More Poems by Debra Dando

Wasted Day

Well, should I stay or should I go?
How could they have forgotten!
I played my part, I stayed at home -
How could they be so rotten?
They promised faithfully they would come -
Choices made, down-payment done.
Why not complete their obligation?
Why me and not some other patron?
All day inside with clock I've waited,
Hound at heel to be placated
And really now, 'tis way past four -
No ring of bell or knock at door.
Well, wasted hours no more I'll spend!
Outside with dog and crook I wend.
Through dappled sunshine under trees,
Warming the senses with such ease -
Freedom in the calming breeze.
Up top we go and back once more -
What's that I spy pushed through the door?
How could they infuriate me more?
"Will re-try tomorrow twixt ten and four"!

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Visitors to My Lane

The riding school trots down the lane -
Later they'll trot back again.
Riders oblivious to the rain,
Horses trotting in a train.

Cyclists just don't want to stop
Until they reach the very top -
Then, goals achieved, with empty bottle
Back down again they come full throttle.

Hikers with their maps walk by
New trendy poles - far too high -
Walking shoes all new and clean -
Local pub - that's where they've been!

School children on their forest walk,
Teachers with their nature talk.
On return the children chatter,
Tutors then just listen, shattered.

Good humoured people in the main -
Some stop to pass the time of day
Before continuing on their way
But I am lucky; I can stay.

For when tranquility surrounds,
Pheasants, squirrels and deer abound
And, in the darkness, owls call out
Whilst nocturnal creatures scurry about.

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Peace Offering

After all these years,
Is it possible to forget the tears,
And start again -
Forgetting past pain?
Let us try.
So much time has gone by
Decades missed together -
Let us never say
We did not try.

Beauty by Rebecca Heffernan

Walking through the park I see
Rich green grass and kids being free.
Playing ball and talking to friends,
Playing games and having fun to no end.

The sky is blue and the air is fresh.
The view of the sea makes you sit down to rest
On a bench, I gather my thoughts
Sounds of dogs barking, chasing sticks and balls.

The flowers so beautiful with colours so bright;
All the colours of the rainbow, what a sight!
People ride bikes, walk their babies in prams,
Teams playing football, school kids in gangs.

Birds flying and singing, some nest in the trees.
The senior citizens play bowls on the green.
The sounds of laughter, quarrels and strife
Don’t take it for granted, it’s the beauty of life.

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At Dawn by Tri Tran

Roses dangle and weightless in the air,
Like feathers hovering above the cyan sea.
Await for the lavender sun to bloom
From beneath the mountains that are sleeping.
Each whispering heart beat hums love melodies
To wake the baby sparrows and their parents.
Each emerald leaf sways to the music of spring
As the happy breeze whizzes by, wiping away woe.
Roses dangle in endless bliss in my soul,
I, a poet, strolling into the zenith of dreams,
Yearning to smell the droplets of honey.

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Season Flowers

Look at the flowers in the Springtime;
I wonder how they are made?
With each petal glowing,
Brightly they are laid!

Look at the flowers in the Summer;
I wonder how they lie?
With hot sun above them shining bright,
The flowers all become dry!

Look at the flowers in the Autumn time;
I wonder why they fall?
I only see in my garden,
Trees which grow so tall!

Look at the flowers in the Winter;
I wonder how they get chilled?
I smell some flowers,of course!
Rest of them get chilled!!

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Man's Greed

Oh! When will man's demand come to an end?
Why does he ask for more?
When He has given
All that is reserved for!
Yet,not satisfied, his greed proven!!

When a toddler,he thinks
To become aged, at once.
At a young age, he aspires
To become the head of his house.

Becoming the master, he settles down.
Wishes to have an heir of his own!
Bestowed with one, he asks for another
What a pity! He recognizes!!

Then comes the time,
He craves for money!
By hook or by crook
Will turn to get this honey.

A man's desire can never be fulfilled
To his satisfaction!
No matter what, will increase with time
And age, this action.

Oh! When will man's demand come to an end?

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My Wish

The clouds wander in the sky,
As little balls of snow.
They attract me, I don't know why;
With their every bit of glow!

I fancy they call me,
Up there to the sky.
I wish I could go
And happily lie!

And roam about all day,
As they do, happy and gay.
All summer I lay,
With thoughts on my way!

But then I thought and sighed,
"Oh! how will I go?"
It's too far away.
And I watched the clouds again,
From the earth where I stay!!