Charlotte Ballard


Charlotte Ballard Poems

161. Let's Eat 9/25/2006
162. Peace 10/2/2006
163. Enclosure Yeah (Subject Lines Of Spam Strung Together) 10/11/2006
164. Inside Me 10/20/2006
165. Because You Helped To Become Well 2/5/2008
166. Blind 2/27/2008
167. What Am I Good At? 3/24/2008
168. Fifteen Little Poems About My Life. 10/30/2008
169. Standard Laid Bare 11/1/2008
170. Life Is Never What Pleases 11/3/2008
171. The Same 11/6/2008
172. Luck 11/15/2008
173. My Life Starts Today 11/22/2008
174. Fully Rhyme 11/28/2008
175. Slant Rhyme 12/14/2008
176. Holding Onto Forever 2 8/18/2005
177. If I Had Had A Plan 9/13/2005
178. Love In A Stranger’s Face 5/26/2010
179. Mystic Pose 5/26/2010
180. Separate Beginnings 5/27/2010
181. Timid Is The Poet 1/27/2006
182. My Face 9/28/2006
183. Love Comes: A Party 10/2/2006
184. The Dead Of Night 9/3/2005
185. A Debt Poem 7/17/2005
186. Waiting 4/26/2008
187. I'Ve Always Been Second 4/28/2008
188. W.P. 10/22/2008
189. Absence Of Anything Special 10/25/2008
190. When Does The Window Clear? 4/3/2007
191. Promises In Ginger 5/7/2011
192. Dandelions 7/13/2011
193. Hope (3) 7/26/2011
194. September Kiss 7/30/2011
195. Study 8/14/2011
196. View Of A Life 8/31/2011
197. Ten More Like This One 9/3/2011
198. Mousetrap 9/6/2011
199. Aitutaki 10/7/2011
200. Blackest Day 10/7/2011

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.

Read the full of Ode To Pizza

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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