Hazel Durham


Hazel Durham Poems

1. The Sheen Of Life 5/16/2014
2. My Humble Tent 11/10/2014
3. Our Way 11/12/2014
4. The Wallflower 7/28/2013
5. The White Piano 9/30/2012
6. On A Full Moon Night 11/25/2014
7. There Has To Be More Than This 1/4/2013
8. Field Of Weeds 7/6/2014
9. The Muse 4/4/2014
10. The Maverick 12/11/2013
11. Night And Day 8/9/2013
12. Dancing On Clouds 4/7/2013
13. Hidden Gold 7/26/2014
14. The Secret 12/27/2014
15. A Lone Rose 1/2/2015
16. Forgotten Voice 9/1/2013
17. The Picture On The Wall 7/26/2013
18. Fairytales On The Run 7/13/2014
19. The Mellow Sun 6/1/2014
20. Finding Love 8/6/2013
21. Empty Space 7/31/2013
22. Falling Snow 8/15/2013
23. Shades Of Grey 8/17/2013
24. The Sweetest Sound 4/14/2013
25. Return To Slievenamon 10/21/2012
26. As Dawn Breaks 7/20/2014
27. City Lights 11/6/2014
28. Journeys End 4/24/2013
29. The Roses Bloomed For You 5/4/2013
30. Golden 1/2/2013
31. Days In The Shade 7/9/2013
32. Across The Wide Expanse 2/5/2015
33. Rebecca 11/3/2012
34. The Only Truth That Matters 7/13/2013
35. Turn The Light On 4/5/2013
36. Just A Wish Upon A Star 4/13/2014
37. As We Sail.... 11/29/2014
38. Impossible Possibilities 12/22/2012
39. Nootsy 12/15/2012
40. Without Compare 3/22/2013
Best Poem of Hazel Durham

The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,
Forces unknown had swallowed you up,
No trace remains of the flower that was you,
Only sadness and death is left on the doorstep,
The essence lingers long over a midland throng, ...

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Coming Home

Punchestown races a glorious extravaganza,
You had a flutter on Fuchsia Belle,
Tall white haired man, softest baby blue eyes,
Everything new and wondrous to you,
Without any fuss you showered your warmth,
Outside the rain lashed down relentlessly,
All together we were like long lost pals,
As you wove your pure spell,
Watching as horses fell, virgin territory

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