Poetry Treasures - Volume Three and Four

By Debbie Brewer

Poetry Treasures Volume Three and Four is a collection of delightful poems that everyone can enjoy. Some funny, Some sad, and all thought provoking. A wonderful gift.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780244429362

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Poetry Treasures - Volumes Three & Four

Poems by

Debbie Brewer

Prologue

Dear reader and poetry lover.

These littles rhymes were inspired by the world around us.

I hope these poems are so much more than just rhyming ditties,

inviting even the least poetic of us to take enjoyment from these pages.

Bluebells in the springtime

Brown leaves in the fall

A summer full of roses

Winter snow upon the wall

Seasons ever turning

Never will they slow

Thank each new day you’re blessed with

And each new one yet to know

Acknowledgements

With thanks to my mother for passing on her rhyming flair,

my father for his great spelling and grammar genes,

and my husband for his patience when I am in my poetic zone

Dedicated to my children, Ben and Samantha

Volume Three

Friday 13th

Friday 13th, unlucky for some

Weird superstitions are scary

They reckon that anything odd can go wrong

So please do attempt to be wary.

Glance out of the window and see a black cat

Bad omens have started already

Then under a ladder you fatefully step

Get a grip now, just keep your mind steady.

The salt has been spilt as I’m eating my lunch

Which shoulder has it got to go?

I’m panicking now, I remember not

So over both shoulders I throw.

Don’t break a mirror or unhappy times

Will be with you for seven years long

Open an umbrella while still indoors

And something will surely go wrong.

I’m not superstitious, at least that’s what I say

But bad luck please don’t rain on me

So just in case there’s truth in this fateful day

I’ll tackle my day carefully!

Velvet

When the world’s a whirling whirlpool, pace of life is just too fast

You yearn to find yourself a space where chaotic noise is sparse

When all around you bustles and your mind is frantic clutter

The voices in your head won’t cease, a constant background mutter

You struggle to breathe slowly but an ache stays in your head

And people near you need to keep their endless questions fed

Your heartbeat feels unsteady, pulsing loud and slightly fast

Your breathing rate