Angela Wybrow Poems

Come September, these creatures arrive;
To keep them out, we desperately strive,
But, despite our efforts to keep them at bay,
In to our lives they still seem to stray.
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Even when you are not by my side,
Within my dreams you seem to hide.
I saw you last night as I slept –
Dreams like these I wish could be kept.
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He was once a respected man,
Until he discovered the old tin can.
At council meetings, he had some sway,
But that was then - back in the day.
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As I am nearing the centre of town,
My ears are filled with a glorious sound.
I hear the call of a single blackbird:
The sweetest sound I've ever heard.
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The end of day;
A purple haze;
Excitement growing;
Wristbands glowing;
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If you lift your eyes from your mobile screen,
There are many cool things which may well be seen.
I've given it some thought and have compiled a list
Of random things which I think you may miss:
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I sit in a tree top way up high;
A saffron moon hangs in the sky.
The air tonight is bitterly cold,
And hunger pangs have taken a hold.
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Having completed 0.3 of a mile,
I open the door, and can't help but smile.
For the next two hours, here I will stay,
And all of life's problems will drift away.
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The seeds of obsession have been sewn,
And you're finding that time is no longer your own;
In this spider's web, you have been trapped,
And now your future life is being mapped.
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For those of us who are naturally quiet,
Starting a new job can feel like a riot.
You drum up the courage to walk through the door,
But you’re still feeling nervous and really unsure.
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