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Donna 5d
One day a giraffe called
Betty Boo woke up feeling
slightly dark blue , she

looked up at the sky
and saw the sun disappear
behind chilly clouds!

She knew it was that
time of the year when green leaves
fell off the big trees.

Betty Boo loved to
snuggled up to the tree leaves
She loved the soft warmth

of the summer sun
upon her face especially
when it’s dinner time

She could eat her food
without being seen , the trees
as tall as her gave

her some privacy.
Even the sparrows magpies
pigeons and robins

would flutter away
so Betty Boo could enjoy
her dinner , she loved

apples and pears and
grapes and peaches and she drank
the dewdrops from the

warm summer leaves , made
her eyes sparkle and her eye
lashes grow..but autumn

is now here and she
must brace herself to share her
dinner time with her

animal friends , she
loved her friends but some ate quite
messy making her

belly feel queasy.
Then she got a brainwave and
popped along to her

local big forest
shopping Mall where she bought a
few packets of soft

hankerchiefs ! That cool
autumn afternoon she showed
and taught some of her

friends table manners!
First of all her friends huffed and
puffed but they soon came

around to Betty
Boo idea, Betty Boo smiled
Autumn seems not that

bad now! Dinner time
was due and Betty Boo and
her friends ate happy

After each munch each
animal would dab the lost
stranded food away

from there faces which
made Betty Boo belly laugh
and rumble so loud

everyone looked at
her , sorry said Betty Boo!
Any suggestions to help

my giraffe belly
not rumble! And before dear
Betty Boo could

say another word
everyone laughed so much it
woke up the sleeping

sun who smiled so
wide that fallen autumn leaves
coloured the earth with

a beautiful warm
magical carpet that took
Betty Boo and her

friends for a fun day
out flying and racing through
the big happy sky
One of children stories , inspired to be read to my grandchildren one day  x so fun to write x
B D Caissie Sep 26
Nature in a picture frame
I yearn to climb within.
Staring lost in thought with
hands upon my chin.

Peering at the Heron who
holds his pose with ease.
I hear the birds a chirping
high amongst the trees.

Should you try and find me
look beyond the cove.
You’ll find me full of laughter
dancing in the grove.

Jumping with the rabbit
prancing with the deer.
The only thing that brings me
back are those I hold so dear...

Monica Sep 21
He eats me up like a dinner at a five star restaurant
Can’t deny that my taste is flavorful
No need to make reservations
When I’m all he’s craving for
Devouring this feast
Had to tell him to slow down
The plate in front of him wasn’t going anywhere
Donna Sep 19
What does a dog and
a tree have in common , they
love a good old bark

A cheery up happy poem :)
It hurts to imagine you beside me,
Because I know it'll just never be.
But everywhere I look I find you.
Never with me, but it's all I see.
A "poem" every day.

yeah no
annh Sep 8
This morning I awoke with a cluster of words resting in the palm of my hand, my fingers tracing their gentle form like the decades of a rosary. On the tip of my tongue a song, a story, a fable of experience, existence, and eternity lay dozing.

There I floated between my inner and outer worlds, an exquisite confluence of wakeful consciousness and drowsy carelessness, until daybreak shook the last of sleep from my tousled dreams and my verses disintegrated like dust into the ether. It was at that moment, when the cool breeze through the open window intervened and the thrum of traffic in the distance drew me out from beyond the covers, that I lost my poem.

I know it will return: as droplets of rain on window glass, or as threads of loose cotton on a frayed cushion cover, in the rhythm of a lazy Sunday afternoon, or in the sigh of the ocean’s flow. All of these are mesmerising in their effect, some intangibly soulful, others enticingly tactile. All are enough to quiet the chatter of the quotidian mind and allow the delicate operations of the creative imagination to reign.

Only then, will I attempt to commit my words to paper...and you shall read them here.

Where do all the lost words go? Do they know their way home? Do they come with contact details attached? If not, does that mean they get confused and end up inside someone else’s head? Did I post your poem my mistake? Did you post mine?
kl Sep 7
I sat behind a living lattice full of lovely plants and creatures,
Wondering if perhaps this place could satisfy a solitary life.
Beside me was a river that flowed north and made a sweet melody.
As I silently watched a rainbow trout glide by, you appeared.

You made me smile a smile that I could feel in my heart,
And you looked tenderly at the garden that grew up before me.
With a delicate hand you introduced me to each being:
To coltsfoot and arnica and daisy and aster,
To Indian pipe and ground pine and Rocky Mountain juniper.
And you showed me the sweetness of huckleberry's generosity and how soft of a bed pine flat mosses provide.

Our minds made a shimmering web full of entire worlds and their stories.
I told you of a universe where all life existed as autotrophs and saprophytes and death was natural but never intentional.
You told me of a forest where plants were animals and animals were plants and twinflower moose drank from the streams.
And in our reverie, we looked up at the sky and saw giants; fighting and lolling and falling in love.

A stellar jay who sat upon the lattice called us back from the rabbit hole we had delightedly dove into.
As we made our way towards our friend, I noticed that behind my garden was a plethora of magnificent space.
When I looked back at you I wanted to grab your hand and sprint into this newfound freedom.
And we did.
And we paddled and swam and jumped and walked and touched and danced as well.

We heard whisperings one evening as we laid naked under a starry sky.
They told us of a plump pleasant woman and a gruff quirky man.
We heard that they were tiny with wings and spent their days growing love.
We wandered our way to ****** Mouth and they invited us into their garden.
They told us to stay as long as our hearts desired, and so we did.
Vivek Gupta Sep 6
In my old rusty car!
Driving along the beach!
Thinking about the life of our!
Put your head out and reach!
Taste the salty water!
Sun burning hotter!
It makes your skin glow!
Everything is moving slow!
Warm breezes starts to blow!
Sand mixed in air like it's snow!
I was so lost in your perfect face!
Crashed around the curve at high pace!
Vivek Gupta Sep 2
If parallel world theory is true!
Then some place!
Around the space!
I belong to you!
If my dreams were true!
You would've know I exist!
You would've loved me too!
We would be playing in the mist!
You would lose your control!
On the floor we'll roll!
I'll handel your love and agression!
Only if we lived in my imagination!
Cheyenne Aug 31
I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.
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