Best Col Poems
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
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
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H I G H
P A S S
S N O W
L I N E
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
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