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My Uncle Col

My uncle Col, i would like to point out
\                that i have an idea whats going about
                 in your head and heart that you have gap
                 that`s a continuous running,just like a tap

                But i really hope that you can see
                that family love will always be
                there if ever you need it most 
                although you have son`s and grandchildren to boast
    
                And all that you need when you look above
                clasp your hands together,and you will have love
                `cos Margret will always be looking down
                to lift up your spirits your mood and your frown 


                                R.I.P AUNTY MARGRET X

Col

Partners of fame

 hold me to the same
\sane and not sad
happy and not sad
happy and not mad
noble and in trouble
cursed and refused
bursting trying to get out
sent by all the romans
people we let out



kaleidoscope of memories
cast to referees

leaving the ground untamed like a tiger
the jackal launches out in all attire
talons of a hawk
sight and hearing
left outside retrieving
and destiny is the way of the face 
of grace 
praises of matter broken days after
in a problem all solved
dissolve the solution
cleaned with the pollution
father the phantom
the ghost in the air
they gives me shivers
when im going down the stairs
the hairs of my arms
start to raise in alarm
that something or someone
may be there unaware
                                       PLC div

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Col the Coal Collector and His Grandpa

Col was a happy boy who had a special creed
He seriously collected coal in his hobby makers deed
And he kept his best ones in his back pack
For he liked the way they rattled carried on his back

Finding the best bits made him so very happy
Especially how the sunshine made them black and very shiny
Then YouTube told him how to make a diamond treasure 
As coal would change to diamond under a bit of pressure

So when he next visited his grandpa
He took his two oldest bits of coal from his jar
And he asked his grandpa if they could try 
To make a diamond from his coal in his vice bolted up on high

So they went out to the shed and selected a coal bit
And placed it in the vice slowly turning it
Until the pressure on the coal became quite tight
As the vice was turned and turned with all of Grandpa’s might

Col heard the crunch and clapped in happiness and glee
Hoping to see a diamond where piece of coal used to be
And so when grandpa opened the vice undone
He saw something glinting so nicely in the sun 

Grandpa picked up what sparkled in the sun
And held it up for Col to see that they had won
For there was some grandpa  magic that day
As Col kept his diamond from grandpa with his smile to stay.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Lt Col Jack

Sixty years since i saw him
But he suddenly came to mind
A quiet sense of humour
Of the mischievous kind
A pleasant disposition
Except when crossed
Then very soon to remind
Who was in fact the  boss.

An unlikely friendship because
We were years and ranks apart
But somehow i could never
Take the Army thing to heart
A square pegged soldier
Never quite fitting in 
Leading this charmed life
Of undiscovered sin.

Always respectful of rank
When together on base  
Down in the pub at night
Near equals face to face.
I, of course left
He carried on
I only found out
Long after he was gone

He achieved senior rank
Became very well respected
I suppose on reflection 
Only what was expected.
I wonder if he ever remembered
His disrespectful boozing mate
And how we both reassumed rank
As we passed the barracks gate

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