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Random Thoughts of Sheila White

The works and random thoughts of Sheila White. My nanna, Sheila White, was quite an accomplished lady in her own way, yet all that remains are fading memories, and as the days pass into years, into decades, more and more are lost, forever. These poems have sat forgotten on my...

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Sheila White : Lament for Childhood

Lament for Childhood Sweet mystery of life, you are no more, You did not enthral, as in the days of yore. But Modern World, this I cannot pardon, You crushed the mystery in Kindergarten. Children’s minds were never meant to cope With mystery of such tremendous scope. How would Modern...

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Sheila White : The 1985 Man

The 1985 Man Technology strides on ahead, But man is dropping behind. His social graces will soon be Of Neanderthal mankind. Chivalry is a redundant word, Gentle manners are taboo, From the steam and swamp of the jungle, Modern man takes his cue. Jaws of the predator open wide, To...

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Sheila White : Experience

Experience It shines in the eyes of the care-worn face, Experience It cannot be hidden by cosmetic grace Experience. In the eyes of the good man, it quietly beams, In the eyes of the bad man, it wickedly gleams Experience It can never be hidden, it reveals itself Unbidden Experience...

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Sheila White : The Horsemen

The Horsemen The first horseman goes riding by "WAR, to the death" is the common cry, Innocents in a bloodbath lie, But the horseman rides on by. The second horseman comes into view, FAMINE blazoned in scarlet hue, "God have mercy" is the cry, But the second horseman rides on...

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Sheila White : Mistakes of Yesterday

Mistakes of Yesterday Four nice young men went out To America for the season, Fame and fortune they soon earned, I fail to see the reason. Why four nice young men came back As different as chalk from cheeses, If fame and fortune can do that, It hurts more than...

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Sheila White : Glamorous Woman of Yesteryear

Glamorous Woman of Yesteryear Glamorous woman in satin and lace, That an enchanting pose, I cannot resist the beautiful face, Enhanced by glamorous clothes. One silky shoulder is rising above A diaphanous billow of lace Enough to intrigue, but not to detract From a vision of beauty and grace. Her...

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Sheila White : Requiem for Freedom

Requiem for Freedom God made me white, but this I must not say, Such words are taboo in the world today. God made him brown, but this I must not see, My country does not expect this of me. God made him black, but this I must deny, Must I...

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Sheila White : Spirit of England

Spirit of England They called her "Merrie England" In the lively days of old, Though her summers were as dreary, And the winters were as cold. The spirit of her people Was hearty, bright and gay, It never daunted, never waned, Like the spirit of today. Oh spirit of modern...

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