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1998-06-22 - 5:17 p.m.
My Choice Poems Pin Lady Limerick There was a Young Lady whose chin, Resembled the point of a pin; So she had it made sharp, And purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her chin. Imagery Poem An eager child Reaching hands out to grasp the sun thirsty to taste the lovely morning dew Evergrowing, swaying, whispering Among the dark, cool shadows Of fellow companions Old chums From long ago. Brilliantly Like a spark ignited, A burst of luminance Fills the empty air With a glorious scent A miracle to behold, Like long lost gems from the sea Adding a single tile To the endless mosaic of life A flower The Storm The freshening breeze begins its discordant symphony! First only a susuruss in the quivering trees, Softly, quite softly, disturbing no-one, But strengthening until it whines through the cracks Like a chorus of violins! The flutes and trumpets join the strings As the keening wind stirs up the leaves and twigs, And makes the doors and windows shake! The horns join in, their reverberating energy at gale force And the drums thunder their parts. Now the Cymbals crash and flash in their lightning spotlight, While the rain beats down on the roof Like rattling kettle drums. Soon the blaring of the horns subsides; The stridence of the trumpets and flutes diminishes And the rattle of the drums slows to a Tap, Tap, Tap- Drip, Drip, Drip- The musicians set aside their instruments As the storm abates, Leaving the stage once more In Peace And tranquillity. Daddy's Little Girl
Although she lives miles away Her dad thinks of her each day Remembering how she first appeared During a raging winter blizzard With her deep brown eyes and curly hair That through her formative years Punctuated the depth of her beauty And mirrored her entire being Making her a Father's Joy. But now she is all grown up And a handsome knight has won her hand Bringing a good life well within their reach As they carefully dream and plan And though we live coasts apart I want her to know There is a special place within my heart Reserved for her Where her presence will be forever felt
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