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Mark Sibun Poem
Pick yourself up and pull yourself together
Take a pill or collect some lucky heather
Don’t ring the doctors and waste their time
Stay off the booze and the ing wine
Go out more and get some air
Find a friend, preferably not square
Buy a dog, a cat, or such like
And live in hope that it doesn’t bite
Don’t hide inside and waste your life
Look for a husband or maybe a wife
Buy a coat or a new pair of shoes
Turn off the radio, it’s always bad news
Get rid of social media and the broadcasting e
Read a book that will immerse and delight
Turn the next left instead of the right
Turn off the lamp and enjoy the dark night
Look forward to Christmas or that special occasion
And embrace the moment like a secret liaison
Take sound advice from your trusted soles
Don’t listen to losers or hopeless fools
And above all of this remember one thing
Be who your are and all that you bring
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Mark Sibun Poem
She sits on the train looking out at the rain
Another crap day full of pain
The appointment is booked and she’s running late
She wants to throw up and make it all go away
She knows the route like the back of her hand
Each graffitied brick, grey and bland
An important item with the facing issues
She checks her bag for the small pack of tissues
It seems so unfair making this trip all alone
She would love a friend or chaperone
The greeting as ever is warm and well meant
But she’s going to hell which is heaven sent
They link her up to the dreadful machine
And the process soon starts which will make her clean
Never once has she uttered why me with intent
It’s written in the stars she knows that it’s meant
Mercifully held in the hands of time
She waits for her fate from the great divine
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Mark Sibun Poem
A man for all seasons,
A well seasoned man.
Creating borders and gardens,
With a well drilled plan.
A natural flair for a detailed scheme,
Hornbeam or Box for that private screen.
Colour and structure always in mind,
Planting for futures and halcyon times.
Dad loved his work with his very full life,
Beautifully supported by his wonderful wife.
A partnership forged, not through coal and steel
But from the ground and earth beneath their heels.
A wonderful wit and great turn of phrase
All I have is admiration and praise.
And so I say with a heavy heart,
My last goodbyes for this final part.
Rest well my Pop in your eternal state
And walk head high through St Peter’s gate.
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Mark Sibun Poem
I want to be a thief, to pilfer rob and steal
I want to be found guilty, given time to reflect and heal
I want to be locked up in a solitary cell
I want to be left alone to stare into the depths of hell
I want to be set free in an ocean far away
Drifting into the blue yonder day after day after day
I want to leap off a building and plummet to the ground
I want to be buried and never ever found
I want to be a wrecking ball and destroy all future dreams
I want to be a raging torrent to devour the rivers and streams
I want to be the storm that hits in the middle of the night
With deafening huge thunderbolts and destructive lightning strikes
I want to be a nuisance, to scream and shout out loud
And tell the world what’s happened to the newly gathered crowd
I want to be a conjurer to deceive and change what’s true
I want to be an illusionist and magic back you
To hear your voice and hold you tight would take away my grief
Can anyone hear my plea?
I want to I be that thief!
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