Below are 7 sample poems from my third poetry book.
I hope you enjoy them
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A visit from an elegant cat
I was staying with friends and late one night I was alone in
my room, when in walked an elegant black and white cat. I could not even hear
her soft pads on the wooden floor.
She carefully explored the room, checking every corner;
not talking or stalking nor expecting anything more.
Then, after a moment or two she gave a little meow,
as if to say, “The inspection is over now."
She turned and politely walked away. A dutiful cat who had no
further reason to stay.
I felt honored to be made welcome and was greatly relieved
to know that my presence in the house had been officially approved.
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It is time to get packed.
These wintery mornings I`m sleeping later and later.
Sandy is snoring peacefully as I pull my warm hands and nose
and toasted feet out from under our nice warm sheets. My bare feet run like
scared cats across the ice-cold floor to the spare cupboard to find my warmest
boots.
Soon my poor frozen feet are starting to thaw out in my wonderful
warm Ugg boots. Minutes later, I am holding my steaming coffee mug close, with
both hands pleasantly warming while sipping the hot tasty brew.
I am trying to see the normally pretty view from our living
room window, which is now all frosted up. Nothing seems to move out there. It
is like a graveyard on a dismal rainy day where everything is very still and
grey.
I am concerned about getting older because it takes me much longer
to warm up on these very cold mornings.
This makes me think
about the ducks. I appreciate their wisdom. Not so long ago they all migrated
south for the warmer weather.
So, I have just
decided to take a hint from the ducks. We are going to fly south and stay with my
friend Wendy who lives in Miami. We will go to the warm, sunny beach every day
for the rest of this miserable winter!
I act quickly! I walk into the bedroom, shake Sandy, and give
him the good news, “Wake up! You have to get packed; we have a plane to catch!”
On the way to the airport Sandy asked me if it was okay with
Wendy if we come, and I replied, “I am sure it’s okay, I will ask her when we
get there!”
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Ugg boots: Australian boots lined with sheepskin that keep
your feet nice and warm. Very popular in
Australia.
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Today and Tomorrow
After a quiet, lazy few weeks over New Year, life has
suddenly woken up around here and like a roaring express train has flown into
top gear!
Just above us on level five, sharp sounds of clicking heels
are moving across a wooden floor. However, these shoe sounds are drowned out by
blasting police sirens, noisy cars and truck horns blaring at each other on the
busy road below. Then to top all that, four screaming navy jets like bats out
of hell, are flying overhead!
There is a howling wind shaking all the trees, scattering the
abundant leaves, just like a giant turbo engine blowing everything around.
I am enjoying this
wind and also some chaos it is making.
I have wonderful plans and aspirations for the rest of this
year.
My hopes and dreams right now are filling me with a sweet
and uplifting sensation and I`m looking forward to another fast-paced,
fun-filled year.
This is my New Years to do list.
TO DO LIST:
1)
Find a quieter place to live.
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Foreign coins and forgotten keys
Something there is that loves a junk drawer.
The force of nature that Robert Frost refers to in his poem Mending
Wall must surely be the same force that causes my junk drawer to accumulate
ever more stuff.
Let me describe the treasures you will find in my junk
drawer:
Some pens that long ago ran out of ink and an old piece of beef jerky that's
starting to stink! AA batteries, dead of course, and a wedding cake bride and
groom, whose marriage, unfortunately, ended in divorce.
Rubber bands in every size and color that are all kaput;
they lie amongst one old sock with a few holes, a rusty spoon, a tube of
dried-up glue, and a charging cable that no one remembers exactly what it could
do. Foreign coins lie amongst forgotten
keys of every size and shape, and, what is that at the back? Yuck! It is half a pack of smelly blue
cheese!
I thought it was the jerky that was starting to stink. Now I
know where that pong was coming from.
This drawer needs a proper cleaning, but not right now. I will get
around to it someday soon, I am thinking, maybe next June.
Do you also have a drawer that needs a good clean?
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A most special time
It was a late summer afternoon in 1982, and the golden rays
of the sun were flooding through the living room window, filling it with a
lovely light.
I was sitting on the floor playing cards with my children; we
were having so much fun. When it was my turn, I shuffled the deck. Most rules were forgotten, but it didn't seem
to matter.
For a few hours the busy world seemed very far away.
No deadline, nowhere to go. Only the family and lots of laughter; it was a most
special time.
I cannot remember the scores or the hands we played, but I
will remember those happy hours we spent together that mid-summer day.
This memory is so clear, it lingers on and will never fade
away.
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The banana bread incident
This morning, I decided to bake some banana bread, just to
show Sandy how much I love him. Ripe
bananas, half a cup of brown sugar, three large eggs, some buttermilk, baking
powder, a few cups of flour and me in the kitchen this early hour. My inner Julia Child had been released!
I mixed and stirred with loving care and picked out the egg
that got stuck in my hair. The oven was
preheated; the bread pan was greased, and we were so looking forward to our
early morning feast.
Something
odd, my batter was too runny! Was that three eggs or six too
many? I shrugged and thought, “It’ll bake just
fine.” So, I poured it in the bread pan, stuck it in the oven and said
a little
prayer. Then just to pass some time I
downed the end of the bottle of last night’s white wine.
Fifteen minutes later a smell began to grow; not lovely
banana bread but acrid black smoke, you know?
I peeked through the glass and saw the batter had overflowed. The oven
was on fire and shouted.
"Lady, stand back! I'm about to explode!"
Then the fire alarm screamed and a moment later my husband
rushed into the kitchen like the emergency rescue team. He was dragging the
garden hose and covering his nose with a dirty sock. He gasped with a life-threatening cough,
"Is this the dessert, or something cooked up by Comrade Molotov?"
He put the fire out and aired out the house while I scraped
up the mess. Then he gave me a hug to
help calm my distress and quietly said. "It's okay dear, you did your
best."
I sheepishly said, “No banana bread, but we still have toast
and your favorite jam instead. I am really sorry honey. But I will bake another
banana bread right after lunch.”
After we had our toast he rushed off in his pickup truck to
go into town.
On his return he explained that he bought additional fire
insurance after I promised him that I was going to make it again.
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