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    Vacant House

    The old house stood on a small hill,
     All its occupants gone,
    Save some birds in the dark attic,
     From the eaves, comes their song.
    Many windows are broken out.
     Chipped away is the paint.
    There's a woman in the window,
     Her image - oh so faint.
    Spirits haunt the old broken house,
     It's said they come and go.
    From the visions that they give us,
     They lived here long ago.
    This used to be a busy home.
     Family frolicked about,
    Kids in the yard, Mom cooking meals,
     Laughter, sometimes a shout!
    It now is still, only the birds
     Enjoy its ambience,
    While in its walls, the spirits roam
     To stay its sad silence.


    Wares

    Can I sell you a little poem?
     The small ones cost a tear.
    The longer, more egregious ones
     Are: nightmares for a year.
    I have a tiny cheerful one
     I'll barter for a smile.
    Or one filled with just some whimsy,
     Fee: thinking just a while.
    And I have some silly nonsense,
     Worth a giggle or two.
    A few with some far deeper thoughts,
     Price: contemplation due.
    I bet I can embrace your style,
     Find one you might think wise.
    Just look inside, peruse awhile,
     There's one just for your eyes.


    Poet

    Did you ever write a verse?
     And was it difficult to do?
    Did you ever wish to say,
     In words unusually new,
    The many things from wise men's lips
     And make them born of you?
    I wish to write a lovely thought
     And fill it with wisdom too.
    But have no loveliness of which to think,
     And profound thoughts do not accrue.


    Shoes

    Sonnet bought herself some new shoes,
     The heels, six inches high,
    Thick puffs of feathers on the toes.
     "She's already tall," you cry,
    And she is thin and gangly too,
     She now looks extra tall.
    Wobbles with stilts up there so high,
     It seems like she will fall.

    Older Janet wears lower shoes,
     The heel just two inches.
    And they are one size larger now,
     The smaller size just pinches.
    But still they have a dainty flower
     That settles on the toe.
    Her second pair, two inches too,
     Has a small silver bow.

    Darlene, with years, grew heavier.
     Her shoes must now be flat.
    They're lovely ballet-like slippers.
     She'd wiggle as she sat.
    This pointed out slender ankles
     And made her feel demure,
    While keeping her stride some easier
     And balance more secure.

    Helen, with walker, moves slowly
     And has athletic shoes
    To firmly hold her to the turf,
     So balance she'll not loose.
    These shoes are not so feminine,
     So her neckline is down.
    She has large breasts that take your eyes.
     New focus she has found!

    Poor Betty, in her Roundabout,
     Came back to pretty shoes.
    She lost some pounds and goes around,
     New fashions she can choose.
    With new slender legs and ankles,
     She dresses oh so fine.
    And all the folks admire her clothes.
     Great shoes again - in time.


    Ships

    Carnival Cruise sailed for Santa Cruz
     With hundreds on her deck.
    They packed fine clothes, did not suppose
     This ship would ever wreck.
    Electronics are demonic
     And so things went amiss.
    The heat and lights went out at first,
     More failures did persist.
    The large ship floated aimlessly,
     Distressed folks on the deck.
    They couldn't bathe, or shave, or cook,
     Passengers were a wreck.
    No movies, fancy dining, and
     No bathroom trips were made.
    The ship stood still waiting there
     For help to come and aid.
    Meanwhile sad passengers lost hope,
     Vacation plans did fade.


    Sealing Wax

    When my dad sailed to India
     He brought me back a seal.
    My initial to press into wax,
     My letters to reveal
    The refined method of my mail,
     With sealing wax so fine.
    My own initial on the flap,
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