Charlotte Ballard Poems

Night wanders in
And coils around my leg-
Meowing up at me, to
Scratch it's back-
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The wind blows cold outside
Yet it is warm inside
Inside me as well
I cannot let the wind creep
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There are no secrets here,
That’s what was said to me
In the darkness, in the pathway
In the hidden places along the way.
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Trouble lies yonder
I dare not go and see
To whom the blow is struck
For it could turn out to be me.
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Nobody had to tell me
Never to invite my friends home
Never raise my voice
Don’t turn on the lights
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Poetry is nonsense.
Yet I pass it around
As if it was the
Finest caviar
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Top Thought says
To take the Money and run–
Like the rich folks say
Before they twitch their
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Almost heaven, almost hell–
Peace pushed back against the pell.
Summer makes for covered bars
Tender bellies, and crushed root tars.
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Rumm of the lawnmower
As Daddy combs the grass
Up straight. Lemonade
In tall cold glasses
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I was a forgotten child
With nothing much -
In me.
To give.
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