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Asked to measure love, what can you say,where do you start
easier starter,contentment, fulfillment and trust but,
no oceans depths nor deserts wide, can capture
to the galaxys above, go further
multiplication to grains of sand, on earh to the infinity of stars
love can be, a very powerful word.
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Having collaborated, o with just a few
Poetry Soup members,i`ll always give them due
for their kind comments and others even more
one person inparticular, Old Jack, he hits the core.
He is funny without realising,he does so make me giggle
the picture i have of him,a tyre round his middle
over six feet tall,with ginger hair,like a true Jock
stubbon as hell, very proud, and sometimes likes to mock.
His poems very frequently, touch on all that`s kind
his politeness and charm,sure that`s why the ladies find
a caring correspondant,or maybe a walk in the park
my opinion on this gent, is way above the dark.
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Friendship is a priceless gift
that cannot be bought or sold
for it`s value, is far greater than
a mountain made of gold.
For gold is cold and lifeless
it can neither see nor hear
and in time of trouble
tis powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen
no heart to understand
it cannot bring you comfort
nor reach out a helping hand
So when you ask God for a gift
be thanKful if he sends, not
diamonds,pearls or riches
but the love of real true friends
A material scroll from my best friend from Jamaica.. Thanks Dave
PAUL BEADNALL FOR
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Debbie Guzzi
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25/811
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"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . a Rambling Poet."
The rising sun, shone into her room
takes a moment, to gather her thoughts
gowns her morning attire with pride
moves into her garden,astonishing nature
Song birds and Sky Larks, fill her ears with music
the morning air, so pure into her lungs
last nights proposal, from her childhood sweetheart
dwelling but, knowing what her answer will be
Life feeling exhilerating, future so bright
as the perfumed rose plant, poised on her sill
her futre holds happiness,children, how many ?
her husband to be, awaits her response.
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest What is she thinking . .
Wounds by wayside.
P. Beadnall... 16/7/11
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EVERY DAY THAT GOES BY
I ALWAYS QUESTION MYSELF WHY
THAT LIFE HAS TO BE SO UNFAIR
WHEN I WALK IN THE HOUSE AND YOU`RE NOT THERE
GROWING UP OVER THE BORDER A FAMILY OF FIVE
I STILL CAN`T BELIEVE DAD THAT YOU ARN`T ALIVE
YOU AND VERY CLOSE MATE GEORGE BROWN
IN THE GLASS BARRELL OR A PUB IN THE TOWN
AND EVERYONE THAT YOU DID KNOW
SAY THERE`S JOE AND GEORGE FROM THE MUPPET SHOW
YOU LOVED GOING OUT AND PLAYING POOL DOUBLES
A NICE FEW PINTS AND HOME.... NO TROUBLES
DAD IT WILL BE SO HARD FOR ME
TO FULlFIL YOUR WISHES, YOUR ASHES AT SEA.
WROTE FOR A FRIEND WHO`S FATHERS MEMORIAL IS COMING UP
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Etched in my heart,mind and soul `til i see you again
from time to time it`s hard to refrain
a little tear when i think of you
and all the things we used to do.
Your kindness and personality does live on
even so,Shirl you have gone
you have a daughter that has everything you had
your looks and manorisms, makes me so glad.
It`s a pleasent reminder that when you were here
such a comfort,that makes me feel near
to you whenever i do feel down
it lifts up my mood my spirits and frown
R.I.P. Shirley Asprey x ( My sister )
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The Lord brought to my path,a gentleman from Columbia to help each other in diverse equation and math.On our walk with Jesus on our our struggles in life, and trusting in God for a companion and wife .
I was not brought up with a father to guide me through, neither was Jarius so we had no clue. As to what a father's love was all about. Breakdown ,rejection a gap in our lives we scream and in frustratration shout.
For God to come and answer our prayers not in vain,but to bring his spirit and relieve the pain. We have talked shared intimately in a short time through the thick n thick n a formidable bond is starting to begin.
The Fathers Love is there in strength,enlightening our hearts to a great new length . Jarius you are the son I've never had ,I praise God he has made me so glad . Amen.
With much love from Papa Paul ??
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Our town sports a true passion
middlesbrough f.c. is like fashion
that will never ever go out of date
even though less winning and fate
...Right from back in my early days
i followed the boro home and away
spending weekends and plenty of money
but was all worth it attending wembley.
Dedicated to Callum M.F.C. Mcguinness
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Don`t be fooled by the face i wear,for i wear a thousand masks and none of them
are me.Don`t be fooled, for god sake don`t be fooled
I give the impression that im secure,that confidence is my name and coolness is my
game,and i need nobody,but don`t believe me.
Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion,fear and loneliness that`s why i hide behind of this mask i`ve created,to shield me from the glance that knows,but such a glance is my salvation,that it is followed by salvation,
it is followed by loveIt`s the only thing that can liberate me from my own
prison walls.
I`m afraid that deep down i`m nothing and no good
and you will reject me.
And so begins the parade of masks,i idly chatter to
and tell you everything that means nothing,and nothing that is everything
that is is crying within me,so please listen carefully as i try to hear
what i`m not saying. I want to be genuine spontanious and me
but you please help me,hold out your hand.
Each time you are understanding, kind and gentle, the harsher i strike back.
My heart grows very feeble wings.
Your sensitivity, empathy and power of understanding
you alone can release me from my self built wall
and lies my only hope.
Beat down these walls with firm hands,but gentle
for a child who is sensitive.I`m someone you know well,
for i am every man you meet, i am every woman too...
I AM ALSO YOU.
Paul Beadnall.
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist
Contest Name Everyone knows, anything goes...
This was copied from a wall from a Mental hospital wall, i didnt know the Author
but do now Mr. David Summers (1966)
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This shone light back into my days..
I read this when i was in a torrid time in a mental hosptal ( unknown author)
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A person shot dead,this how it unfolds
rioting and looting,electrcticals clothes and gold
Tottenham bore the first brunt,that came undone
and spread throughout the boroughs of London.
As i sit viewing the tabloids that brings
aireal shots fires destroying buildings
mindless youths as it spreads north
Leeds,Bristol,Birmingham to Liverpool and forth
People go homeless,shopkeepers go broke
no school for children,an absolute joke
we have soldiers in countries fighting wars
they are the unsung heroes fighting a cause
Ashamed to be English? to an extent
i have never seen anything like this event
what will go next Buckingham Palace?
one word from me being absolute " disgrace".
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