Rhonda Baker Poems

Witches, Witches in the night
Across the moon they take flight
Potions, spells and hexes too
CAREFUL they don't catch you!
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Oh fallen Angel... here on the ground
The vultures and buzzard are circlin' around
Oh fallen Angel, once wild and free
Now on the ground in front of me
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Poised with jacks firmly in hand
with a feather light touch forming a band
As the piece begins to cool
A fiercer grip, upon the tool
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Twas just before Christmas in our family home
The pets were all restless and wanted to roam
The kids were upstairs, doing there own thing
Wondering this year what Christmas would bring
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Feeling hollow, empty nest, a hole through the core
Sadness floods in making me tired and sore
I feel left behind; things are out of place
Is this where I fit in, in the old rat race?
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Oh! All the music that surrounds us all
The whistle of the wind, or a single bird's call
The hum of the traffic, the chug, chug of a train
The beat upon your house with the coming of the rain
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When I see you smile everything seems right
Where there was darkness now is light
The twinkle in your eyes breaks through the haze
Giving me direction through life's maze
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Near the woods I sense their presence
They travel around like gypsy peasants
Like a cloud they rise up from the grass
And move together in a buzzing mass
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A canvas before me in autumn hues
Against lakes of crisp clear blues
The tart scent of apples all tangy and sweet
Crunching fallen leaves beneath my feet
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Halloween is approaching, oh what a sight
All the creatures that roam on a Halloween night
This year a “Pirate” stakes a claim above the rest
Guarding her stash of candy, in the old treasure chest
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