Fay Slimm

Rookie - 12 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Fay Slimm Poems

121. Swinging Back Home. 1/25/2009
122. Sweet Sorrow. 12/29/2008
123. Sweet Dawning. 7/2/2009
124. Survivor's Aid. 2/9/2009
125. Surviving Love? 2/17/2009
126. Sunset Bewitches 7/6/2009
127. Sunday Surfing. 10/24/2008
128. Sunburst 5/15/2009
129. Summertime Love. 9/20/2008
130. Summer's Song. 5/22/2009
131. Summer Starts Here. 6/25/2009
132. Summer Stands Tall. 7/5/2009
133. Summer In Autumn. 10/29/2008
134. Suffer The Children. 1/7/2009
135. Struggling Through. 10/16/2008
136. Storms Of Fear. 3/9/2009
137. Stormforce. 2/1/2010
138. Sticky Strawberry-Red. 6/23/2009
139. Staying Alive. 3/12/2009
140. Staying Alive Now 11/29/2009
141. States Of Mind. 6/26/2009
142. Stardust Nectar. 12/17/2008
143. Star Signs. 1/8/2010
144. Springtime Dreams. 12/9/2009
145. Spring Fever. 7/24/2008
146. Speed Can Destroy. 8/19/2008
147. Speaking Of Work. 10/28/2008
148. Speaking Of Stillness. 2/16/2009
149. Speak To Me 8/22/2008
150. Spaces Between 4/17/2009
151. Soured Wine. 8/10/2009
152. Soul-Mates United. 12/14/2008
153. Soul Music. 4/15/2009
154. Soon Gone. 9/18/2009
155. Something Special. 11/20/2009
156. Snowbound Gayle. 1/17/2009
157. Slivers Of Silvery-Gold. 7/8/2009
158. Slight Shadow. 7/26/2009
159. Sleepless In Cornwall U.K. 9/4/2008
160. Sleeping With Love. 7/28/2009
Best Poem of Fay Slimm

Child's E-Mail To God.

Dear God I am riting this to let you no
My Mom's coff got worse and she's just ad to go.
I dont no your E-mail but your everywhere
So sum angel will give it you God, cos you care.

Mom's gone to an ospital they called a Respite
I think that's the name - an I hope it's spelled rite.
They won't let me go cos it's too far away.
But they dont no she hates eggs, an she wont like to say.

Her coff isn't bad when she first gets in bed
But she likes extra pillas God, under er head.
My Mom's got red air, tho she's not got much now
But she likes it combed gently, ...

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Spring Fever.

Sing SPRING, and feel the thrust of newborn thing.
Spring-warmed sun arouses earth,
Then blazons dormant trees to work.
Roots awake, and crawling, shyly nudge and shake each branch.
Soil breaks next, with rank on lush green rank of shoot.
And buds unfurl.
Colours zing, as blossoming life begins again
To sting old winters indolent sleep. Breathe this resurrection theme.
Sink this bursting spring-like dream deep to feed on all year through.

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