Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson Poems

Under the mask no-one can see
Hidden away til eternity
Laughter lines start to crack
The damage is done theres no turning back
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Now this lady she parades round her shopping mall
She admires herself as she stands strong and tall
She window shops the jewellers but doesnt buy a thing
But somehow comes home all kitted out in Bling
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On my own once more
Solitude is my best friend
Peacefulness galore
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I was relaxing at home with a cup of tea
When up jumped Zoe on my knee
A little grey tabby just like a child
She is quite placid but never wild.
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This man he lay there sleeping
Well snoring to be precise
He'd forgot to take his Olbas Oil
One bottle would not suffice
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This is based on a true story from the 80's which hit the news. I was 15 when I wrote it. Jambo became famous Aug 31,1986 when 5 yr old Levan Merrit fell into Jambos base and became unconcious. Jambo stood guard protectively over the boy until he was rescued. The media dispelled the myth of Jambo as fearsome, like King Kong. Jambo was found dead on Sept 16 1992, my daughters 1st birthday. He now has a biography and is known as the gentle giant. (See wikipedia)
Heres my poem.

I sat in my compound sad and depressed
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In these four walls I sit and pray
alone I watch the clock
Each moment of every day.
Moments last forever
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In the room I feel your comfort
purring contently and warming the air
Sleeping soundly and gently awaking
The sound of the summer border fayre
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The chorus rings softly
His desire his dance
Towering up high
Within magical trance
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The heavens opened
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