Gems That Brighten One’s Day, He Left His Love, Poor Sue Dunham (3 Poems) | Nara

Gems That Brighten One’s Day

Diamonds are a lady’s finest buddy

Or so our Marilyn crooned…
However I’ve bought one thing higher, you see;

They outshine the solar and the moon.

These people are gems of the very best regard,

They sparkle wherever they’re…
Loving and jolly, vivid as a pin,

Settled right here and there and afar.

I am deeply happy to deal with them

As buddies of high quality shone…
Pretty women and men,

The sweetest to be identified.

And so I want the easiest

With tidings crammed with love…
We match collectively, my dearest buddies,

Like a easy and satin glove.

Could our days be ever so humble…
Could our nights be aromatic with flowers;

Could we seldom falter or stumble…
And our lives crammed with brightest of hours.

He Left His Love…

He left his love so candy and pure,

There standing on the shore…
And by no means once more would she communicate the title

Of the person whom she adored.

He wandered lengthy to see the world,

Its riches to behold…
And couldn’t discover so nice a prize

Because the one he’d willingly bought.

He traveled far to hunt his dream

Upon the glistening waves…
And located as a substitute the chilly huge sea,

Beneath the empty caves.

He later returned to his expensive previous house,

The place the place he was born…
And searched the shore for the face of 1

To whom his love was sworn.

He lived the rest of his days,

A lonely empty life…
And cried to consider the girl he’d cherished

However had by no means made his spouse.

He died alone on that very seaside,

The place final he’d seen her face…
And by no means did he regain the love

Of the one he had left in that place.

Poor Sue Dunham

Poor Sue Dunham, loopy as a loon

Danced pure bare beneath the intense white moon.

Raised by people on guilt and concern…
Mama crocheted and daddy was bizarre.

A toddler of sunshine and daughter of timber,

She drank from the flowers within the noon-day breeze.

Taught to obey such senseless guidelines…
Pressured to attend the boring gray faculty.

Poor Sue Dunham, with naked tan knees,

Skated down a sidewalk daring and free.

Scolded for working when she ought to have walked…
Bored to tears by empty speak.

A toddler of ocean’s fresh-tossed wave,

She discovered vivid gems to like and save.

Instructed to dwell the place the air was foul…
In a nook of the earth just like the satan’s bowel.

Poor Sue Dunham, a lady in years,

Refused to dwell by guilt and fears.

Punished by males for her spirit vivid…
She slept alone within the moonlit night time.

A toddler of affection and friendship true,

She gave from the guts to him and also you.

Pushed by the principles which search to kill…
You may discover poor Sue buried on that hill.



Source by Diana Hunter McGuerty

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