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- If you will be at allpoetry
If you will be - Cassidy Kilrain of Klarney at allpoetry
Cassidy in Kelly Green, of the Kilranes of Kilarney
was foremost of the forest folks, to fill ye up with blarney - Picnic in the countryside at allpoetry
The road through the forest has buds burstin' new
the song of the thrush serenadin' we two - Crannog at allpoetry
With fiddle and guitar and tin whistle singing,
the air is excited with legend set springing - Her Reward at allpoetry
For sixty long years she rose everyday
she had her small breakfast then went on her way - Thresh hold of dreams at allpoetry
Time for my baby to sleep now
here is your teddy to hold - Walk on the tracks in the rain at allpoetry
I went down to the railroad tracks today. It was raining quite hard and the sky was the color of dirty cement. I wanted to be quite young again, with much stronger legs that could run for hours on the railroad tracks, but ar - 3:00 in the morning at allpoetry
Neon light flashing outside the window.
Sound of tires, passing traffic on wet streets. - My Teddy at allpoetry
I love my widdow teddy
my teddy wuvs me too - Love in a forest at allpoetry
While I wander these leaf strewn paths,
which stretch eternally. - Sealy and Sammy at allpoetry
We're Sealy and Sammy the Siamese twins
you can't call us Cheshires we haven't got grins - Derby Day at allpoetry
The day of the derby had come round at last.
All mounts were in fine fettle, none was downcast. - Imaginaries at allpoetry
The little girl went to her window,
One crisp, cold autumn night. - Notes on the window pane at allpoetry
She’s lying in the empty bed, the one they used to share
still can feel his presence like a spectral being there - Then you kept Calling Back at allpoetry
You cried as you said it was over, you'd fallen out of love
I felt the roof begin to cave in - Uncle Jerry's fishing shack at allpoetry
Down by the lake, where cat tails grew thick
with a fishing pole made of a long willow stick - Faith is the path at allpoetry
With every winter morning, that dawns so blue and clear
and with each afternoon in spring I fee your presence here - The Old Typewriter at allpoetry
I don't know why. But the image of my old silent type Royal popped into view when I closed my eyes. A present from my grandmother, so old - The Bakery comes alive at allpoetry
Early morning. The lights flicker on in the bakery and the hum of the neon fills the empty air.
- Mrs. Wolf at allpoetry
Mrs. Wolf was taken away.
They buried her on the hill today. - Reaching to you at allpoetry
Each night, when I drift off to sleep
surrender to my dreams, - The Diet Pills at allpoetry
Here's a poem for all of us who fight to keep our weight down, (men and women alike), and have one of those super model neighbors who inspi - The Oak Tree at allpoetry
It was beneath the ancient oak through childhood they would play
and in it's shade his love for her did grow - Letter from Fredriksberg at allpoetry
Oh, my sweetest love, always on my mind
is my wanting for you and this yearning - Song for my Fresh Flower at allpoetry
Come sit and sit beside me love upon the garden seat
I'll weave a tale with harp strings for my loom - Return to the Prima Donna Club at allpoetry
Step inside the door, out of a rain stained night
scent of clove cigarettes, the tinkle of cocktail glasses - First Love at allpoetry
I got some money from my bank,
and my allowance too - She who guides my path at allpoetry
The hand I take, when I'm unsure
the voice which helps me to endure - After men came to paradise. at allpoetry
Songs no longer leap from the strings,
sand and storm, and dead wood all that listens, - The fire you bestow at allpoetry
Seeing you in pale light,
Cast off from a distant moon, - Request at allpoetry
Lord take all of my desire to be
living my life for no one but me - Plea at allpoetry
You say you will return
the drums of war sound - When you locked yourself inside. at allpoetry
Inspired by I will be one day, which led me to remember my niece starving herself when her father had an affair destroying his marriage, fo - The anguish of their love at allpoetry
When they were young they played each day,
their games of war and passion - Valda My Love at allpoetry
Come to me most lovely one
who's heart beats swift and fierce
