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Best Poems Written by Ioana Thornburn-Winsor

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Life In a Fishbowl

Who are we?

Swimming in this fishbowl forever
Never looking beyond our world, never

Simply swimming in a fishbowl
Together, one and all

But look out that glass window
Swim away you’re free to go

So little fish, what do you want to be?
Swim little fish there’s the whole world to see

Your fate lies out there, this journey’s through
So swim little fish, there’s a world out there too.

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The Battle of Hastings

The cold wind north, fate took its course
As fate is fain to do
For kings fall down, that bloody crown!
And still the eagle flew.

The time had come, to cross the chasm
To stop the king untrue.
From France to Wales, through storms and gales,
And still the eagle flew.

They manned the sails ere sun grew pale
For twas a hardy crew
With thousand score of men aboard 
And still the eagle flew.

Men grew weary, sea was dreary
Til land was within view 
They were ready, swords a - steady
And still the eagle flew.

In days of yore, upon the shore,
Both silent and subdued
For who says aught afore they fought
And still the eagle flew.

The marched o’er peaks til days were weeks 
The Normans, they all knew 
It would be soon, before next moon
And still the eagle flew.

In foreign land they must withstand,
With death to pay their due.
From the forest, the battle crest!
And still the eagle flew.

To conquer all, Harold will fall!
The Normans marched on through, 
Ready to kill on Senlac Hill
And still the eagle flew.

While juggling swords, he sang the words
Of Roland brave and true.
Twas Taillefer, the jester fair
And still the eagle flew.

Dead soldier there by Taillefer
Then Harold’s soldiers slew
The jester’s head, first Norman dead
And still the eagle flew.

Then time seemed froze, no swords nor blows
But blood would fall anew,
As fights broke out, with gore throughout
And still the eagle flew.

Then time resumed, all men were doomed
For such is war I knew.
Swords were flashing, knights were clashing
And still the eagle flew.

The Normans won, the battle done,
The mighty King they slew,
That great Harold, that king so bold.
And still the eagle flew.

The conqueror, the saviour
Twas William, king anew,
Upon the throne, Britain his own
For now his eagle flew.
 
The eagle flew with doves unto
That field of gore wasting
For thus ended that “noble” deed,
The Battle of Hastings.

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Crowded Loneliness

Walking down a lonely road 
Melody inside my head echoed  
Passing by all sorts of people, 
People passing by me, so strange yet simple 
  
Imagine all the people walking by, 
Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky 
Yet one of those people might know a secret, 
One that you can't see, like a ghost or a spirit

Try going through this magic window 
A window of light with curtain of shadow
The miracle of looking beyond the obvious 
A land in your mind where creation is countless  

Moving by and moving through
What's the difference? I don't know.

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Macbeth

Now thy battle’s won and thy traitor slain.
The good King’s son is princely heir anew 
And honor is due to the worthy Thane.
Beware, for envy oft forgets virtue.

The trusting master visits loyalty
Alas! False friend is he, we are to learn
Treasonous betrayal we are to see
Glory dies young whilst thy greed is eterne.

Power, that corrupt foe, brought greed and hate
And whispered in thine ear of blood and death
For three weird sisters vowed he would be great.
Blood will flow from the dagger of Macbeth.

Think not upon’t else the heart will grow cold
For death is the end of such tales of old.

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The Scream

A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.

The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?

The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
	
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.

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A Not In Love Poem

Could I prefer thee to a bummer day?
You have less love and belong in a crate.
You drink my darling Bud, to my dismay
Your house’s lease hath all too long a date.

Often time I, so hot, from heaven shine,
And my gold complexion is never dim;
My every hair, so fair, never declines,
By scissors, or the barber’s ugly trim.

But thy infernal winter cannot fade
Nor lose possession, for no fair thou ow'st;
I wish death brags thou wand'rest in his shade,
So to be honest, well, you know you’re gross. 

So long as men can gag and eyes can’t see,
So long lives this, fingers-crossed it kills thee

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Albatross

With wings spread wide, above the tide
He soared amongst the clouds
The sea breeze blew and there he flew,
The mighty albatross

He flew to meet an ancient ship
The ice it could not cross
Save noble bird, the saviour
The mighty albatross

The ice began to melt away
The path ahead to cross
A good luck charm, to bring no harm, 
The mighty albatross

He spent his days among the crew
Yet fate is but chaos
His days were numbered, very few
The mighty albatross

For then an ancient mariner
An arrow shot across
And thus he fell unto the waves,
The mighty albatross

And as he fell, he cried aloud
While flapping in despair
What foe is this to go and kill
The mighty albatross?

Did I you harm, your good luck charm
From spirits wild of storms
I saved you all, and now I fall
The mighty albatross

Well hear you this, the curse is his
Doom, despair and chaos
And though you’ll try, you will not die
Said mighty albatross

And then the ancient mariner
Unsure he won or lost
His crewmates stared, for he had snared
The mighty albatross

The fog and mist began to lift 
But wind nor rain blew cross
For he now wore around his neck
The mighty albatross
Passed nights and days unsure of life
Full of regret, pathos
But not enough to bring to life
The mighty albatross

The sprites who judged the mariner
Had learned what he had lost
The curse began to fade away
Oh mighty albatross

He’s learned of life, so full of strife
A wiser man is he
Through fog he found the light of truth
And passed it on to me.

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Neverland

Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!

And  must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?

And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.

But perhaps it’s the home of fairies 
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair

And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.

And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.

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The End Is Far

Thus it began, the end - the end of all
For such is life it's said: a road of love
But love is frail, weakening til you fall
And death that wicked foe comes from above

The beginning ends, the end must begin
For that is life you know: a winding road
With twists and turns, littered mistakes and sins
But where is hope to lighten any load

The end ends happily ever after
For life is but a fairy tale you know
Full of tears and sobs – with smiles and laughter
Live your life - the end is far – death will go

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Journeys

I think it’s best to stay he said
And sail the ocean blue
To find and seek that tale unread
Before we lose that too

To see the world with men and beasts
Then turn and shake my head
To wonder why we drink and feast
When each day we might be dead

For a candle will be blown
And my will will bend
Away all life is flown,
For this? This is the end.