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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Pretend
Girl my heart to you's an open book
if you say you love me take a look
there's no need to wonder why
this heart is open wide
if you don't love me then
for my sake please
pretend
I will cherish you forevermore
you to me are heaven's open door
see the tears upon my face
are only there in case
of joy or emptiness
for my sake please
pretend
Girl there's one thing that I'm certain of
this feeling deep inside just cant be wrong
tell me that you feel it too
please say your love is true
and I'm more than a friend
if not then please
pretend.
Charles M. Moore
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Sacre Bleu
I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!
Then on and on she had to go
like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat
screaming that she is too fat
up and down
she paced a beat
grinding teeth and stamping feet
then she grabbed her coat and hat
and stormed out of the door like that
So much for tea at Sacre Bleu
I just enquired
one lump or two.
Charles M. Moore
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Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
I feel so alone
and sit with a sad lonely heart
I wish you were here
to wipe off my tears
and bring all my happiness back
I felt quite bright
when we parted that night
I counted the minutes and hours
then you called through a friend
why pretend, it's the end.
'You bitch', ' I spent a fortune on you'.
Charles M. Moore
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The Easter Parade.
We all came along to the Easter parade
The girls with their bonnets and men with their plaids
And the children with baskets of chocolate eggs
And mothers home cooking for a family spread
We walked to the field where the old hayloft stands
With music being played by The Pioneer Band
Where granma and granpa caught many a glance
Blazing a trail at the festival dance
And the pie competition was drama indeed
As the judge said the winner was his little niece
And the Reverend stepped in to calm down all the fuss
Today is for Jesus, Not pies, And not us
Young men being boisterous sought some attention
From girls who quite simply just wanted affection
And avoiding their mothers, slipped quietly away
for the first teenage kiss of the Easter parade.
Charles M. Moore
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