Purpose Built Poems - Poems about Purpose Built

... I am but one now, and not another prior Never before have I trodden this path Never before have I lived this hour I need not do the history or the math If my history consisted of endless da......

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...If in doubt about what to do, Start up yet another charity, And ask donors to use their credit cards, That should ease a conscience or two. If in doubt about what to do, Build an even bigger s......

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...In, a myriad of cackling voices, the happy shone, sprinkled the day, left me with joy full in my head. It was, the time back tracked, the feeling you get surrounded. And everything once was !......

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...Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment. And, pondering on the empty space ! Don't ever say, the visual became clear as the silver dropped, to the deep floor ......

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...A huff and puff brittle wall created out of receding grains of hopeless sinking sand Purpose built to keep standing tall protecting the meek Something in Or Something out When p......

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...I stumbled on a hovel in the woods Dug in a foothill roofed with mossy shakes. Inside, its furthest wall was made of stones Piled high to make a chimney and a hearth. Two stovepipes served as dra......

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...Our New Home There is a rainbow over the stadium, Team colours, Claret and Amber Gold. A place that holds so many memories, and the stories, that have been told. As a lad, watched all the gr......

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...Only Traces Spectral traces of lost societies Lie waste on every avenue of time... Honour is replaced by mendacities... Chivalry faded...lost upon the wind Of progress...hate...and past atro......

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...Marching out of the cloaked shires Of landowners, stockbrokers, Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced Squires: A vast multitude of many varied Tribes. Amassing in the great cities, where, Inhab......

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...Glancing down from breathless heights, Amidst climey sighs, The looming colossus awakens from slumber And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies. The hot engines hissing steam - Recalled from f......

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...On the Road. The coach from Lisbon to Madrid took about eight hours it left at eleven at night; it was full and I had the misfortune sitting beside a huge, black Arab who sat talking to himself wh......

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...Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension Gaping black hole sucking life Throu......

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...Natural landscapes embrace the small town Crickhowell, Comforted in a lush cocooned valley. The Black Mountains that stretch for an eternity, And casting of high shadows for an early retirement. ......

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