Janet Ramsden Poems

At rainbows end they dance on moonbeams
bathed in magenta skies.
They fly across blue oceans, where ancient
wisdom lies. Deep in exotic shades of jade
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'I wandered lonely as a cloud, '
tryin' to fit in with a shapeless crowd.
The hens and the chickens, the
paper and pens.
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A voice echoes then rebounds
to a figure laying still, on a
frame of wood and steel.
A stiff blanket of grey, his naked
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Her body is tired and old,
ravaged with disease. Her
skin, frail and wrinkled and
blue veins protrude, so
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Someone gave me a table, but said
'sorry, there are no chairs.'
What use is a damned table,
without any chairs.
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