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Mark West Poem
The whistle goes and the crowd roars,
I hope that my team is the first to score.
Everyone has a song to sing,
As the ball flashes past to our man on the wing.
How can the players run so fast,
Adn to keep on running until the last.
From a throw in you can almost touch your favourite,
But he is concetrating and won't notice even a little bit.
Then the number 10 steals a yard,
He strikes the ball so sweet and so hard,
Right into the top corner where you can see the net ripple.
There's a sudden pause then the crowd all cheer, the players hug and they go flying by,
The emotions so strong I have seen grown men cry!
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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There's a dull ache in my casting arm,
But I can't complain everything is still and calm.
I just have to try and try,
To make sure I use the right fly.
There are so many to choose from either dry or wet,
I am going for dry which seems the best bet.
The one I choose I tied myself,
You won't find another on any shop shelf.
It's shiny and green,
And is bound to be seen.
I wind in all of the slack,
Then I cast the fly back.
To the spot I saw the water swirl,
And I thought I saw a big tail curl.
My aim is spot on,
And in an instance the fly has gone.
In an explosion of foam,
At last a trout of my own.
In the sparking shower of green, silver blue,
At last my hopes have come true.
I am content now just the water and me,
And a lovely fresh trout to take home for my tea.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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Mark West Poem
As the world moves to artificial intelligence,
Please remember human independence.
AI can be a small part of all of a machine,
But to make it really useful it needs a human in between.
AI can work long hours without ever taking a break,
But humans keep it honest then nothing is seen as a fake.
So let's use the best of both worlds,
For the best of all mankind,
Then things might be better and cheaper and anything else that you might find.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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I am just an ordinary bloke,
I work quite hard, but I never seem to gain a yard,
Which way do I need to turn,
How come other people have money to burn,
I don't really want that much,
Just enough to live with a little to spare,
I don't have designer clothes to wear,
Just some worn out jeans and some 'T' shirts that are a bit threadbare,
But I just need to feel, relaxed and good,
So perhaps I should--
JUST ROB A BANK!!!
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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I realise just how old I am, when I don't even know how facebook works,
And I don't have any idea how someone twirks.
I read maps from an atlas book,
I don't like google and the way it looks.
I like to have cash, I like the way it feels,
But I guess it does make it easier to steal.
I want a theatre ticket that can be held and be seen,
Instead of showing it on your mobile screen.
But as life goes on and time passes by,
I guess just to keep up I will have to try.
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Monday- Mind those that are walking and who concentrate on talking.
Tuesday- Watch those that are cycling, they avoid puddles to try and keep their bike clean.
Wednesday- Look for those that are running, some of them do look quite stunning.
Thursday- Beware of those that are scooting, they go quite fast no matter what their route is.
Friday- The same as every day gone past, the one special rule, is make sure you get them all safely to school.
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Little old Lady with the blue rinse hair,
Sitting there in her worn out chair.
She was a beauty when she was younger,
She misses her life like a gnawing hunger.
Noboy seems to know or care,
About how she looked and the designer clothes she used to wear.
When it's sunny they sit her in the shade,
But she wants to sit in the sun before her life just fades.
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There is a saying that I have heard,
And hopefully I've got it down here word for word,
'The Lunatics have taken over the asylum' is what the words say,
But I never thought this would apply to the good old US of A.
This President is just a big headed chump,
One day, I hope he falls with one almighty thump,
This man just walks over the countries of the world,
Him and his idiot billionare pal, who both want to make us live in an alternate netherworld.
I know these men have been succesful in getting their fortunes,
But they frighten me more than going to the dreaded dental surgeon,
I know they think they are just putting their own country first,
But does this have to mean making the rest of the world much worse.
Hopefully sometime soon, the American people will realise their big mistake,
And get rid of this man, who just makes the whole world shake!!
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2025
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There is nothing that you need to do or say,
I can see what you are thinking by looking into your eyes.
Those eyes that are the window to your soul,
Those eyes that are so often difficult to control.
I see your eyes go dark when you are feeling angry or sad,
Your eyes that sparkle and shine when things are not too bad.
So, I look at, and I watch your eyes, you don't have to speak,
And I know you will find the happiness that you seek.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2025
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The watery sun lifts up in the sky,
Water gently glimmers with small breeze formed waves,
Birds start to twitter as they get ready to fly,
Animals start the search for the food that they crave,
The sky is such a startling blue,
As the day goes on the sun slowly rises,
And in the shade there are shadowy hues,
All nature is busy, the graceful swans seem the wisest,
The day slowly gets hotter and I head for more shade,
When the days at its hottest everything is totally quite and still,
But we all are hoping this day does not fade,
When the sun starts its slow drift toward the far distant hill,
As it reaches it's last moment insects skim the water looking like small puffs of steam,
Then a fish breaks the water, was this day just a dream.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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