Charlotte Ballard


Charlotte Ballard Poems

281. Jelly Babies 10/9/2011
282. Washing Dishes 10/9/2011
283. Weather Vane 7/12/2012
284. Tangled Hair 10/9/2011
285. Forgotten Popcorn 8/31/2006
286. Burger King Poet 3/30/2005
287. Mr. Goodbar 3/30/2005
288. A Two-Minute Poem 7/13/2005
289. Cleverness 3/27/2008
290. Beautiful 10/19/2006
291. Honor Bright 3/30/2005
292. The Cat 3/30/2005
293. Six Minutes 3/30/2005
294. Inspiration 3/30/2005
295. Echoes 3/30/2005
296. My Lying Fault 4/24/2005
297. Two Watchers 12/25/2005
298. A Poet's Heart 1/23/2006
299. Stubborn Teachers 10/9/2011
300. Writer In Training 12/27/2005
301. Taps 8/31/2005
302. You Come Too 3/30/2005
303. Aids 7/30/2005
304. A Mother's Day Poem 2/7/2006
305. I Never Had A Mother 7/20/2005
306. Playing Cards 3/30/2005
307. To Emily Dickinson 3/30/2005
308. My Only Song 3/30/2005
309. Ode To Pizza 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

Ode To Pizza

You delight the nose with evocative
Promise of stringy cheese, pepperoni
And tomato sauce warm. Each piece
Contested over, grabbed, hungered over

Until sated, the hungry hordes retreat
To sofas soft and stretch out feet first.
Til' Breakfast time, tomorrow.

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Bay Window

Fan blowing.
Tall trees still.
A minute before it rains,
A humming bird at a
Red tinged feeder.
Black cat shaking
Excess water off.
Graceful steps flowing,
Untrained dancer of fur.

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