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. You Come Too 3/30/2005
295. Inspiration 3/30/2005
296. Echoes 3/30/2005
297. My Lying Fault 4/24/2005
298. Two Watchers 12/25/2005
299. A Poet's Heart 1/23/2006
300. Stubborn Teachers 10/9/2011
301. Playing Cards 3/30/2005
302. Taps 8/31/2005
303. Writer In Training 12/27/2005
304. Aids 7/30/2005
305. A Mother's Day Poem 2/7/2006
306. I Never Had A Mother 7/20/2005
307. My Only Song 3/30/2005
308. To Emily Dickinson 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

A Mother's Day Poem

My mother keeps a poem
That I wrote when I was
More than a child, but
Not yet a Woman.

In it, I praised her motherly ways
And calm hand -
Claiming that she was
The delight of my life and
My central love -
I lied.

What I had wanted to say,
What I needed to say -
Was to scream out for protection-
For her to run with me
To the hills, and borrow in deep.

I did not tell the secrets, even
In the thick of the lies
Where even a good eraser
Would not have dug them out.
What I needed was for her
To love me

To ...

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Black Cat

Black Cat guards the top of my computer
Smiles gently as eyes are closed
Rightfully placed
Bought at half price at a shelter
Crowded with cousins needing homes.
She celebrates her supremeness and her beauty
By knocking my drink into my keyboard.

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