Kate's Poetry

Tuesday, August 04, 2020


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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Venus

Venus in the sky tonight
Shining with your light so bright

How often is it that you hear
Every time that you are near

'I wish I may, I wish I might
Wish upon a star tonight?'

Think you back and then you say,
'Every night, not in the day.'

'You wish you might, you wish you may
You can not wish on me today'

'I'm not a star, tho' shine I might
You can not wish on me tonight'

'Twinkle, twinkle little star
If I do not twinkle, I'm not a star.'

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Listen

Listen – Hear the silence
Listen, no one talks
What was said? What was said?
Did you hear, did you?
Did you read the body language?
What was read? What was read?
Did you listen between the lines?
Did you ask the right questions?
Did you hear the signs?
Did you hear the unspoken words
Does it matter what was said?
Did you listen to the silence?
Or did you listen to the birds?

two Girlscout/Girl guide songs which when I searched for them were not avaliable on the web

The Gift
The blue bottle song

I have a little present here for you,
Inside this tiny bottle,
so very small and blue
Please do not uncork it,
simply put in on away
For inside there lies a summer's day
Put it on away

I'd be pleased if you didn't ask why I gave this gift to you
Don't know myself, did it on a whim,
as the thought came rushing through.
Just want to make you happy
in a summertime sort of way
I thought you might like your own summer's day
Put it on away

Can you read the writing on this tiny bottle's wall?
I know that it's quite small, but I can read it all
Says 'she who is reading this is looking right at my side
And might be kind of interested at what there lies inside;
One breath of a butterfly and one ray from the sun,
And lots and lots of laughter from little children's fun.
Don't you dare uncork it, or everything will get away,
I just wanted you to have a summer's day'
Put it on away


Linger
mm hum, I want to linger
mm hum, a little longer,
mm hum, a little longer here with you
mm hum, on such a perfect night
mm hum, it doesn't seem quite right
mm hum, that this should be my last with you
mm hum, but come September
mm hum, I will remember,
mm hum, our happy days and friendships true
mm hum, and as the years go by,
mm hum, I'll think of you and sigh
mm hum, this is goodnight and not goodbye

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Listen

Listen

Listen – Hear the silence
Listen, no one talks
What was said? What was said?
Did you hear, did you?
Did you read the body language?
What was read? What was read?
Did you listen between the lines?
Did you ask the right questions?
Did you hear the signs?
Did you hear the unspoken words
Does it matter what was said?
Did you listen to the silence?
Or did you listen to the birds

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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Venus

Venus

Venus in the sky tonight,
Shining with a light so bright,
How often is it that you hear?
Every time that you are near,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Wish upon a star tonight?
Think you back to them and say;
Not to night and not today.
You wish you might, you wish you may,
You can not wish on me today.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
You do not twinkle, that's not what you are.
If you do not twinkle then you are no star.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Maternal Memories

Maternal Memories

I am told that I will forget,
How it feels right now,
To be a vessel for
Something so important
As another’s total life.
It is said I won’t remember
The feelings of
Total responsibility.

That every movement thrills me,
How I’m scared of all I do
Should anything cause any harm to you.
The love which suffuses all thought
Could surely not be lost to me.
How can I possibly forget
You react to every mood,
Moving to my tone and colour.
Intimately part of me
As one, we are two together.
Until, at once, a violent act
Will tare us both asunder.

Least I forget, I feel it now
So I write down quickly
As memory begins to fade, Already!
It has been but seven hours
Since you emerged from within
And announced your presence in the world,
And yet the memory fails.



This was written shortly after Christopher was born