Remembrance 2 Gold
The Worried Doughnut 2 Gold
When Passion Dies 3 Gold
Poet Laureate 2 Gold
Our Loo 2 Gold
Pages of My Mind 2 Gold
When I Awake 2 Gold
Time for Closure 2 Gold
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My tiny child of three months, almost four / will never know the joy of daddy's kiss. / Such pain to think of all the things you'll miss /
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I can’t give to you an answer. / I don’t have a magic wand. / But my love will never waver / and I’m here to hold your hand. / / I want to31 lines, 7 comments, on May 3 5:04 PM 2007
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He stands in quiet contemplation,
as the evening shadows fall. -
We can learn so many lessons,
from the pets whose lives we share.19 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 19 8:28 AM 2007
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When was that final day, when dreams were wrapped in sulphured smoke
and Jack stoked up the boiler with his final spade of coke? -
Look closely at the early morning dew.
As day awakes it magically appears. -
(On top of Old Smokey)
Option 2 spoof of a song -
When asked why he’s looking so glum, a young man replied to his chum:
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Does age really matter, when you’re old and grey?
I find it rather fun to choose the age I’ll be today. -
An old year out - a new year in.
With good intentions; I’ll begin. -
Now, what have I forgotten.
I should have made a list.35 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 9 8:37 AM 2007
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I’m not feeling myself today;
I’m really not sure why. -
Sir, that sticker in your window,
seems to offer quite a deal;
but I see now what you’re playing with and it surely can’t be real. -
Ms Ladybird to-day you’re brought, / before this Judge to face the court. / It’s said while out and on the town, / you left your children a34 lines, 11 comments, on Jun 16 9:50 AM 2007. In Nursery Rhyme
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Things aren’t that bad Sir, surely not.
Won’t you come back inside? -
Who just turned on my butt light?
Who’s sneaking up behind? -
All is quiet, daybreak near.
I wait for you, only birds I hear.15 lines, 13 comments, on Apr 4 5:38 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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I'm doodling with my pen again, still thinking how your smile
just drifted through my memory and lingered for a while. -
If I were a literary expert, / and fond of sprouting words, / then my description of my name / may not sound too absurd. / passim: A textua19 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 14 2:19 PM 2007
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A poem should always grab you, from the start. / It needs to keep your reader wanting more. / If written with a passion, from the heart, / you’ll find the task comes easier than before. / Don’t sit with pen in ha
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Queen re-born adoring scene.
Scene of wonder, Fairy Queen; -
How will you be remembered?
Have you given this some thought? -
You lift me up so proudly,
my halo’s all a shine.19 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 5 1:24 PM 2007 -
I love my next door neighbours.
They’re a wonderful old pair. -
Shall I compare thee to a seat in Hell? / Thou art more ripened than the Grapes of Wrath. / I would not wish my foe this evil spell. / Each
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It’s just before the dawn when grey dreams fade,
my eyes adjust to focus on what’s real.20 lines, 29 comments, on Aug 12 6:09 PM 2007. In English Sonnet
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My sons have made this challenge,
and so this has to be,43 lines, 9 comments, on Mar 23 9:47 PM 2007. In Humour -
They say it’s not the winning, but the joy of taking part
and yet it really bugs me, when they’ve written at the start: -
Come with me, to the woods again, / in April sun and gentle rain. / Let’s listen to that soft refrain, / The fairy’s harp you’ll hear. / /
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A simple glance at nature should inspire
For now she tempts us in her Autumn dress. -
Will you step a little nearer.
said the doughnut to the bun. -
It’s time to look for closure; to put bygones in the past.
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A quiet place at last I’ve found They’ve placed me 6ft under ground.
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When Walter sadly passed away,
a meeting they did call. -
This world can find no sun now thou art gone.
The birds now mute, remember not their song. -
Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
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Come dance with me, my darling dear;
just like when we were young. -
A scene as though an angel’s breath
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How silent is the night when I can’t sleep, / and thoughts retrace the paths of yesteryear. / Sometimes an uphill climb, forever steep, / I
