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Birth, Life and Death 

Tormented Mind of an Abused Child

The Skeptic

Remembered (Vernon)

Who Am I

Two Line Peace Poem

Afrikaans (Peace Poem)

Different yet the Same

Those I Leave Behind

No sunshine

Faces (View Diagram)

Going

A Crossroad in Time

The Genesis Question

Happy Mother’s Day

Sleeping Beauty

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Christmas poem

Flashing lights and holiday music like ‘White Christmas’

Playing loudly in the mall, it should be a festive mood

Yet through the lights and song there is a buzz

Of people rushing, stepping on toes, being rude

 

Another song plays, the words speak of a little child

Yet nobody stops to hear what it is about

Instead a mother red-faced and perspiring

Tries to control her child, should hear her shout

 

The gifts, the food, the drinks, the party hats

Being loaded in the trunk, after money’s spent

Yet with all the happiness that these should bring

I see man and wife in heated argument

 

A driver rushing before the shops will close

Needs goods for the special Christmas lunch

Tries to steal a parking space from somebody else

The next I see him land a Christmas punch

 

Midnight the music blares to celebrate

The new day, being the 25th December

Yet morning dawns and they are all asleep

The gift of Christ they did not remember

 

Craig D Smith,

December 19, 2001

The Girl With No Heart

                        (A Parody of Sleeping Beauty)

 

The door was always open, Until one day she lost the key.

And everyone who knew her, Loved her, so sweet was she.

 

The village Jack crashed through this door, One happy summer’s night

And turned this heart of milk and honey, Into solid granite.

 

The village men no longer smiled, The women wore long veils

The cats got stuck up in the trees, And dogs didn’t wag their tails

 

The sun was blackened by dark clouds, The curtains remained drawn.

Til one day prince Charming came by, And saw the people mourn.

 

So swift was he, leapt off his horse, Brandished the golden key

So tall, so handsome, and so bold, Yet smitten by her beauty

 

He knelt beside her lifeless bed, And then began to sing

So soft so gentle, so profound, His words new light did bring

 

Children singing, jumping playing, The village filled with laughter

That sunny day he took her hand, And lived happily ever after.

 Craig D Smith (20 December 2001)

©2001, c.d.s.

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