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Nick Bagnall Poem
She was wonderful and powerful
My object of desire
Her smooth clean face so beautiful
The apple of my eye
My love she had an accident
She fell from up on high
I found her broken body there
'Twas lying on the ground
Now all I have's her memory
The songs we used to share
Oh how I miss that ipod
My heart it megahertz
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
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Nick Bagnall Poem
As I lie here, eyes half closed, I wonder
Why does the grass wave to me?
Has the summer breeze asked it to greet me
And if so, what does it wish to say
But I think the Chinese whispers of a thousand blades
Might confuse the message beyond recognition
Perhaps I should ask instead, the shaded underbelly of the lonesome oak,
Standing aloof mid-field
For surely he hears the same story from the breeze
And then again perhaps I have it all wrong, it's a message from the grass,
So many strands waving their message make the pleasant breeze
If that is the case then, I think I must lie here a while longer
And listen to the story they wish to tell
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Nick Bagnall Poem
O' possum O' possum
Sleep the day away
Await the setting of the sun
before you go and play
As the dusk arrives at last
Awake and stretch your paws
Don't clamber from your tree too fast
Hang tightly with your claws
The brown team 'v' the greys
Its football night you see
they'll use a melon for a ball
with a ring tailed referee
The match is quite a tussle
both teams are very strong
The crowd sit up in the trees
And Hisses them along
A possum breaks loose from the pack
Towards the goal he's bound
The goalie take a single look
Then plays dead upon the ground
The melon bounces of the post
A dustbin crashes to the ground
The crowd invades with fever pitch
To look in and see what's found
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
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Nick Bagnall Poem
There was a young lady called Mae West
Who was famed for the size of her chest
She came down with Flu
Gave a big sneeze 'Atchoo'
And that was the end of her vest
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Nick Bagnall Poem
Dad can I have that big red balloon?
There's only one left, and he'll sell it soon
It's not like a goldfish, it won't have to be fed
or that pink candy floss, which sticks to my head
Dad can I have that big red balloon?
I won't ask for anything else 'till next June
Not even a ride on the ghost train today
A balloon would be better in every way
Dad can I have that big red balloon?
Don't want to fly in a ship to the moon
Dodging green men as we whizz on the way
I'd probably be sick for the rest of the day
Dad can I have that big red balloon?
Yes my boy, I'll buy you that balloon
I'm not a mean man I just wanted to know
that you really want it, come on let's go
Son here you go, a big red balloon
your hearts great desire fulfilled before noon
We've gone to the fair, we'll have such fun
With you and your balloon out in the sun
Dad, can I have some pink candy floss?
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012
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Nick Bagnall Poem
She is ancient, tall and wise
Her slender frame so frail
Skin so smooth, but deathly pale
Bright against dark skies
Against her soon the wind will rise
Against her let it rail
I pray the lord she does not fail
As with the storm she vies
And thus begins an epic fight
To beat the mighty gale
And as she heads into the night
Who knows where she may trail
Dawn breaks at last it’s such a sight
As once more she sets sail
Contest : Italian Sonnet
5th place
Contest : OLD CONTEST ENTRY
8th place
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Nick Bagnall Poem
She's always there, watching
Over the quiet graves
Torn between life and death
Waiting 'till her time ends
When at last, she can be
Reunited with him
Without his strong arms
She falters and fails
Ne'er to love again
Her gentle heart is
Smashed beyond repair
She is the one
They call Raven
Soulless, helpless
Without his love
She stands and
Forever
Looks over
Where they
Buried
Him
Written By Nick Bagnall
For Contest "Among the dead"
13th Place
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Nick Bagnall Poem
They burst forth and charge downwards
Matching uniforms shiny against the grey sky
Their only desire to smash suicidally upon our ranks
We hear the thunder of them coming, and carefully prepare
The vanguard already lie smashed upon the ground
The rest will soon swell the regiments of the defeated
Moments before they arrive we deploy our umbrellas
Countless warriors smash harmlessly inches above our heads
Their watery remains dripping from our defences
Mingling with those of their already fallen brethren
Contest : FALL YOUR CHOICE any theme/any form max 12 lines
Honorable Mention
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Nick Bagnall Poem
The dawn doth come too soon my love
Once more we must be apart
And I shall wait all day for you
To return, and warm my heart
Your beauty beyond comprehension
Seems to glow from within
I sit in hushed contemplation
And wait for the night to begin
So at last you come back to me
Pulling my soul as the tide
It's clear as the freshly washed shingle
Our love, cannot be denied
Then as the night grows old, once more
And draws near, that moment of strife
When it's time for you to leave me again
Sweet Luna, the love of my life
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Nick Bagnall Poem
On the edge of the void, that's where we must be.
Somewhere between the thrill of taking your life into your own hands and the cold
realisation that you are finally in control of your own destiny is where you learn to
really live.
It is not the same for you and I, each of us must find our own void and peer
carefully over the edge, for we are human and we must look, or wither away, but to
carelessly leap into the void would surely mean destruction.
So we tread the fine line of life and hope that one day we shall learn to fly and bask
in the glory of that we can only watch from a distance.
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
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