Hazel Durham


Hazel Durham Poems

1. The Wind 8/11/2015
2. The Old Yellow Brick Road 9/5/2015
3. A Dancer's Grace 10/3/2015
4. Chasing A Moonbeam 10/19/2015
5. In The Park 12/8/2015
6. Twilight 3/26/2016
7. The Leading Lady 2/28/2016
8. It's Never Too Late 12/15/2015
9. The Darkness 9/12/2015
10. A Better Way 9/13/2015
11. My Humble Tent 11/10/2014
12. Our Way 11/12/2014
13. Field Of Weeds 7/6/2014
14. Nature's Best 6/4/2015
15. A Guiding Light 6/8/2015
16. Finding Home 9/25/2015
17. Just A Plain Girl 10/26/2015
18. The Untamed Beast 8/20/2015
19. A Fallen Leaf 7/3/2015
20. Over The Horizon 12/17/2015
21. Crooked Wood 2/7/2016
22. The Rain 8/8/2015
23. Flying To Freedom 12/22/2015
24. A Golden Hue 5/24/2015
25. Sunshine 9/7/2015
26. A Beautiful Heart 10/31/2015
27. Padraig 11/24/2015
28. A Loving Thrill 6/18/2015
29. Once Upon A Time........ 6/21/2015
30. There Has To Be More Than This 1/4/2013
31. The Secret 12/27/2014
32. Rainbow 5/4/2015
33. November Rain 11/6/2015
34. The Muse 4/4/2014
35. The Sheen Of Life 5/16/2014
36. The Wallflower 7/28/2013
37. Night And Day 8/9/2013
38. Dancing On Clouds 4/7/2013
39. Forever Time 7/19/2015
40. A New Beat 5/15/2015
Best Poem of Hazel Durham

The Beauty Of The Truth

A smooth, round pebble thrown with joy into a Killarney lake,
Creates movement of dancing ripples that reflects the light of the day,
Like the film of their lives, beginning with the first take,
My mother's moist, brown eyes scattered with flecks of green,
Holding internal scars and the vibrancy of your dream,
With your dignity and grace,
You embraced the very core of living,
The gift that adorned you like a regal crown,
Was the art of giving,
Honeymoon by the enchanting, mystical Killarney lakes,
I hold an old black and white photo,
Of our mum and ...

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The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,

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