Charlotte Ballard Poems

Reach deep, young one
To find love hidden
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Creative pauses
Sup for their dinner.
Each lily-livered monster
Craves alabaster flesh
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When I was a child
I thought I wanted to
Be a Warrior Princess
Like Zena and other
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I sit in a classroom
So quiet and bare
Just for a moment
I sit there and stare.
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I speak of death in four lettered tones
Up against the window
Covered up with vine
Lies a rusty heart, abandoned, unwound.
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I have found that
There are more things
To hunger for
Than quiche and
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Silly me. I dance
At the keyboard
Of my own success
Needing nothing
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Kitten sleeping -
Four other cats.
Too much fur -
Fur coat
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If in that Syrian grave, You rest
Unknowing of how the hate you tried
to kill, lingers on and hungers yet
Then rest well, and never wake.
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