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Snapshots of my childhood.
40 lines, 17 comments,
on Mar 5 7:57 AM 2007. In memories
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I’ve inherited a treasured book,
with quite a history too.
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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 to
31 lines, 7 comments,
on May 3 5:04 PM 2007
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Last night I saw a shooting star. It blazed across the skies.
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on Mar 21 8:39 AM 2007
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Do our words provide for shelter? / Do our tears put food on plates? / When we read our Sunday Papers, / are we saying “It’s too late” / /
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Another Summer passes, Autumn too
The leaves seem anxious now to leave the tree
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He stands in quiet contemplation,
as the evening shadows fall.
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The old man thinks of days of youth
when he was free from pain.
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How many hours are wasted every day?
How many days slip easily to years?
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Look closely at the morning dew,
that magically appears
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As winter lingers; colours drab,
ice fingers pick at frozen scab.
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It’s Flora’s Day, in Spring. It’s time to choose The Mayday Queen.
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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.
23 lines, 33 comments,
on Sep 28 3:55 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Life
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Just a ten minute poem, written while I was cooking tonights dinner at the same time as thinking about dusting my bedroom.
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Memories winding through my mind
of childhood days when words were kind.
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Her perfume lingers, like her smile. My every thought she’ll claim.
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on Mar 25 2:08 PM 2007
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You look away, and shake your head.
But it’s me that you see at the foot of your bed.
30 lines, 35 comments,
on Mar 5 11:05 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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I keep your rose. I cannot show you, because your eyes no-longer see.
17 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 3 3:24 PM 2007
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When lying in my bed at night,
I find it hard to sleep.
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In Merrion’s Wood I love to walk,
Such peaceful thoughts it brings.
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Why don’t you still love me?
Why do you treat me this way?
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on Mar 14 1:13 PM 2007. In Love, Humour
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If I were you and you were me,
if we could swap for a day would it help us to see?
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on Mar 7 6:47 AM 2007. In prejudice
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All is quiet, daybreak near. I wait for you, only birds I hear.
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on Apr 4 5:38 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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How will you be remembered?
Have you given this some thought?
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You gave me flowers to-day. To help dry my tears?
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A shadow casts across a closing sky
where crowds will meet to bid the night good-bye.
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So many poppies all around. / Each one a cross on hallowed ground. / So many lost and never found. / A young life in a grave. / / So many
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Imagine now, a boy named John;
inspired by love, his words live on,
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Take my hand, I promise you, / I’ll never let it go. / I’ll take you to a special place, / where tender orchids grow. / In forest glades, o
19 lines, 18 comments,
on Mar 23 5:16 PM 2007. In Love
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Do I sit and think of where I’ve been
or do I look into the future, at the tracks
12 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 8 8:52 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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She started on life’s journey
full of hope of what might be.
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You gave me something special. / It was something just for me. / I keep it safely locked away. / I have the only key. / / But when I’m fee
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Oh foolish eyes, why dost thou search in vain? / Her laughter ringing still, tormenting ears. / Each second strives to pierce my empty vein
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The Last Waltz
I play that same old music yet again,
18 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 12 3:38 PM 2007. In Lost love
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To see once more the lily fields and smell their gentle breeze,
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This landscape that our eyes admire;
the pastures green and woodlands tall,
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It’s time to look for closure;
to put bygones in the past.
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I always find that my thoughts flit about when I am travelling alone. Suddenly you come back to reality and wonder if you have missed your
23 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 23 12:44 PM 2007
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She sits before her mirror, and slowly combs her hair.
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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
17 lines, 34 comments,
on Jun 7 6:55 PM 2007. In Life, Sonnet
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