Charles M Moore Poems

Her dreams came from a luxury
enamelled in her heart
like diamonds spread in front of me
each one a work of art
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I saw a woman today
though she didn't see me
she just sat on a bench
neath a big oak tree
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If I could don new head and heart
to make you love me true
I'd wear a head with beauty
that it may see me through
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Jungle JIm was in the shallows
washing out some dirty plates
he came down from his jungle palace
in a tree hut by the lake
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I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!

Then on and on she had to go
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A cocky little crawler is the beetle on parade
his hardened shell dwells down upon his creepy little legs
and varnish smooth his body moves between the rocks and gnomes
he trundles over twigs and grass but skates on paving stones
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The old Woolworths store
was looking quite bleak
with its curved wooden windows
and slush in the street
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I felt her presence
like blood in my veins
her image coursed through me
resisting restraint
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She was so happy
she met someone kind
for cruelty was something
that played on her mind
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In another constellation
live another you and I
happy to be with one another
so in love and so alive
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