Poem (Illustrated) - Single Bed

Single Bed

I like a single bed

It’s good enough for me

It holds a single dreamer

It’s not for two or three

I like a single bed

It’s narrow and austere

But sometimes falling out

Is something that I fear

Bed, bed

My single bed

The very best place

To lay down my head.

I like a single bed

It’s sheets are rather small

When I need to buy them

I find them at the mall.

I like a single bed

I fit in cozily

It’s easy to climb out of

When I have to pee.

Bed, bed

My single bed

The very best place

To lay down my head.

I like a single bed

I fit from side to side

In a space so tiny

Nothing else can hide.

I like a single bed

It suits the childlike me

Some nights it’s a sailboat

Tossing on the sea.

Bed, bed

My single bed

The very best place

To lay down my head.

I like a single bed

It’s big enough to hold

A single fluffy pillow

And comforters untold.

I like a single bed

It deserves an applaud

There’s naught I hold against it

Does this make me odd?

                      - Ava Darling



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Poem (Illustrated) - Ava's Lament

Ava's Lament

Gone are the places where once I did roam

Gone is the laneway beside my old home

Gone are the night times of silence and dark

Gone are our picnics in Wellington Park.

Gone are my neighbours, my family, my friends

Gone are the summers that seemed without end

Gone are the whispers that swept through the trees

Gone are the children who went were they pleased.

Gone are the shorelines stretching for miles

Gone is the harvest heaped up in great piles

Gone are the days when dogs were not tied

Gone is the horse upon which I did ride.

Gone is the schoolhouse with rooms one and two

Gone are the boots that fit over our shoes

Gone is the farmer who slaughtered his pigs

Gone is the barn dance and gone are the jigs.

Gone is the girl with the penny bright eyes

Gone are the sayings that once were deemed wise

Gone are the men folk who stood over me

Gone is the time when admission was free

Gone are the fields in which nothing was built

Gone are the gatherings for stitching a quilt

Gone are the cellars full of bottles and jars

Gone is the age for wishing on stars.

                            - Ava Darling

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Poem (Illustrated) - Jump



Jump

When the car is crashing

If the house should burn

As the bomb is bursting

When the wheel doth turn.

When you see it coming

If the earth should crack

As the walls are tumbling

When the cards are stacked.

Jump, jump

Give a great jump

Gather your courage

And play your last  trump.

Jump, jump

When your moment draws nigh

Don’t be caught sleeping

When your time comes to fly.

When the angel’s singing

If the lightening strikes

As the arrow’s nocking

When flood o’rcomes the dyke.

When the sky is falling

If the plane goes down

As your breath is slowing

When the toll doth sound.

Jump, jump

Give a great jump

Gather your courage

And play your last  trump.

Jump, jump

When your moment draws nigh

Don’t be caught sleeping

When your time comes to fly.

When the axe is lowering

If there’s noxious fumes

As the cloud is shrooming

When there’s no more room.

When you have the knowing

If a funnel twists the air

As the crow is cawing

When the reaper stares.

Jump, jump

Give a great jump

Gather your courage

And play your last  trump.

Jump, jump

When your moment draws nigh

Don’t be caught sleeping

When your time comes to fly.

When the signs are pointing

If Peter makes the call

As the knife is plunging

When you see beyond the wall.

When your heart is longing

If the light appears

As the monks are chanting

When you face your fears.

Jump, jump

Give a great jump

Gather your courage

And play your last  trump.

Jump, jump

When your moment draws nigh

Don’t be caught sleeping

When your time comes to fly.

                       
                           - by Ava Darling

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