Yvonne Rautenbach

Rookie - 117 Points (Aquarian - I am over 50 / UK)

Yvonne Rautenbach Poems

1. Pretty Handsome 2/6/2008
2. Train To Aberdovey 3/25/2008
3. The Pea Pickers 1971 7/16/2008
4. Witches 8/3/2008
5. My Autumn Friend 9/26/2009
6. The Truth About Love 3/16/2010
7. Home And Away 6/7/2010
8. Nature Returns 7/24/2010
9. Full Marks For Fame 9/7/2010
10. High And Low As A Kite 9/7/2010
11. Screen Queen 3/8/2011
12. Old Harlow 8/29/2011
13. Marriage 12/29/2011
14. Old Town 3/12/2012
15. When We Were Young - Bees 9/3/2012
16. Coach Trippers 9/16/2012
17. The Last Word Of Love 11/15/2012
18. Christmas Trees 12/12/2012
19. Cousin Lily 6/21/2013
20. Ticking Over 9/2/2014
21. The Beach In Sidmouth 9/1/2015
22. Beach Ghosts 10/16/2015
23. Outside In A Shattered Dream 7/19/2012
24. Old Dogs 3/30/2013
25. The Real Neighbour From Hell - Halloween Party 9/20/2008
26. Young Love Lost 7/4/2009
27. Physi - Ode (To My Physiotherapist) 7/13/2007
28. Carpenter- Dedicated To Richard Of Ely 7/9/2012
29. When The Bough Breaks-Trees 10/6/2011
30. Corked Wine 7/22/2008
31. Dear Old Stick 2/7/2008
32. Market Day In Ely City 4/24/2009
33. Sitting In Sidmouth 1/24/2016
34. Words 8/14/2012
35. Faces And Forums 2/14/2008
36. Futures In Art - Children Painting 8/28/2008
37. The Ballad Of Mary And Her Dog Chappie 5/11/2009
38. Broken Art 2/11/2007
39. Ashanti Boy 7/7/2007
40. The Wandering Man - Homeless 7/22/2008
Best Poem of Yvonne Rautenbach

The Wandering Man - Homeless

Wandering man dreams of a place
with no demands yet no disgrace
with nice clean sheets, a fragrant pillow,
Wills that bend around like willow
Settle him and he displaces
You demand and he disgraces...
Oh the sadness on our faces
he would not let us tie his laces!
Preferred old shoes which leaked in places
Left a tidemark on the pillow
burnt out element in the 'grillo'
Wandering man he leaves each place
Bent and buckled like his face.

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Broken Art

Beloved tools unstirred
They are strangers
Brushes, pencils, pens
Erased from my picture
Daily I glance at them and mutter
'When I have time - another year
Perhaps another life.'
Where did time go?
Drawn away with my breaths?

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