Angela Wybrow Poems

During the time of ‘The Blitz’,
There were many direct hits.
The air was full of smoke and dirt.
Many were killed; many were hurt.
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When I feel like I’m drowning, your words keep me afloat.
Of your words, in my mind, I have etched a mental note.
Any time that I’m feeling low and really down,
Through my mind, your words tumble around.
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Some memories, from your mind, you wish you could erase;
Whilst, other memories, in your mind, you are happy to replay.
Of your life, some memories, you wish had never been a part;
Whilst others, which are dear to you, you hold close to your heart.
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The sun looks deceivingly warm, when I’m at home,
But the cold wind outside, chills me to the very bone.
In the bright sunshine, I thought that I would bake,
But it’s freezing, and my poor fingers actually ache.
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I love the mornings, when pretty dew drops settle
On every single blade of grass, bramble, and nettle.
Decorated are the herbs – rosemary, thyme and basil.
By millions of precious jewels, I am, totally, bedazzled.
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A big, brown bear tried to steal some honey,
But the bees in the nest found it far from funny;
The bees, they saw red,
And they buzzed round his head,
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They swoop and they swerve;
They live on their nerves.
Their eyes, black and beady,
Are watchful and greedy.
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She’d be a cat or dog owner.
She wouldn’t be a loner.
Fun parties, she’d host.
She’d live near the coast.
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Houses are decked with Christmas lights,
Which brighten up the long winter nights;
The colourful lights flicker and flash -
They fizz and whizz, they dance and dash.
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All that glistens isn’t gold –
Frost is white and it’s cold.
It may look pretty; it may look nice,
But, oh, how I hate walking on ice!
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