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Ballard Poems - Poems about Ballard


Love and Loss

Oh, the ballad of love and loss
A tale that's oft been told
Of hearts that break and love that's lost
Leaves a heavy weight on one's soul

Once, I loved a fair maiden
Her beauty like the morning sun
But she left me, without warning
And my heart was undone

I wander now, through fields and forests
Searching for what I've lost
But she's
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Categories: ballard, beauty, heart, lost, love,
Form: Ballad

Graeme Ballard

Graeme’s hero is Steven Gerrard, 
That Liverpool and LA football player,
And has Cerebral Palsy. It was hard, 
‘Cos doctors said he’d never blether. 

He was prematurely delivered 1979,
But can now lift 3x his body weight.
For his 8th birthday his parents fine,
Bought him a horse, sports to date.

He studied at Beaumont College, 
In Lancaster, where he
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Categories: ballard, body, health, motivation, race,
Form: Quatrain



Alcoholics Ballard

A bitter and twisted tale to follow,
everyday the same as tommorw,
same old madness that will follow,
empty dreams and a heart that's hollow.

Ill begin each day the usual way,
look in the mirror and see decay,
a hopeless soul is what they say,
still dressed in the clothes of yesterday.

I sit on my bed with no real plans,
except for
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Categories: ballard, natural disasters, sad, life,
Form: Ballad

Ballard of Maggie Rose

Now,Maggie ran a boarding
               house,or so the story goes;
           And all those that knew her,
                called
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Categories: ballard, devotion, love, mystery,
Form: Ballad

South Mumbai #1 : Morning Thoughts On Ballard Pier

Not the sleek modern skyscrapers
Fragile, slim, standing tall
Catwalk queens of present times

But squat, imposing, solid built
Dowagers of a bygone age!

Forgotten memorials
Screaming, unheard, unseen
Proclaim of valor 
In faded wars.

Winged griffins,
Gargoyles, Gods, Goddesses
Look down and stare
Mute remnants of majesty.
Verily Ozymandias comes to mind.

The lanes littered
With the birds, the bees and the beasts,
Kids both biped and quad
Suck hungrily
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Categories: ballard, places, social, , memorial,
Form: I do not know?




Book: Reflection on the Important Things