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Simon Watkiss Poem
words i use to fill a space
to stir a feeling
influence and excite
like movements energy
distance's footsteps make
proven emotion stains memories past
weakness enveloped as of night
no voice nor sound
fluidizing lines of power
sheltered from familiars sight
breaking free sparks
arc of might
expectations shimmer
i will win this fight
new hope soars surpassing
feathered speckled clouds
I breath I live I feel
the words I write
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Simon Watkiss Poem
Children playing in the park,
Laughter echoing in the wind,
Feeding the ducks,
Ducklings in tow,
Birds singing sweetly,
Rabbits burrow.
Swings and round about,
Children's laughter how they roared,
Sliding down the chute,
Not one child bored,
Flower to flower,
Buzzed the bee's,
Church bells ringing,
Through the spring breeze,
Tractor plowing near fields of sheep,
While nearby cows lazily sleep,
Birds flying through trees So tall,
Whilst children paddle near the waterfall,
A chirp is heard near the thickets,
A closer look reveals a. thousand crickets,
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Simon Watkiss Poem
From my heart
The spirals fount
Upwards into my mouth
Rolling around forming
Sound reverberating outwards
This is how i speak
Spinning thoughts
Imagination grows
Auto response's
Pen to paper
This is how i write
Looking upwards
To things i cant see
I live in hope
A feeling of freedom
A need i keep
This is how i believe
Reaching out
Pulling closer
Taste of sweetness
Hidden pleasure
The last one is mine
This is how i eat
A painful wave
Eyes i wish to close
broken up into pieces
Alone in the dark
This is how i sleep
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Simon Watkiss Poem
Creamy, salty and rich,
My father he did mutter,
He took a bite, Crunch,
As mother started to stutter,
God knows WH WH why you love it so,
After all its only butter,
Well he said there was a copper,
His wife loved it to,
Yet he couldn't stop her,
So he pulled out his truncheon,
Which was quite large,
And shouted no not butter eat Marge,
Well it ended in tears almost divorce,
Five years on,
He's eating butter of course,
Copyright © Simon Watkiss | Year Posted 2012
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