Olivia Slemmermann Poems

Its origins are uncertain
A celebration most certain.
At the turn of the seasons
The vernal equinox the reason
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My tears
Soaked my pillow last night
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stealthily moving in the marsh, crocodile!
herds of animals thirstily they drink.
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Fragrant nutmeg and acorns
Gold dust and sweet corn
Emerald and sapphire blooms
Where have they all gone
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Evening shadows brings 'em out to feed
Verily, in herds mighty raised
Elephants aplenty amongst the reeds!
Nightly yonder they traverse crazed,
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child learns to condemn
growing with criticism
will learn how to fight
when hostility surrounds
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It’s a time for celebration
A time for joy and goodwill
For young ones and the old
So this is Christmas I am told
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Oh my heart whatever be
You have wooed and selected only me
Thy rhyme and song so tender be
Yet how can I accept thee
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Fantasizing or dreaming what have I been
Whatever… are you really, really real?
Or just a hallucination my mind conjured
‘Cause I know how ill I’ve been
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