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 Non inspirational poems about ordinary life

THE ROAD HOME
Dirt Road

1)
THE ROAD HOME.
A dusty road meanders through the trees
A light breeze stirring the leaves.
The sun shines through the canopy,
Throwing speckled shadows on the ground.
A kookaburra laughs at the new day.
The scent of eucalypt in the air.
Smoke wafts from a campfire by the road.
An old man packs up his camping gear,
Then heads off down the dusty road.
An old horse head bent walks beside him,
His trusty old dog follows behind.
The old man mummers to himself,
We have travelled this country far and wide.
Seen many strange and beautiful places,
But none so beautiful as the place
At the end of this dusty track.
Home
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This poem was written about a very dear friend.
2)
ISABELLE
There is a woman that I know
Whose heart is as big as forever
When I want a friendly chat
I go along and visit her.
When she greets me at the door
She makes me feel Im just the one
That she has been waiting for
Come in, come in, she says
With a large welcome smile
Sit down and have a cuppa
Out comes the cups and tea and cake
And what a lovely chat we have
The times fly by so very fast
When in such happy company
I feel so warm and welcome there
It fills me with an inner glow
And when the time comes to leave
It is with reluctance that I go
As she walks me to the door
Come again is her parting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I daresay everyone at some time has lain on their back and watched pictures forming in the clouds.
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CLOUDS.
Lying on my back on the soft green grass,
Watching the clouds roll by
Watching them being shaped by the wind,
Forming pictures, constantly being changed.
There are some dark horses, prancing about,*
With their manes flying about in the breeze.
Theres a mans face with a long white beard.
Now its a lions heard, looking fierce.
A gust of wind and the pictures change.
Theres turrets of a castle, with banners flying.
Now a ship with sails billowing in the wind.
It makes me quiver with delight,
As my imagination takes me traveling,
Sailing in ships to far away places,
With many exciting things to see.
Oh! What a shame the clouds have gone,
Time to pack up and head for home.
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4)
THE RETURN.
Light danced in her blue eyes
Twinkling like stars in the sky
As she sat watching the fire burn
Dreaming of her beloveds return

A letter had come in the mail that day
To let her know he was on his way
Many homecomings thered been in the past
But this time was to be the last.

Back and forth her happy thought ran
Of the deep love she had for her man
It had grown and deepened over the years
Through all the partings and many tears

But now his wandering days were done
Hes coming home, her thoughts run
Coming home to make her his wife
To be together for the rest of their life.
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5)
SUNSHINE.
Good morning sun, please show your face
The clouds have been hiding it much too long
Come, let your sunbeams warm up the place
So birds will appear and burst into song
When the sun appears after days of rain
The countryside looks fresh and green
The creatures of earth all appear again
It cheers me up to look upon such a scene.
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6)
A RIVER
It begins in the catchment area
On the mountain tops above
And travels down the slopes
To the valley below
On the journey downward
It rushes over high rocky crops
And falls over with a mighty roar
Into turbulent pools below
As it wends its was further down
Through banks high and low
Through forests it will wind its way
Shadows making it look mysterious
Through green fields it steadily moves
From its banks thirsty animals drink
Through towns and villages it moves on
Moving sometimes fast sometimes slow
As it continues on to its destiny below
And so it goes wending its way
Singing its watery traveling song
Sometimes happy sometimes somber
Reaching at last the open sea
The river
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7)
A PEACEFUL SCENE.
Smoke drifts from the fire beside the tent.
A man sits on a log waiting for the billy to boil,
Tall straight trees, surround the campsite.
He lifts his head to listen to a birds morning call.
A beam of light shines through the morning mist,
Highlighting the peace and serenity of the scene.
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8)
MORNING ON A FARM.
A rooster crows his welcome to the morning,
As the sun shows his bright face over the horizon.
The sound of cows bellowing, comes from the farmyard,
As they wait for the farmer to milk them.
Children laugh as they run barefoot on the grass.
An aroma of frying bacon arises from the kitchen
As the farmers wife cooks the family breakfast.
So begins another day on a farm.
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Remembering happy days spent at the beach
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9)
A DAY AT THE BEACH.
Waves washed around the mans feet,
As he cast the line into the water,
His mind set on the big one,
That he is hoping to catch today.
Seagulls screech as they fly overhead,
Then swoop to tease a dog on the beach.
The dog chases the seagulls with glee,
With nary a chance of catching one,
But nevertheless happy in his pursuit.
Children playing at the waters edge,
Join in the chase with happy laughter.
The mother smiles as she watches,
Her heart filled with love and contentment.
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One night when I couldnt sleep I jotted this down.
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10)
ELUSIVE SLEEP.
Sleep, sleep, whereart thou, oh sleep.
I lie in my bed yearning,
For that elusive thing sleep.
My eyelids droop, at last,
But no, wide awake again.
Yawn, yawn, oh me, oh my,
Sand in my eye.
Seems like hours dragging by.
Nodding, nodding
Yawwwwn, yaaazzzzzzz
Goodness gracious! Its morning
Wow! At last, I slept
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Poem#8 MORNING ON A FARM
morning on a farm

Poem#6 A RIVER
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A CAT NAMED BEAR
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11) A CAT NAMED BEAR.
Each morning she comes into my room,
And jumps on to my bed.
When I try to remove her,
She growls and shakes her head.
I gently push her once moor,
But she just purrs and settles down.
Then with a hard push she lands on the floor.
With a haughty look and flick of tail,
She jumps back up again,
She looks at me as if to say, I will prevail.
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Poem# 7 A PEACEFUL SCENE
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A BEAM OF LIGHT SHINES THROUGH THE MORNING MIST