Author: June Nash
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Poem: Styles for Sylphs
Styles for Sylphs Aging bodies, changing shape Don’t like the way clothes now drape Weight has shifted to my waist Saggy in butt, not my taste – Dressed like old crone not my aim Mass production is the blame Store bought trousers, blue jeans too All are made for select few – You might say…
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Poem: Homeless
Homeless freeway exit, hold sign on side of road, sitting Hungry Help Me Homeless – my heart bleeds, I’m cry’n conduct torn, head splitting Hate Being Me Helpless – will he buy drugs or wine from handouts he’s getting Lazy Drugged He Friendless – or stuck in jobless line against will, unwitting Homeless Hungry Hapless…
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Poem on Aging: Scary Venture
Scary Venture getting old is a scary venture what future holds is not secure – pains of youth, fleeting, disregard ignoring aches now getting hard – signs of aging may be gray hair or pounds added in derrière – laugh it off, cannot stop the clock each year’s anniversaries mock – in the morning upon…
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Originally posted on June Nash: Irish I Wish – I’ll tell a secret, if you care to hear One which the Irish prefer to keep dear. Not only March 17th, every year, You too can weave stories that bring a tear. Do you wish? – Then come closer, I’ll whisper in your ear. It will…
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Poem: My Racing Mind
My Racing Mind My thoughts are jumbled They’re bumbled Like bumper cars – Thoughts unrelated Not hated But too many – Thoughts are not heeding They’re speeding Cannot focus – Pluck each thought from crown Write them down Contemplate them – Clogged thoughts start flowing I’m knowing I can catch them June Nash Ever have…
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