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Roger Page Poem
l know you not, you don't know me
You gave me praise my poems, you see
We seem to click right from the start
My breaths draw in deep and races my heart
Your contact I yurn impatient I grow
You make me tingle from head to toe
I wish you were here with me just now
My bed would be warmed I'll show you how
Why do I want you so much that I hurt
To touch your firm body gentle and pert
You have so much power I cannot deny
Rhyme and reason you seem to defy
I feel your love calling my body so weak
The fact I don't know you am I a freak
Am I just dreaming my feelings seem real
Just tell me you want me your heart I can steal
Maybe I'll meet you no longer a dream
You'll milk me of love to flow like a stream
When two become one just for a while
We part like we met but with more of a smile
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2016
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Roger Page Poem
In days of old,
ye knights were bold
And Dragons roamed the land
Sir Lancelot, he was a knight
And Fought with Sword in hand
White horse he rode
With his lance
A shiny suit of armour
Beware this knight, the story goes
He really is a charmer!
Now one fine day, he saw a lass
And whispered in her ear
A shock he got, when she revealed
I’m lady Guinevere
In love they fell
Before too long
Merlin cast a spell
While hunting out one afternoon
The king, black knight would tell
Black knight ‘s plan
Came alight
When Lancelot was banished
Shed a tear, did Guinevere
When she learned he’d vanished.
Now this legend
Hath been told
A morale doth contain
Keep your lance, tucked in your pants
And save yourself the pain!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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The Urban Jungle
Where trees once stood, oh so proud
Now a tower, hosts a crowd
In a place, where water flowed
Now a lawn freshly mowed
Once a cry from Tarzan heard
Now a car horn blasts a nerd!
Wildlife teemed in wood and bogs
Only now roam packs of dogs
A safe place for frog and toad
Now a highway overload
Bird song filled the air aloud
Now we have a toxic cloud
Wild cats hunted for prey in vain
Now we bathe in acid rain
NOW all wildlife in distress
In the name of OUR progress!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
Embrace today,
for
Today, is tomorrows yesterday!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
The twilight comes, its nearly time
For darkness to fall - the fear is all mine
Another night follows as sure as day
Four hours sleep if I’m lucky I’d say!
Look for excuses to not go to bed
But I need my sleep let it be said.
Up the long stairway I slowly move
Not wearing slippers the carpets so smooth
Into the bathroom, the nightly chores
Now did I remember to lock all the doors?
Into my bed, out with a book
Maybe an hour, I’ll just take a look
No more excuses, it’s time to lay down
Up with the duvet and on with the frown
Will I lay here for hours, just like last night?
Or maybe this time it’ll work out just right!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
Your body men desire
It fills them full of fire
They want so much
To feel the touch
The gifts you have for hire.
You walk the streets so dark
Your future bleak and stark
You work for bugs
To buy the drugs
That really hit the mark.
Your pimp is a drug dealer
A professional money stealer
You feel the pain
Hooked on cocaine
He is your true fate-sealer.
You passing nobody to mourn
Thirty years since you were born
You only know your punter
Who really was your hunter
But it’s you the people scorn!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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The Normans came and conquered
They landed in the night
I think we could have beaten them
Till Harold lost his sight!
The Normans came and conquered
Their country wanted more
They gave us all a thrashing
And left us feeling sore!
The Normans came and conquered
We Saxons ran to Wales
In the hills we stayed and hid
Until they set their sails!
The Normans came and conquered
Just like the Romans did before
But in good time we grew quite bold
And showed them all the door!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
I’m proud to be a Yankee
they call us Uncle Sam,
We’re famous for our cola
and we invented spam.
We kicked out all the British
they taxed and kept us poor,
But then we started fighting
it was called the civil war
I’m proud to be a Yankee
now a super state,
You come here for your holidays
to enjoy the dollar rate,
We’ll greet you at the airport
with great big Donald Duck
And maybe you’ll see Mickey
if you’re really having luck.
I’m proud to be a Yankee
I drive a big flash car
It guzzles loads of gas
and a gallon won’t go far
Get a smaller car
I often hear them preach
But now it does not matter
B.P’s opened on the beach!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
You listen but you do not hear
The sound of love changing gear
You look but you do not see,
That special love close to thee
You touch but you do not feel
A love so deep never to heal
You do not savour, though you taste
The meal of love goes to waste
To find real love with no pretences
With your heart combine your senses
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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Roger Page Poem
The Seasoned Commuter
On The platform for ten to seven
No more trains if I get to heaven
Coffee and paper held in each hand
Bought a new ticket, cost me four grand!
The train is on time, not running late
I need three hands or maybe a plate?
I’m near the front so should get a seat
I hate to stand, packed in like meat.
Here comes the train it seems so slow
But it’s just the start of my daily woe.
The doors fly open and in I rush
A dig in the ribs and a poke in the mush!
Just keep going, just hope and pray
I want my seat for the money I pay
Made it, got it, next to Tim
Bit of a squeeze but he’s not so grim
An hour and ten if we run to time
And I’m going nowhere, this seat is mine!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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