Damien Poems - Poems about Damien

In his green anorak With a red bobble hat He was sat in the midday sun He was looking so glum Our dear teenage son Such a look on his face For the last place on earth He wanted to be Was a beach in the sun With his Dad and his Mum Our annual hols were just us three On the beloved Island of Jersey A...

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Damien Parer was an Australian cameraman Who went to war with the 2nd AIF in WW2 In the desert sands of Libya at Tobruk And Greek mountains he filmed the Australians But his best work was on the Kokoda Trail Where his “Kokoda Front Line!” won an Academy Award He went with the American Marines on Peleliu Island And was shot dead...

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Dare to be the weirdest, And the best friend I could ask for. My best friend is the coolest, I would never find you a bore. Even though we barely talk, No one will take our rock....

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He watches me with soulless eyes. His hands are cold as ice. His lips kisses my beating pulse. He knows what he actually wants. I never would fall for a demon's heart, for I've seen his darkest desire. Though I know he planned for this. for me to fall into his trap. His caress sends my body a flame. My heart fills up with...

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a man i know has come along reading all of my poetry. he talks to me for moral support. a man who is great at a sport. the sport i talk about is friendship you see. a strange to both you and me. if you're the stranger reading my post you are now a friend i will gladly be your host. when people...

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Silent and alone In this island church With Him, and Her, and Them, The bowl was boiling. I had to see the boils to know One Light, one foot with no feeling, Immersed in God's great chemistry, as One heart burns over the legion of Suffering pirates falling apart Like the petals of forsaken flowers, Into my spirit of fire,...

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Dark Prince rise, From your self-made tomb, Once again, I am ready to be consumed, Take half my wing, Give me half a horn, Brake my halo in two, Tonight, I am born. I need both sides to feed me life, But I must ask you kindly. Who am I? A seraph from above? Or a fiend with no love? The mundane thought is tearing me apart, In an insane...

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