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Dennis Broe-Ward Poem
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
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The Asian Tiger walks deaths bed, a tenuous thread,
Shaming us standing ones with maggots in our heads.
The African Rhino and Elephant walk their likewise fate,
Valued by us as horny dust, adornments for human plates.
It will always forever amaze me, when too late we always say,
What we regret most in this life... is the treasure we abused on the way.
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Dennis Broe-Ward Poem
Big Ben chimes (resting) his 88th life-line
His oratory socialistically left explicitly refined
Always rallying heads above the gut-venting whines
Dissenting oratory silenced it seems, but only by Mr Time
His Popeye pipe yet resonates, smoking symbolic his inclined
A Bentonite legacy, a Ben store for the waking walking primed
RIP “The Tony” one... your way is thus comprehensively enshrined
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Dennis Broe-Ward Poem
Ether’s 88 where ya going
Behind her locked gate
Caught shy my freedoms
My baiting the idioms
My came from extensions...
Is it ever too late?
Going easy with tumbleweed
Boarding space beyond dreams
Rejecting all cultural greed’s
And creeds the world bleeds...
Is it ever about beauty creams?
Vapour your gate
It’s never too late
Open your mind
Be kind
Tumble me
Shine!
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Dennis Broe-Ward Poem
Breaking loose the clutter bugs eating the human race...
A child is seen beyond his time, I smile my warm embrace.
There’s no surprise your blending all your dreams on end,
A decade passes boy to man, ten years plus ten... and then
Watching you from my blind spot, I smile again... and again.
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Dennis Broe-Ward Poem
Falling off you aint easy, you’re stuck here on my mind
Thinking passed the crazy is so damn hard to find
I make it in the sunburn - it bleaches you from my head
Then night hits like a hammer and I know for sure I’m dead
Remember when we made it, remember what you said
Remember how we laughed and cried, remember clashing heads
Remember nothing like it, before or ever since
Well princess, forget it... i aint that kind of prince
Yeah, I know I aint explaining why over has to be
When all the love and tender stuff is proud for all to see
But knowing that I love you is cause to set you free
Or rot in hell with this old man falling from his tree
Ever since I was a kid I prayed to one day hold
A peace inside to hold me right, inside from the cold
But old is wise and honest, and knowing right from wrong
And you’re just starting out sweet girl, whilst I’m a played out song
So now you have the ending, and why you’re free to go
You’ll pass me by soon enough that much I sure as hell do know
But think sometimes of this old sod, sinking in his time
Of why his love is the purest kind for leaving you behind
But think about the good times too, and how I made you feel
Relive all the memories, yeah, especially lovers’ hill
And if you think I’m bluffing, and you’re as wanting as me still
Forget the crap from this old hack, and let's go for the kill....
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