lake
Storm god now clears his throat
His rumble now abates
Sun winks his eye at me
Behind white cloud he peeps
Blossom on the nut tree
And burst of mixed color
In my wee garden bed
Oh isn't nature kind?
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Thor is the norse god of thunder, lightning and storms
The best part of sailing in a barge
Forgetting of course how much they charge
The ease at being master mariner
Without the problem of a spinnaker
Plying the canals and rivers calm
Where rough seas and wild winds cause no harm
I admit they travel at a snails pace
But they do so with such stately grace
The only scare is coming into docks
Or getting in and through narrow locks
But best of all is docking for the night
Without wild seas making you sick with fright
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In the front room with my girl, you know the one that had the curls.
Kiss and a tickle, she giggled and screamed, now we're in a pickle.
For surely now her Ma will come right in, just in case we've rowed.
I'll just make sure my girl is all buttoned up, yes, that's OK.
There's no knock upon the door but her Ma comes right in.
"You're quiet" she says smiling, "Your Dad's got the TV on loud."
Readers please forgive me for writing six line poetry instead but it's become a habit!
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I saw it in their eyes
It was the fear of the unknown
Their lives stolen, the hurt yet to come
I saw it in their eyes
Children's tears on thir sad cheeks
Mother wondering what could be done
I saw it in their eyes
The teenage girl's panicked glance
He former dreams of love undone
I saw it in their eyes
The bruised face of the father
The look of anger and hopes all gone
But nothing in the eyes
Just a job and he was paid
Said the masked man holding up his gun
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Our mortal days start full of pain
Crying lustily that is plain
Continuing on all our lives
Starting when that warm breast is gone
My how I wept that was so wrong
How I cried my first day at school
It felt all wrong, I was a fool
I couldn't pull my trousers up
So refused to go the second day
Much to my dear mothers dismay
When things finally settled down
My sad face always wore a frown
Especially when that fair haired girl
Poked her pink tongue out at me
When I cried they all laughed at me
Then teenage years did surprise
Growing up opened up my eyes
Now we were in a battle royal
We learned of that glorious cup
Sounding so good but could not sup
However love does find its way
For a short while things seem OK
Marriage and our little children
Halcyon days no end in site
Until I wake with such a fright
I find that I'm an old man now
With tumbling feet and weathered brow
The bells are tolling just for me
That's because no-one else has heard
I leave this life with not one word
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