Indifference

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Poetry

Watch them go
where there’s a chance
their own ambitions
to advance.
Hear them purr
where there is naught
to solidify their ego slot.
See the indifference
as bridges burn
when they’ve garnered their pittance
watch them squirm.

Those Dreadful Demons

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demons, muse, Poetry

Well guarded and hidden within the soul
Lies a room we all hide from ourselves
Dreaded demons defying our conscious control
Are sent there to behave themselves.

But every now and then they dance
And fill the room with dust
Allowing the world a naked glance
at the artful side of us.

These demons plague even the purest of hearts
And conspire to inspire the most heavenly arts.

Embracing the Storm

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Poetry

Traveling through the starlit galaxies
I came upon a frosty stunted breeze
Attempting to preempt its urge to blow
I administered a warming friendly glow.
Portrayed with hues of softness in its heart
The storm would rage then suddenly depart
Between the two extremes I heard a plea
“Please somebody come and rescue me”
The lonely wind responded with a grace
Of gentleness that welcomed my embrace
I followed as the storm progressed and learned
That aliens from past encounters burned
And scarred the storm to points of desperation
Riddled with the guilt of lust’s temptation
With so much beauty hidden deep inside
In rage was where the heart chose to reside.
All signs reveal the thaw was a success
As storms appear to put their fears to rest
With borrowed light from galaxies afar
The wind transformed itself into a star.
A light that radiates; a new transformer
Whose glow has left the warmth a little warmer

Silent Whispers

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Poetry

In search of a new sacred space
A secret and solitary place
It won’t hurt or harm anyone
If I pick up my toys and I run
Silent whispers do not leave a trace.

I will keep them and hold them inside
The perfect of places to hide
Where no one will hear, not a peep
Way down deep inside me they’ll creep
Washed away like the sands with the tide.

Fate

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fate, Poetry

There’s a faraway place
Somewhere in space
Where there lives
a most magical creature
And if you’re so inclined
You can go there and find
All the wonderful things
He could teach ya
It’s so far away
No mere earthling could say
Which star comes before or behind it
But there is no such place, not even in space
It could hide if we were meant to find it.

Kidsongs

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Fairy Tales, Kids, Poetry

If little ants wore underpants
And hats were worn by bunnies
If humming birds could sing and dance
Now wouldn’t that be funny?

If fish could really go to school
And sit with goats named Billy
If centipedes wore purple shoes
Now wouldn’t that be silly?

If all these things could just be true
If ants, and birds, and mice
Could do as fairy tales have them do
Now wouldn’t that be nice?

Stronghold

Slowly but surely the ivy winds
itself around until its vines
are strong enough to hold and bind
the arbor, which thinks it holds the vine.

Daisies Don’t Lie

Loves me
Loves me not
A childhood game of chance.
One by one the petals drop
Loves me
Loves me not.

Loves me
Loves me not
Grown hearts abandon chance.
One by one the petals drop
Loves Me
Then we stop.

A Song For Your Soul

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Poetry

Day after day you struggle
to be positive
I admire you, my friend.
You have given your all
and never once asked
what might be in it for you.
You have consoled me
assured me
encouraged me to continue
when I felt like giving up.
You have shown such faith
in the abilities of others
overcoming so many obstacles
on their behalf.
I only wish that everyone knew
how much you have done for them
and what a special person you are.
In the face of adversity
there is always a song in your heart
and that song will linger forever
in my heart.

Thank you.

Idle Chat

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Poetry

I received an invitation
to join someone for chat.
I paid them no attention
I’m just not into that.
And then a broadcast message
came flashing on the screen
“Please join me in the chat room”
that seemed a bit extreme!
I entered with precaution
what’s the urgency about?
I laughed to tears at what I read
“Please help, I can’t get out!”
Two visitors were present
when in a third one came
I thought it quite peculiar
but asked him all the same–
Juno, June and Junior
he admits, are all HIS names!
I can’t get out, he told me
It thinks I’m still in there
so every time I go back in
I change my name a hair.

“Help me out!, My boss is here!”

I promised I would send him in
a pizza and a beer.
I felt a little heartless
As I exited myself.
How could it be so funny
watching someone hang themselves?
I’m still a wee bit curious
and amused, without a doubt
at how many times he entered
in an effort to get out!

Congratulations Princess Olivia!

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Newport Winter Carnival, princess Olivia

Last night I watched my granddaughter, Olivia, perform and receive her crown as a Carnival Queen Princess.

The entertainment, for a small town, was impressive with a piano solo, a Garth Brooks number and a Footloose performance among others, all performed by local talent.

Congratulations Olivia. Grammy is so proud of you!

Passage

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Poetry, progress

In open fields
the grass grows green
The sunlight bounces
off the sheen
of metal roofs
on weathered barns
distorting quaint
New England charms.

Up the hill
the forest falls
The sun pours in
as progress calls
no trees will sway
as windmills spin
the power-packed
New England wind.

New Hampshire’s first major wind farm is scheduled to be built in 2008 within walking distance from my home.

Without change there is no progress but sometimes the price of progress stings. With everything that’s gained something is lost.

It’s Only Magic

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Inspiration, Magic, Poetry

It started with a word
a phrase, that captured my attention
on a day when I was listening.
I was not looking to read, or to write
but by some act of fate I found you there
where you had been writing long before
I was there to read. Talking to the clouds, sharing
your dreams with the sky and your heart
with a world that could not yet hear you.

But, I heard you.

Sometimes I wish I had not listened so intently
or that I hadn’t heard that silent plea
that begged my mind to listen further
and to understand.
I wish I had not been determined
to break the code that is your silence
or to experience the passion that is your bondage.

But, I listened.

I listened with an open heart and probed
with an inquisitive mind
into your world of magical words.
It wasn’t until I tried to stop listening
that I realized
the magic had worked
and I found myself tightly wrapped
in the bondage that is your passion.

But, it’s only magic.

Undercover

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Poetry, women over 40

I once set out to be
anyone that wasn’t me,
but never did.

I tried to make them look
beyond the cover of the book,
in which I hid.

The look was more intriguing
and required far less reading,
than the pages.

But the longer it’s around
whether paperback or bound,
a cover ages.

Now the pages, well preserved
are free of undeserved
and shallow looks.

From all women over forty
If you want to know our story
read the book!

Crystal Blue Persuasions

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Other

The heart out pours through tearful eyes
like rain, restoring hearts’ rainbow skies.
–
The sun illuminates the day
with children chiming in cheerful play.
–
Blooms await magic moments of grace
before showing their shaded face.

Identity Theft

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Identity theft, Poetry

Never promise anyone
you’ll be their dream come true.
Never judge yourself
by what you think
‘they’ think of you.
For who you see
is all you’ll be
a better fate by far,
than chasing someone else’s dream
to find out who you are.

Willow

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First love, Poetry

Two hands join as side by side
They walk the wooded trails
Naively on a mountainside
As daylight slowly fails.

Coddled embers dance by night
Ascending ever higher
Past grassy knolls to moonlit height
They tend a growing fire.

Mossy turf prepares a bed
Twined roots an awkward pillow
No stone unturned, they languidly learn
Of love, beneath the willow.

© Shirley Allard 2008