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Stephen Courtnell Poem
Fathers
A father is someone who holds us dear, under a watchful eye he keeps us near.
He protects us from harm and banishes fear and makes our problems so very clear.
Should we travel in the wrong direction a father is there with a loving protection.
If we are lost and cannot find our way look up dear child he is there every day.
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Love
Love is not a game you see, it can happen to anyone not just you and me.
It can rule your heart and also your head, It can prevail over hate and also dread.
It makes your heart skip a beat and without warning can sweep you off of your feet.
It’s gestures it’s feelings are not to be trifled the look from a loved one can leave us stifled.
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A mother’s love
A mother’s love is always kind a love like this is hard to find, to embrace us in safety and also to bind, without this love we would be blind.
It’s power it’s glory is ever so strong, to put it into words would be a beautiful song.
So when you need her be patient and don’t despair look around and you’ll find her she’s always been there.
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Why are you crying?
I’m crying because my bottle of emotions is overflowing.
Because my heart and soul yearns for something that isn’t there.
I’m crying because memories overwhelm me.
Why are you crying?
I’m crying because I have feelings that can’t be suppressed.
The tears cascade down my cheeks like a light rain, but a tear doesn’t take away the pain.
Why are you crying?
I cry because I care I sit and ponder silently and just stare.
Into a daze my tears take me, I can’t hurt anymore don’t try to wake me.
Why are you crying?
I’m crying because I’m Human, I feel, and I love.
Hopefully someone will help me up above.
Why are you crying?
I’m not crying tears of sadness, these are tears of joy.
I look back on my life and realise emotions are not a toy.
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Age
Age is experience that’s what they say things were much different back in my day.
You lived through the good and sometimes the bad, there was never enough time to be sad.
We had very little and it’s a sad fact, we had family and friends secured with a pact.
We had little money but never complained we didn’t moan or whinge and say we were pained.
Age is experience that’s what they say, as a matter of fact you’ll be my age one day.
So be a good person, be kind and polite to others your not on your own with sisters and brothers.
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Hands
A pair of hands with none to hold is a lonely pair indeed.
A pair of hands with one outstretched is surely a hand in need.
A hand can help if it is needed, a hand can heal when a call is headed.
A hand can build and also destroy, so use them well and let them bring joy.
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Nature
The winds howl and the rivers run, life exists under the burning sun.
The animals call this their home,there’s miles and miles for them to roam.
For their packs and families they will strive to find food and shelter to survive.
They fear us humans and so they should we’d destroy them all if we could.
The devastation that we cause to animals with hooves and claws.
Some of us try to protect them so we will never see them go.
From grace and beauty they will live and for humans not a care they’ll give.
There’s lots and lots that we can do, so we don’t only see animals in a zoo.
17/03/2019
By Stephen courtnell
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Future
What lies along the road ahead are thoughts cemented in my head.
Where will I go?, what will I be? And who will be there alongside me.
It’s bleak it’s bright I can’t decide, too late to run and try to hide.
Your on a path, you can’t turn back keep moving forward you’ve got the knack.
You’ll meet new friends along the way, who might just brighten future days.
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