Charlotte Ballard Poems

Billy Johnson, now grown three-
With fat fingers clutch and claw-
Choc'ate drips leave a convenient trail
For Nana Johnson to follow home.
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A cat, tabby and tomcat charming
Reclines watchfully on the left
On a desk that once was my daughters but nows
Hides my books and holds
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I love jelly babies
Prepared with fat
Sage and garlic
Just right for a snack.
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From seventeen to thirty,
I played a game of lover's roulette-
Grabbing the gun of sexual desire
And pointing it at my heart,
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Terror means nothing more
Than a dip in stocks
When a board is bombed
No matter how much
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When a warm hearted Boy
Breathes fresh love pass
Glinting eyes harvest
Sparkling jewels promised
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I stopped writing when others
Didn’t notice how wonderful I was.
I suddenly think of a child who brags
And tries to prove how wonderful he is
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The winter comes
With sharp cutting
Winds, measuring
Pain in puffs of
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I was stripped of my baggage
As I fled from your fury.
Your hand lifted up to strike
My devotion to you-
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