Colleen Wright

Rookie (Central west of New South Wales, Australia.)

Deefa And Ceefa. - Poem by Colleen Wright

Deefa and Ceefa.


Once upon a time
I wrote a cute rhyme
of a bonding 'tween two close friends
where great friendship never ends.

My poem goes like this...
It began with a 'hello' kiss
between two poetic hearts
and there this story starts...

The closest of chemistry really wasn't there,
however much trust the two souls did share.
They chatted and confided of each other's past
and drank good wines while hours sped by, fast.

The bond in common was shared and respected
and they laughed and ate as the two mates elected
to remain the very best of friends
until both lifetimes finally ends.

Now as David begins with D – he is Deefa
and as Carol begins with C – she is Ceefa.
Sounds rather right wouldn't you say,
as two great friends decided one day?

You see, Deefa is a great man of poetry
and Carol is a friend who does also agree
with others of whom have heard this man
recite Aussie Bush Poetry as only he can.

Now Deefa has found his beautiful Elfa,
and to confuse you some, her name is Linda
because L is for Linda, who is Deefa's soulmate
and for them their wonderful love is called Fate.

Soon the church bells will peal and the birds will sing
as Deefa soon will lovingly give Elfa a wedding ring.
I wish them both the very best of happiness forever and a day,
as they begin their happy new lives in the best possible way.


Colleen Wright. T.G. © January.2007

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Comments about Deefa And Ceefa. by Colleen Wright

  • Kee Thampi (1/4/2007 2:01:00 AM)

    Endorse with a really enviable good story writes...
    see the charm...
    ....and for them their wonderful love is called Fate.
    and she makes a jostle in rhythms...... not a jovial way ....
    Soon the church bells will peal and the birds will sing
    as Deefa soon will lovingly give Elfa a wedding ring.
    I wish them both the very best of happiness forever and a day,
    as they begin their happy new lives in the best possible way.


    the greatness in her writes is her good heartful rouse of images rob our heart...
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010


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