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| Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, they were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me. |
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On his death bed he doeth lie Too weak to talk or cry And on this day he shall be No longer round for us to see His eyes of blue are now all hazed And his words mumbled and crazed His thoughts do wander round and round But his eyes are fixed upon the ground No longer shall I hear his voice No longer shall I make the choice To not say how I felt As over his death bed I hath knelt But his memory will always live In this tribute that I give His spirit will last through all times I love you Robert Grimes -Tanya Stout |