Charlotte Ballard


Charlotte Ballard Poems

1. Love 2 12/9/2005
2. Black Cat 3/30/2005
3. Bay Window 3/30/2005
4. Carbon Copy 3/30/2005
5. Insomnia 3/30/2005
6. Praying With Angel Hands 3/30/2005
7. Lady Waits 7/12/2005
8. I Forgot 9/22/2005
9. Caught In The Rain 9/25/2005
10. Tampering With Justice 4/26/2005
11. Top Thought 4/28/2005
12. President Bush’s Dream 5/21/2005
13. Summer Reruns 3/30/2005
14. There Are No Secrets Here 8/4/2005
15. Trouble Lies Yonder 8/8/2005
16. Nobody Had To Tell Me 6/23/2005
17. Garbage 3/30/2005
18. New Year Memorial 1/1/2006
19. A Challenge 1/4/2006
20. The Child In Me 1/5/2006
21. Monkey In A Tree 1/9/2006
22. I Looked At A Man 1/9/2006
23. Porcelain Crab 7/23/2005
24. Cancer Is Better 12/13/2005
25. A Brief Breath 12/13/2005
26. Invocation To Survival 12/21/2005
27. Sadistic Lover 12/21/2005
28. A Forgotten Child 3/13/2006
29. Katy Begs 3/28/2006
30. Desire 3/30/2005
31. Fragrance 3/30/2005
32. Dandelion Words 3/30/2005
33. In A Bathroom Stall 3/30/2005
34. Youngest Pleas 3/30/2005
35. Steel Gray Sky 3/30/2005
36. Worry 3/30/2005
37. Spring Flowers 3/30/2005
38. Innocence 3/30/2005
39. Duck Love 5/31/2005
40. Grandma Paige 3/30/2005

Comments about Charlotte Ballard

  • Paul Slinski Paul Slinski (4/11/2005 10:49:00 AM)

    Some people are never happy unless they are complaining about something.
    Makes me wonder if they have some kind of cult somewhere that we don't know about.

    Great words, Charlotte. Very easy for me to relate to. Poetry as a comfortable chair.

    You are in my friends list.

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Best Poem of Charlotte Ballard

To Emily Dickinson

Emily, your words breathe fire.
From simple words to grand designs-
Heaven drops, sweet nectar.
I propose a promise
To wear your words there
In a secret crevice
Where the Holly springs.

Weakly worn, slovenly tied.
I hold out my tattered offering
To fill the tired places
In both you and I.
Who knows, perhaps,
I'll meet you there
At that place where
Poets retire.

Read the full of To Emily Dickinson

Love 2

Love
As calm as a pond
Not crowded with
Ducks that
Quack and wade,
Nibbling at grubs
That aren't under
The mud.

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