Janet Budd Poems

31st December 1919 – 6th March 2005

Don’t know where to find him.
How can I truly care?
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Come
Sofia.
Come listen to me.
Come, snuggle up close on Grandma’s knee.
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I did not want to taste the salty sea
Just sample cool thrills on a far off beach
To celebrate a school trip nearly done
A tale I could relate once back at home
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These pews don’t lend themselves to private grief.
A well of tears leaks down my cold, cold cheeks.
Her family must be wondering who we are.
Strangers treading on their private sorrow.
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Love Lost

Found Poem from The Times, November 17,2007
From 'All you need is hate: the killing of John Lennon
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I’m not supposed to say it
But let’s face it, it’s true
I can think of loads of people
Who should be dead instead of you.
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I do so want to be desired by you.
I’d love to be desired for some small time
By someone who provokes a smile, and who
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I wonder to be blonde. What signifies
That fair Madonna of the nativity
Playing before parental beaming eyes?
The paragon dark urchins fail to be.
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Fitzgerald flooded in to end my night
Cradle song that put my dreams to flight.
A waking spell was cast, my visions caught
By sun bright arrows through a bow of light.
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It is not there, this star I watch tonight.
Neither was it, when Mesopotamian sages
Scored clay tablets with epic myths of time.
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