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Best Poems Written by Peter Swindell

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Mental Block

i havent written anything in ages,i sit inspirationless pen hovering above blank pages
my creative juices have evaporated,i'm mentally constipated, thoughts stagnated trapped in a room thats locked and gated.My minds a black hole in which ideas evolve
but getting them out's an enigma stephen hawking could'nt solve.i'll hire an imaginary crop sprayer and take off on a sortee i'll spray my brain with laxative and wd40.But it could be too much and i'll realise my fears my brain will be crushed under a deluge of ideas,i'll go to the doctor and ask for a lotion ''sure rub some of this on your head son,it's called thousand notion potion''.my brain is like a boiler thats about to blow'i need a tiny plumber,with a tiny wrench to release it very slow,but if it breaks off too quickly,no refuge can be sought he can ski to safety on an avalanche of ideas a thinking mans olympic sport.If all my efforts fail at cerebral extrusion,then sad as it is i'm left with only one conclusion,i'll hang up my quill and pay the tiny plumbers extortionate bill.As sure as a boxer who loses his arms is no longer a fighter a poet who does not use his pen is no longer a writer

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Shush

peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local lidl
i get through my door and hope the noise will recede then the kids next door decide to start a stampede
up and down stairs at a thunderous pace,i'm seriously thinking about knocking and spraying them with mace
serves them right for making my life hell,ah bliss solitary confinement and my own prison cell
i go to the library to escape the hubbub, only to find the kids have started there own social club
the librarian in charge tries in vain to restore order, more chance of peace on the palestinian border
i'm short sighted ,long sighted and walk with a stick, yet from forty yards i can hear a digital clock tick
i shoulndn't complain but i defenitely plan to, one more thing what do the noise abatement society actually do

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Its Complicated

you dont think it can go wrong it dosent enter your thoughts
innocent optomism when you first dated... its complicated
a picket fence house a beautiful wife perfect life created
emotion spent passion stagnated... its complicated
did it die over time or like a candle wick with the pinch of wet fingers
is it dead or can it be re-animated...its complicated
you try one last time to re-kindle the spark a candle lit dinner
a walk in the park where you first dated...its complicated
golden rings removed the wedding day token a promise of eternal love
words that are spoken a partner once loved a person now hated...its complicated
the anger and bitterness comes to a head like a puss filled pimple
so you sqeeze...nothing lasts forever...its simple

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The Carp-Pet Bagger

he sits and he stares he miows and he purrs he's mocking and making his plan
i'm ahead of his game my agendas the same a battle of cat versus man
as i sit and reminisce it wasn't always like this at first we had an unbreakable bond
but all was lost when i found to my cost him licking his lips by the pond
i fed him the best roast chicken breast turkey and ham on the bone
we dined as a pair our friendship was rare till the night that he dined alone
my one fatal error was to trust that feline terror a mistake i will never repeat
if only i'd netted if only i'd vetted and removed the claws from his feet
if only they had dived when that feline felon arrived my garden would still bring me joy
the moral to this story so morbid and gory my carp should have been more coy

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Shoot To Score,Score To Shoot

A shaft of light penetrates my barely open eyes,the promise of a bright new day from an angel who lies,no reason for hope no happy ending up ahead, my eyelids reunite i'll just stay in bed but sleep is never easy since i tasted the forbidden fruit, i used to shoot to score now i score to shoot.
The nausia comes first closely followed by the headache, god i need to get better, answer the phone for christ's sake. dark clouds descend, i can barely hold the phone, just one more hit i promise, i dont want to die alone.Just one more hit i swear, to make the pain go away, just one more time's a promise i make myself every single day.
At last my prayers are answered,my knight in shining armour is waiting at my door but there are no fairytale endings for a dealer and a crack whore.I board the junkie express and mainline to the station, first stop euphoria last shop desperation.
I'd like to think i can be normal again, its the only thing that keeps me sane but once you've bought a ticket its hard to get off the train

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The Heart Stealer

i will do everything to protect my heart 
a machine gun nest a kevlar vest i'm ready for cupids test
no femme fatale no girl next door no milf no vamp no milf  no high class whore
could breach my defense and hurt me more
a damaged heart needs time to recover by scars inflicted by an unfaithful lover
love is only faithful when given by a mother
i've an issue with trust betrayed by lust not fair or just 
concrete foundations turned to dust a golden ring turned to rust
fate the card dealer infidelity the heart stealer
                      time the great healer

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Relationships To Ghostships

a tranquil sea two hearts combined two bands of gold on fingers entwined
a voyage of trust a crew of two started by many finished by few
a sacred oath to herald the start the perfect end till death do us part
the helmsman grins as you come aboard two anguished souls for his desperate hoard
so much in love so much to learn his time will come  he'll wait his turn, a placid sea an easy ride the handsome groom the beautiful bride
temptation waits at every port a constant battle that must be fought
a love so strong begins to wain a cancer spreads no morphine can ease the pain
the helmsman extends a tariff in his bony hands the cost two broken hearts and two wedding bands
the ultimate price the passing of years from a shower of confetti to a shower of tears

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Nocturnal Nuicance

he starts at the same time every night just as i turn om my bedroom light
he sits atop a weeping willow and begins on cue as my head hits the pillow
i toss and turn trying to catch my slumber as he hoots upon his willowy lumber
he takes great pleasure disturbing my rest i'll take great pleasure burning his nest
they say owl's are wise but how can that be true when the answer to every question is twit-twoo
this torture must end my feathery friend i'm planning to take a vacation a week in the sun a  week full of fun a week with no sleep deprivation
i'll return fully rested a plan to be tested a holiday gift just for you
you'll utter your last twit-twoo i'll bid you adieu as you devour your present
a mouse marinaded in superglue

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Fade To Grey

are we alone on this big lump of stone are we masters of all we survey
i used to think so but now i don't know since my conversation with an alien grey
his eyes were opaque he had eyes like a snake and he spoke but didn't have lips
he hovered above ground eyes oval not round and had suckers on three finger tips
we spoke about earth and we spoke about life on his planet three light years away
they have no wars they have no disease they have no god to whom they pray
nobody is homeless nobody is sick they live for three hundred years
there's no need for drugs there's no virus or bugs and there's certainly no need for tears
i asked if mankind could ever aspire to the utopia of which he spoke
he said maybe one day you'll realise love is the way and just at that moment i awoke

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Fade To Grey

are we alone on this big lump of stone are we masters of all we survey
i used to think so but now i don't know since my conversation with an alien grey
his eyes were opaque he had eyes like a snake and he spoke but didn't have lips
he hovered above ground eyes oval not round and had suckers on three finger tips
we spoke about earth and we spoke about life on his planet three light years away
they have no wars they have no disease they have no god to whom they pray
nobody is homeless nobody is sick they live for three hundred years
there's no need for drugs there's no virus or bugs and there's certainly no need for tears
i asked if mankind could ever aspire to the utopia of which he spoke
he said maybe one day you'll realise love is the way and just at that moment i awoke