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There Is Something You Should Know

THERE'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW,
SHE WHISPERED IN HIS EAR,
THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU
I HOLD MOST DEAR 
WE THINK AND ACT AS ONE
FIRE AND ICE TOGETHER.
THE BOND WE HAVE WILL SURELY LAST FOREVER.
WE LIVED FOR LOVE, AND LOVED TO LIVE,
GIVING ALL WE HAD TO GIVE.
ME FOR YOU, AND YOU FOR ME,
THERE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE.
THE DREAMS WE SHARED,
KNOWING EACH ONE CARED.
NEAR AT HAND, OR FAR APART,
EACH HOLDING THE OTHERS HEART.
ONE HEART, ONE SOUL,
TWO HALVES, ONE WHOLE.
THERE'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW,
SHE WHISPERED IN HIS EAR.
I'M NOT REALLY HERE.

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A Fishy Tale

One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.

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The Voice Inside My Head

Sitting in my lonely room,
And staring at the walls.
I start a conversation,
With the voice inside my head.

The thoughts running through my mind,
Idea's that are really strange.
Are they mine or are they
The voice inside my head.

Angel or demon I wish I knew,
There is nowhere I can hide,
It's with me all the time.
The voice inside my head.

Always there that constant chatter,
That's giving me no peace,
It's always with me.
The voice inside my head.

Morning, noon and night,
There's never peace for me.
I wish it would go away.
The voice inside my head.

Doctors say they'll help me,
The tablets that I take,
But I know it's still there.
The voice inside my head.
 
It's just a little whisper now,
It seems so far away,
But it still haunts me.
The voice inside my head,

It's all gone quiet now,
And at last I get some peace.
I just don't want it back.
The voice inside my head.

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The Poet's Dilema

By a bug I have been bitten,
The page is blank, words unwritten.
It's a poem I wish to write,
And get the words just right.
What to write is yet unknown,
But that seed has been sown.

Love, life, joy or fear,
What to write is yet unclear.
With pen in hand I sit and wonder,
where to start I still ponder.
How to make this poem rhyme,
And to get the words right this time.

Still blank, the page stares back,
Inspiration is what I lack.
In my mind no words stand ready,
For a verse that's light and heady.
it doesn't matter what I try,
Maybe the muse has passed me by.

Round and round, the words they tumble,
As for that prhrase I fumble.
Bleary eye's and aching head,
I think my brain is dead.
Enough's enough I cry in pain,
I wont try this again.

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Listen

Stop a while and listen
To the earth as it breathes.
Take the time to wonder
At the miracle of life.
Walk quietly through the world
As the wise man doe's
For he will see it's beauty.
Only the fool will rant and rave
Blind to what he sees
And deaf to the voice of love.
Let the gentle breeze
Cool a fevered brow
And gentle rain,
Soothe a worried soul.

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Poor Tommy

HERE'S A LITTLE STORY, A STRANGE TALE BUT TRUE
ABOUT A BOY NAMED TOMMY, AND THE THINGS HE HAD TO DO.
THOUGH ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD,HE ROSE BEFORE THE SUN,
AND OFF HE WENT UNTIL HIS WORKING DAY WAS DONE.

WINTER,SUMMER,RAIN OR SNOW
OFF TO WORK TOMMY WOULD GO.
DOWN THE LANE TO THE FACTORY TOMMY SPED
WITH HIS DAILY FOOD,A CRUST OF BREAD.

TO THE SHED WHERE LOOMS STAND PROUD,
THE DUST IS FLYING, THE CLATTER LOUD,
BENEATH THE LOOMS WEE TOMMY TOILS
AND THE BEARINGS TOMMY OILS.


BACK AND FORTH THE SHUTTLE FLIES,
DROWNING OUT POOR TOMMY'S CRIES
THERE HE LIES IN THE DUST AND DIRT
BLOOD SOAKING HIS RAGGED SHIRT.

WHO WILL MOURN THIS POOR LOST SOUL,
AS THEY PLACE HIM IN THE HOLE.
BENEATH THE SOIL POOR TOMMY SLEEPS,
HIS MOTHER THE ONLY ONE THAT WEEPS.

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Life

SUNLIGHT THAT SHATTERS ON RIPPLING STREAMS,
LIKE A THOUSAND BROKEN DREAMS.
A WHIRLPOOL SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND,
A MOUTH THATS OPEN BUT NEVER A SOUND.
THE GENTLE BREEZE THAT SHAKES THE LEAVES,
A WANDERING SOUL THAT NO ONE GRIEVES.


CARES AND TROUBLES IN OUR WAY,
JUST LIKE RAIN ON A SUMMERS DAY.
ALL THE PLANS THAT GO AWRY,
THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO SIT AND CRY.
CARES AND WORRIES THAT DO ABOUND,
IS THERE A SOLUTION TO BE FOUND.

BUT, STOP A WHILE, LOOK AROUND,
AND KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND.
SUNLIGHT STREAMING THROUGH A WINDOW BRIGHT,
SHOW US THINGS IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT.
LIFE IS CRAZY, LIFE IS MAD,
BUT, AFTER ALL IT'S NOT THAT BAD.

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I Am

I am the gentle breeze,
That whispers through the trees.
I am that meagre light,
That glimmer in the night.
I am a prayer softly spoken,
I am a vow that's never broken.
I am the future and the past,
I am the first and the last.
I am there when you're in need,
I am the wish, not the deed.
When you think all is gone,
I'll be there to help you on.
Where you go, I go too,
Always there to see you through.
When you reach that downhill slope,
Then I am there, for I am hope.

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Judgement

Who are we to judge another
One we call sister or brother
Rich or poor, fat or thin
We're the same beneath the skin
From the truth we turn and flee
Seeing what want to see
We turn from those in need
Thinking only of selfish greed
Are we so self invested
Ignoring those that are sorely tested
What cost a kindly word
That's so seldom heard
But, what if roles reverse
Do we stand and curse?
Do we beg and plead
For the help we need?
Are we normal, are we sane?
A question asked again and again.

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I Will

I Will

For those of you cannot speak,
I will be the voice you seek.
For those of you who cannot hear,
I will be forever near.
For those of you who cannot see,
By your side I will always be.

For those of you who have gone astray,
I'll be there to show the way.
For those whose day is dark as night
I'll be there a guiding light.
For those who shed such bitter tears,
I,ll be there to quell your fears.

For those of you who are feeling sad,
I'll be there to make you glad.
For those of you who need to cry,
I'll be there to wipe them dry.
If for you the day is black,
I'll be there to bring you back.