My Poems

I Weight To Be Thin

Thin child you are
always sad
long walks alone
Mothers weighty
Eats nothing but salads
Don’t sit at table
Too jealous of child
It gets colder with age
Skinny since birth
long walks away from home
Time changes nothing
Gets bigger each year
still trying to lose weight
Eat salad, stay home, don’t run
No new dresses

Author Eileen Clark

This is NOT about me, just trying my hand at Fusion poetry, not sure I like it.

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My Poems

Staying On The Train

I can't believe what I'm hearing though no doubt it's true                                             When I should expect the next train to be coming through                                                 Putting trust in the letters you wrote to me this past year                                             I traveled hundreds of miles with not an ounce of fear

Trying not to panic even though I don't see you waiting for me                 Dare I get off this train or stay on so I can return home safely             Perhaps you were just a little late getting out your front door                Giving it extra thought, we should have corresponded more

I think I let this go a bit to far, I must be insane                                               Going back to reality and stay put on this train                                                             Having no friends or family living in this little town                                                 The chance after seeing me, you might turn me down

Just when I've decided to stay on the train I hear someone shout    
Hey pretty lady I'm happy you came, seeing you gives me no doubt 
A love can grow strong and lasting if only at first through the mail 
At last your here, brought to me by train over many miles of rails

Author Eileen Clark 2023

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My Paintings

Autumn

When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year. 

Charlotte L. Riser

October Eastern Gray Squirrel in Redbud Tree is a painting by Susan A Walton which was uploaded on September 29th, 2011. This is a painting of a pause in the action of a working squirrel’s life. It is clinging to a redbud tree, a small tree common in the Midwest and… more 

My Paintings

Make October Last

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Fall is the most beautiful time of the year
The October air is crisp and remarkably clear 
Perfect for long walks on dirt country roads
Easing your mind from troublesome loads

Someone raked up a huge pile of leaves
Right in there front yard, what a big tease
I would gladly jump in if someone insists
Even an adult would find it hard to resist

I try to spend some time outside every single day
One windy night could blow all the leaves away
If I had my druthers I would fill my life with cheer
By making October be the twelve months in a year

Author Eileen Clark 2022