Poetry Can Make You Smile

Updated on January 16, 2018
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Titia has a broad interest in photography, poetry, family, art, dogs, cats, insects, wildlife, history, war, camping, writing, environment.

Orange peelings
Orange peelings | Source

My Daughter

While listening to you,
her hands are always busy.
She just ate an orange,
which you can tell
by the peelings
she left on the table.

Mouse nest in a box of books
Mouse nest in a box of books | Source

Home

It doesn't matter
where you build your home,
as long as you feel
comfortable and happy in it.

Tomcat Bram sleeping on the wood stove
Tomcat Bram sleeping on the wood stove | Source

Where Ever It Is Warm

Where ever it is warm,
Bram is on top of it.
So, even when it's burning,
on the antique stove he sits.

He will not burn his belly,
the upper half is for baking bread,
but once he jumped on the other stove
and I won't tell you what he said.

Crow's nest in the chimney
Crow's nest in the chimney | Source

Squeaking Sounds

Squeaking sounds|
fill the air.
Hidden from the human eye
they'll grow,
until one day
they'll fly away
and silence returns again.

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Haiku - The Old Toilet House

Packed in by a rose,
the old outdoor toilet house,
new scent takes over.

Speeding Duck flashed by radar
Speeding Duck flashed by radar | Source

First Duck Who Got a Speeding Ticket

Some early dawn a duck raced by,
he was in a hurry, but nobody knew why.
He was just doing his normal things,
flying that is, using both his wings.

No one would have noticed the duck,
but this day the duck was out of luck.
He flew in the way of a monitorline,
and became the first duck with a fine.

He surprised the men when they looked
to speedy cars, the radar had booked.
They saw a duck and no car anymore,
who should have flown fifty, not sixtyfour.

Love - in That Case - Would Be Really Blind

Once upon a time in late September,
I met this knight on horse, who was real sad.
It was cold and dark as I remember,
I asked him "Why?" He said: "I'm going mad".

"Step down your horse and tell me what is wrong,
I'll listen to your story my dear knight".
While he made camp, I made some coffee strong,
and we sat down at fire's flickering light.

He held his cup and gazed into the fire,
words came slowly when he began to speak,
"Ma'am, there is someone that I admire,
but every time we meet, my knees go weak.

Out my mouth comes nothing but a mumble
not like the tone in which I speak to you
It's like my body, to dust will crumble
I want it stopped, please tell me what to do"

I told him that he lacked of self esteem
That he should get a grip of his own mind
That his senses could be working like a team
and leave this insecurity behind

I told him he should speak like in a dream
because in dreams one can do anything
that he should kiss her under moonlight's beam
and bring a serenade if he could sing

He sighed and said "Sweet lady, you're too kind
not that your good advice I won't endorse
But love, in that case, would be really blind
The one that I admire………..is a horse"

© 2017 Titia Geertman

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      Titia Geertman 2 months ago from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands

      Hi Rochelle, thanks for your comment.

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      Rochelle Frank 2 months ago from California Gold Country

      Lots of fun, Titia! I especially like the cat on the woodstove. (Wish I could bake bread with mine.) Best of all was the Speeding Canard-- I wonder if they took away his pilots license?

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