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The Lollipop Lady of Bellingham Square
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The Lollipop Lady of Bellingham Square |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
The lollipop lady of Bellingham Square Was found hanged in her garden today They said no one knew just how long she'd been there Cause of death is too early to say She spent all her days in a wandering haze Handing sweets to the kiddies in town You could tell from her face she'd seen better days No one knew what had brought her down As the gruesome news flashed all over the place neighbors stood in the streets just to stare Hoping for glimpses of her sad stricken face And a tidbit of gossip to share She handed out treats to all those who would smile As she walked round the town every day Always dressed like a dowd in yesterday's style She perfected the 'crazy' sashay. Some men cleaned her house and then shut it up tight She was buried her without any prayer So it's left up to me to sing the sad plight Of the lollipop lady of Bellingham Square |
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Pseudonym New Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 5Both Here And There, It's Not So Hard |
Too, too often we see such, without taking a moment to smile, recognize, let alone touch. We of the words flowing so fast, how is it we share none, with so many people pass. Excellent point "Dreams are life pending, made real by our faith, love and belief." |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Excellent tribute. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I'm from a small town and I think very one has someone like this......a different approach to life's cares with a sadness that is distant and not easily accessible. I commend you on the compassion displayed in this piece as you once again see through the eyes of a poet....... Sing that song straight from the bottom of your heart and make sure it reaches the stars where the angels listen! Take care and keep your pen in hand. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
What Julian said  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is actually written from a story I saw on an English 'news' site. The title "Lollipop Lady found hanged" got to me.. and I wrote this... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
you tell these stories so well. . . it amazes me everytime I read them. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
Brava!! How tender to have a memorial to someone who was wandering life alone, wanting only a smile...having to purchase one. Her life will now be written in the pages of who we are... theLadypoet |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
It takes so little to give someone the dignity they deserve, and you said so much about her in such a short poem. A wonderful "story" or "tribute" either way this was excellent. ~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them ~*~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PoetdeVine~ The lilting title alone was worth the read. The story ... touching. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Lollipop Lady’s Domain The old wood stove was cold to touch, Broken furniture forms a pile of wood, Some of it remains intact, but not much. The stool for sitting last standing upon, Now tipped into the scattered sugar bags, Dozens of empties, sweetness all is gone. On the floor collected bits of paper, Clippings from years gone by and days long done, Children’s pictures all windows do cover, Letting in a bit of light, but not much. Twisted paper sticks in the mold prepared, Waiting for the hot sweet liquid to touch. In a frame on the wall is a picture Of a happier time it does capture. Gloom Hope you don't mind, thought I write a sort of sequel. Just a look into the place she was to find out a little more of whom she was. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
loved it ms Devine...nicely done.. ~Victoria~
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
A fine piece...I especially agree with ethome's response. |
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