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J Sprinkles Poem
Weary are the pens of writing unseen verse,
Their lives aren’t what they’d hoped for and they feel it’s getting worse.
The day that saw them made is a day they can’t forget,
Their maker scooped them up and held them tightly to his breast.
‘My pens, my pens, you truly are my best creation yet!
Each one of you shall conquer life, great things you can expect!
You’ll help to shape the words of kings and authors loved and famous,
Your work with them shall never die,
Forever entertain us!’
So with a loving hand the maker placed the pens in cases,
Then shipped them off in packaging to a number of different places.
With adventure in their inky hearts they travelled far and wide,
Facing up to every fear with that knowledge safe inside.
The knowledge that purpose lived and breathed,
The thoughts their father helped conceive.
Beyond his life the pens survived and right until the day he died,
The pens knew not the burning fire,
Their father was a bare-faced liar.
Many others shared their dream,
To be the first pen of the queen,
And hoped and prayed and wished the same,
Careers of pure success and fame.
But not a drop of fame they found,
Instead a thought was picked and bound,
Securely fastened in the ground.
The thought was present inside each pen,
Though hidden would awaken when,
The pens were near to one another,
Togetherness had been uncovered!
The key to happiness they found that day.
Togetherness is the only way.
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J Sprinkles Poem
Let loneliness wash over me,
Familiar plains I wish to see
The tides of distance swirling round
Engulfing all without a sound.
To hear that voice I know so well
Without a blink into the swell
I’d dive so deeply swimming fast
Disturb the sand release my past.
On and on into the deep
To find the place the sun can’t reach
This corner only darkness knows
Amidst the shipwrecks, golden pearls
Here shall I find suspended past
Or happiness to ever last?
When my breath runs short then out
I won’t regret resist or shout
Instead I’ll let myself descend
The blackened waters life shall end.
When the sparkle from my eye
Slowly fades then seems to die
A smile will spread across my face
I've found my home this darkened place
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These lonesome city streets won’t keep this old dog down,
He’s tired and he’s hungry,
Deep black dirt against his brow,
His troubles and his nightmares keep his head beneath the clouds.
This worn out pair of feet,
They walk all over town,
He’s looking for his dinner,
This old dog can’t settle down.
They tried to raze and burn him,
Burn this old house to the ground.
He used to be the joker of the town,
There aint nobody laughing now.
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Here I lie in the field of dreams but sleep wont come for me,
Restless I shall stay ‘til good fortune seeps away,
And there’s nothing but myself to keep me sane,
The path of opportunity stretching out in front of me,
Only goes so far,
Blocked by a fallen tree,
No string to lead the way for me,
The sign-posts have no words to read,
No friend to hold my hand,
And no eyes to watch me bleed.
Everyone sleeps peacefully,
Dormant souls surrounding me,
Search for souls awake to be,
Companion to yours truly.
Here I lie in the field of dreams but sleep wont come for me,
Restless I shall stay ‘til good fortune seeps away,
And there’s nothing but myself to keep me sane.
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J Sprinkles Poem
Nothing to write,
Nothing to say,
Nothing to help when nothing gets in the way,
Nothing is silence,
Nothing is hot tears and ice-cold fears,
Nothing is the deepest of sadness,
Nothing is remorse and guilt for a friend,
Nothing is madness when the mind reaches its end,
Nothing is sickness and a pause to reflect,
Nothing is what keeps one from doing his best,
Nothing is the sensation of drifting alone,
Nothing is a place for a tortured soul,
Nothing is the cause for my blackest thoughts,
Nothing is what killed us all,
Nothing is lying alone in the dark,
Nothing is waiting for all to happen without lifting a finger,
Nothing is as hesitant as a man who’s been stung,
Nothing is the silence that drifts between our happiest days and makes them seem golden,
Nothing is a thought which stops me from searching,
Nothing is a friend turned bad through boredom,
Nothing is a lover tired of my antics,
Nothing is a partner grown weary of my moods,
Nothing is the whisper which tells one he’s worthless,
Nothing is the scream that blinds without purpose,
Nothing is the gap between happy and sad,
Nothing is the ledge onto which all must rest,
Nothing is the feeling of dark uncertainty,
Nothing is a finger which points to my failures,
Nothing is an illness which contaminates my flavour,
Nothing is what’s left when my mind has dissolved,
Nothing struck out and left me for dead,
Nothing pushed me aside and shut the door in my face,
Nothing asked if I wanted coffee and then brought me tea,
Nothing smiled as it watched me weep,
Nothing has told me of death and loneliness,
Nothing has shown me that we are all alone,
Nothing has chosen the spot for us to die together but has tricked me for he shall never die,
Nothing has kept me by lying through his teeth,
Nothing has his hold on me because he is all that has been constant,
Nothing is exact and precise,
Nothing is deceitful but true,
Nothing is in me and nothing is in you,
Nothing holds the answer to everything,
Nothing has to be dealt with – he’s horrible,
Nothing is what drives men to drink,
Nothing advised I hide under a cloud of green smoke,
Nothing told me it was all my fault and then left,
Nothing spat in my face and told me it was for my own good,
Nothing is the glue that binds us,
Nothing is what they taught us to ignore,
Nothing is what we secretly adore,
Nothing is solitude and space,
Nothing is what I crave when awash with busy thought,
Nothing is killing me,
Nothing is killing me.
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Be the early bird?
Don't you know I'm sick of eating worms?
I'll take my time,
'Cos hurrying has never been worthwhile.
Sitting outside,
Watch the clouds float by.
No I'll never be one to make time fly.
Feed the birds,
The ones too late for catching worms.
Don't you know they try?
But hurrying has never been their style.
It's raining outside,
Watch the gloomy sky.
No a few drops of rain won't spoil my day.
Ask the early bird,
Where does he go to catch his worms?
Does it pass the time?
When shall it seem like a wasted life?
It's cold outside,
Watch the hot air rise,
No don't rush around and wish away you life
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Face unkind,
Bond untied,
Change of heart,
Change of mind.
Oh god what have we done?
Put this to sleep and forever we’ll weep.
Never smile,
Wait a while,
Wait for the change to come home.
Waste no time,
No reply,
No reply,
Just set aside.
You set me aside.
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Keep this new leaf turned if you’re to banish all concern,
Regrets from mediocrity will never cease to burn.
And punish those whose guilty minds allow them scattered sleep,
Tight lips are bitten harder,
Tired eyes begin to weep.
Every step just an inch too high.
The switch just out of reach.
The black dog moving faster,
Crossing paths ‘til we meet.
Keep this new leaf turned if you’re to banish all concern,
Regrets from mediocrity will never cease to burn.
And punish those whose guilty minds allow them scattered sleep,
Tight lips are bitten harder,
Tired eyes begin to weep.
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J Sprinkles Poem
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Singing along to their favourite tune.
We know the dance like a snail knows its shell,
Our mothers and brothers have taught us well.
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Clapping along like they told us to.
The dance goes on like some endless summer day,
Pleases the ears and makes the people sway.
Come join the dance if you haven’t got the time,
Be sure to try the tasty treats and sip the blood-red wine.
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Practise the moves though we know them through and through,
We like to try and learn a new dance everyday,
Removes our fears and it helps us pay our way,
Dancing around in a room too small,
Who shall be the first to fall?
Prancing around like we’re ten feel tall,
Who shall be the first to fall?
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Your friend cannot be saved,
He told him his voice half raised.
But I thought that you said that he could,
Though not for the greater good?
I did and I didn’t who cares I’ve forgotten,
In any case he’ll soon be cold, dead and rotten.
So speak to him now if you’ve something to say,
But forgive me I’m having a frantic day.
Indeed I must leave at the fastest of paces,
Naturally ignoring these grieving faces.
Push through these fools to get to my lunch,
They truly are a sorry bunch,
Mmm tuna but lacking sweet-corn it seems,
That stupid woman is killing my dreams.
What does this roll represent?
A life full of anguish with nowhere to vent?
A marriage without the required cement?
A life choice without a portion of sense?
I never wanted to be a doctor anyway…
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