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Betty Hattersley
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A Boat On The Lake
01/05/03 |
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Peacefully gliding hardly a sound,
A woodpecker tapping the tree that he'd found.
The dragonfly passes with gossamer wings,
A Blackbird, contented and happily sings.
Tall trees and bushes, bracken and weeds,
Fishes and tadpoles swim through the reeds.
The bee's are so busy buzzing around,
Collecting the pollen from flowers abound.
Mighty big Oak trees, with branches amass,
The sun peeps through brightly and shines on the grass.
So hazy and tranquil what beauty this sight,
A butterfly dancing all dressed in white.
Moorhens with babies swimming in line,
The Drake and the duck are happy to join.
Colours so perfect that nature has chose,
What magic becomes with these treasures she grows.
Drifting along on a boat on the lake,
A painting of nature an artist could make.
With finger tips touching the waters' that flow ,
This wonderful feeling, inside all aglow.
The sound of the water caressing the boat,
How that blackbird can sing in just the right note.
The smell of the summertime, the feeling it brings,
Look up to the blue sky, birds silhouette wings.
To remember this moment when life is so vast,
A moment so peaceful of thoughts that will last.
Although all these treasures are priceless to see,
They're our gifts sent from nature and given for free.
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01/07/03 |
The Rose is such a perfect flower,
What bloom has ways to speak?,
A symbol that has so much power.
Given as a gift of love,
Just one small bud alone,
The Rose is such a perfect flower.
Twelve Red Roses, say's it all,
A babies birth, a wedding ring,
The Rose is such a perfect flower.
Many colours, as the rainbow holds,
Each one touches the heart,
The Rose is such a perfect flower.
Picked fresh from the garden,
Dewdrops glisten like diamonds on velvet,
The Rose is such a perfect flower.
No other flower speaks as loud,
Nor softens the heart, it's true.
The Rose is such a perfect flower,
A symbol that has so much power.
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Poet's Words 01/12/03
Love and life's experience makes you want to write,
Nature, children, animals can give that guiding light. |
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A little thought comes in your head, you ponder for a while,
Something seems to happen and your poem takes it's style.
A summers day, a winter storm, a moment from the past,
Write it down, those precious thoughts, on paper they will last.
Share those thoughts with someone, expressing how you feel,
Poet's words can make a dream, the time that seems so real.
Remembering a friend you had, the first day starting school,
A holiday that's full of fun' playing by the pool.
Our children as they're growing up, a puppy that you bought,
Cherished times from long ago or just a passing thought.
Many things inspire us, as we journey on life's way,
Events that are real treasures or life from day to day.
Sometimes there are the sad days, it helps to write them down,
These are days so hard to bare and make us wear a frown.
Nature has it's colouring book and we can pick a page,
Above we have a universe, with earth our center stage.
Families to write about, pets and what they do,
So many topics we can use, some fiction and some true.
They say "the worlds our oyster" on that we should agree,
How truly honoured I can say of poet's words for me.
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My Valentine
01/17/03 |
Valentine I love you more than words can say,
And how I think about you, every single day.
Love is very special, especially when it's real,
Every word that's in this rhyme, describes just how I feel.
No-one can replace you, your all the world to me.
To be with you forever, that's how I want to be,
I need you every moment, I want you more each day,
Never to be parted, in love in every way.
Each day the thought is with me, to really make you mine...
darling you will always be...my sweetest VALENTINE X.
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Angels On Earth
01/19/03 |
Angels enter in our lives, disguised in many ways,
Believe it or believe it not, there are those special days.
I've met some Angels in my life, of this I know is true,
One that came and changed my life, my love, you know was you.
When the map of life had been mislaid, with no signpost to see,
Although I didn't know at once, you came to direct me.
You held my hand so gently and guided me so well,
Standing right behind me, to protect me if I fell.
Angels love is soft to touch, it keeps you safe and warm,
No need to see those Angels wings, I know your shape and form.
Many problems we've encountered in parts of life's array,
But you've always been beside me, to help me through each day.
Life has not been easy, many mountains for to climb,
Together we have journeyed and you've always had the time.
So when you think of Angels, with wings and halo bright,
With cherub face and curly hair, wrapped in a gown of white.
Not all Angels are in heaven, some are sent to care,
It's a feeling that comes over you, when you realize they're there.
These Angels are so beautiful, perfect works of art,
But Angels are the one's who touch the feelings in your heart.
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The Masque
01/20/03 |
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Lords and ladies of court circles enjoyed the Masque,
As introduced in England by Henry of Eight.
Fun and frivolity, as hidden by a mask. |
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Two faces of one, thus to portray sadness, darkness, misery, hate.
Yet, another of happiness, laughter, loves gaiety and mirth.
Drama, poetry, dances. The pure genius of thespians, actors and playwrights.
To perform, act and display.
A theatre, a baron field or just a sod of earth.
The arts at their best, costumes adorned, the scenery apt.
A curtain call, encore! The beauty of the ballet.
Composition of a monologue, the speaker stands alone.
Musical drama as an opera, the learning of a script.
A performance, an act, to portray a part. Faces hidden behind another.
Characteristics, emotions or something else instead of oneself.
Animals, lovers, villains, princes and paupers, the attire change ones mood.
Murderer,hero,
To be drunk, a preacher, a fairy elf or what ever we may desire.
Revelry among the courtiers, the Jester of fine dance.
A mythical creature, dramatic writings, such pleasures to behold.
The Masque, to enter on stage, to set the scene and then perform to the end.
The Finale.
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Love
01/24/03
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Love is such a small word but used throughout the land,
from the garden of Eden, with Adam and Eve,
this word began to use it's power's when two people went hand in hand,
their hearts entwined, their souls to keep, a vow to never leave.
How often this word be used to poetry the true self to another,
the emotion, the feeling, the pure delight,
this love can be to everyone, lover, sister, brother,
when life feels all so wonderful, when everything seems just right.
The power one can feel inside, caress that person so,
flower's all are prettier then, the days are full of fun as this love gets stronger,
the passion tends to grow,
the grey clouds disappear awhile, life is brighter than the sun.
Let love belong to everyone, let each one know the feel,
of that precious time when we're in love and know that it's for real.
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A Sweet Poem
02/01/04
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How lovely to see a lemon drop moon,
Adoring a blueberry sky in June.
Mountains of chocolate all dusted in white,
Pure sugar icing, thus making them bright.
Liquorice logs are the bark of the tree's,
Angelica leaves that sway in the breeze.
Peppermint pebbles, a marshmellow shore,
Dolly mixture flowers, colours galore.
A cream soda lake and cranberry falls,
Little fudge houses with nut toffee walls.
Lollipop lamposts in soft treacle soil,
Sprinkled crushed peanuts a sidewalk with style.
Imagine the fun to visit this land,
Confectionary Island why? it sounds grand.
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Diamonds
02/05/03 |
How can this mere stone cause people to change?
Pebbles from the drifting sands can be more beautiful.
Yet this hard and precious gem.
it's fascination seem's so strange.
Look upon an Opal, Jade or Amethyst,
From the deepest ocean, the perfect pearl,
Yet this hard and precious gem,
it's fascination seem's so strange.
Garnets of Red, Sapphires of Blue,
Topaz, Peridot, Aquamarine,
Yet this hard and precious mental,
it's fascination seem's so strange.
Look into a diamond, what do you see?
Sparkle, this symbol of love,
Yet this hard and precious metal,
it's fascinations seem's so strange.
One alone, a solitaire, cluster's in array,
To bond two people "wilt thou be mine"
Yet this hard and precious metal,
it's fascination see's so strange.
Craved for, longed for, yearned for,
Priceless, rare, words to describe.
How can a mere stone cause people to change,
it's fascination seem's so strange.
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A Women's Thoughts
02/11/03
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The year was nineteen forty six when I arrived on earth,
Although it was quite difficult, my mother gave me birth.
The only Grandchild of both sides, my families kith and kin,
Because their love was priceless, I was surly going to win.
In the beginning of the fifties was the time I started school,
I learned to read and write and then to learn about the rule.
The rule they taught me everyday, behave yourself and care,
Because I was an only child I was told to always share.
Then became the sixties, what fun did I enjoy,
Music, dancing, makeup, perhaps to meet a boy.
By the time it was the seventies, I was married with a son,
My little boy with golden hair, now a different kind of fun.
Then I had my daughter, the sweetest little pearl,
Heaven had been to to me, a boy and now a girl.
At the beginning of the eighties I had my best surprise,
Heaven sent another gift, my son with big blue eyes.
Now I had a family, to care and watch them grow,
They say the flowers that you reap are from the seeds you sow.
Through all the nineties I have seen these beautiful flowers bloom,
There colour, shape and perfume can brighten any gloom.
Looking over fifty years on the journey of my life,
My role has been a daughter, a mother and a wife.
The years are in two thousands and forward is the key,
A Grandma now and middle aged, what's the future hold for me?
The future no-one knows about, I'll have to wait and see,
But reminiscing over all those years, life has been alright for me.
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