Ann Beard Poems

I will make you a dollhouse, Tarah
to capture the dreams of a child.

A place to engross in make believe,
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l choose a hunters coat today
wear colours of the forest floor.
I clean my gun and pack a bag
with care I whet my butchers saw.
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There are a multitude of mysteries inside another’s heart,
the closest of true lovers would not know where to start.
We are the masters of concealment creativity our shield,
all the secrets deeply hidden, way in truly sealed.
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Away from piercing prying eyes
of being good, of sounding wise.
Loose grains of sand glide aimlessly
as though to lightly bury me.
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His blueness took my breath away
instilled an upsurge of well-being.
neighbours paused, they had to watch
The day a budgie came sightseeing.
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Some images, woven through lines of a verse
can trigger a yearning, to just slip away.
While others inspire, filling pockets of need.
Such are the games our emotions will play.
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Come and sit for awhile, with Grandma
to doze and suppose, what will you be.

Before age distorts with adult desires,
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How she missed the illusion of being loved.
That joyful sensation of walking on air,
while accepting the volatile nature of change
hope became worn, too thin to share.
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Time tries to beat the hungry spender,
watching stars light distant skies.
Moments lost engrossed in splendour.
flies before our very eyes.
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Tis the end, the demise of a love affair.
She climbs into bed.....to seek consolation
But nothing and no-one is there to care.
Alone..... with the passing of time.
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