Hazel Connelly Poems

With pen in hand my thoughts I write
sometimes a little trite
Simple things, screams and shouts
Then have many doubts.
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My page is a canvas
I'll write true
My pen is a brush
With a radiant hue
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Monday at the gym
It's sparring with Lol and Jim
And Tuesday is always yoga
Wednesday darts and dominoes
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Wrestling with his conscience
Abstaining from verbal exchange
Regretting his words
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Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked, the trees are now bare.

Seldom do we hear the birds sing
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Memories made over the years
Brings myself to shed some tears.

As future on the past will knock
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A n attempt to bamboozle him.

D irecting the abomination
I nto my inner soul.
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Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun
Newly wed romance in the November sun
From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales
Azure the sky and green the vales
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I saw this bath on legs
Sexy, slender and sleek
With a tap in the centre
White with silvery chrome feet.
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I am the morning dew
Dancing on the tip of a leaf
Transient in the light of day
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