A Bunch Of Poems

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A bunch of Poems

Submitted: December 25, 2007

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Submitted: December 25, 2007

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Somewhere Beyond...

on December 23.  © All rights reserved

Somewhere beyond the Sea,
my husband waits for me.

My heart captures his love,
sent afloat upon the waves.

Somewhere beyond the moon,
my love waits from me.

My eye catches him winking,
as each cloud passes by.

Somewhere beyond the mountains,
my husband waits for me.

My senses feel his strength,
that's so noble, bold and proud.

Soon I know he'll be home,
and I am waiting from somewhere beyond.

They Lie Too.

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

©2007 *Katjakay


head's down
they circle round
eye's never
leaving the other
rearing up
with mouth's agape
then pouncing
away in fun

The Bottle

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

We cast a bottle with a note into the ocean,
eventually a letter from afar is sent back to me,
saying "Next time send a Genie please."

©2005-2007 ~Felina-Cat

Must Go

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

Once was I, upon a ship,
and it was sailing out to sea,
but home is where I'd rather be.

Sailing away towards the sun,
blowing kisses into the wind,
for I'm leaving, my love behind.

Off to war I must go,
fighting for what I believe is right,
to end our Countries horrible plight.

Please don't worry too much for me,
for God I know is amongst our platoon,
with his guidance, it will all be over soon.

Again I'll be upon a ship,
and will be sailing once again,
I can't wait to be home, Dear Madeleine.

Jolly Man

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

He always brought smiles to all
across the land, every winter,
because he was fat and jolly man.

In A Field

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

I once thought you were a rose,
in a field of weeds.
but you turned out to be a weed,
in a field of roses.

Born To The Light

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

My birth did start with light,
will my death end that way too?
Hope so, for I hate the dark.

To Grandmother's For Christmas

on December 24.  © All rights reserved

art by Terry Redlin



Trotting along in the sleigh to Grandmother's singing.
Singing Christmas songs in tune with the horse's trotting.
Bright twinkling lights are hung with delight.
Delight is in our hearts shining bright.
Snow is dancing all around putting on a show.
Show me your hands kids, if you see her house through the snow.


Rhyming Mirror Sestet



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