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Keith Drew Poem
There is an angel for all of us,
I know this to be true,
You know when things get really bad?
And there is nothing left for you,
When your heart is down and that golden crown,
Once worn in a life you knew?
Has slipped aside as the tears you cry,
Make you feel that your life is through,
To see this angel then step aside,
Don’t look at yourself or your broken pride,
Just seek a person worse off than you,
And offer your help for your heart to renew!
And then your life and all it is,
Will be touched with an angel’s gift to give,
For to cry for yourself, then nothing to gain,
And always in tears your heart will remain,
But to give to another when you are down.
Then always you will wear a crown,
And the angel beside you will pillow your heart,
And then,
Only then!
Can you make a new start!
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The inanimate object floated tentatively towards me,
Red in colour and form, it spoke to me in silence,
I knew then it had made me special,
Tugged it did in the clear warm air, the string that held its magic,
Showing me its glow of gasping breath that gave it life,
Full of atmosphere yet not breathing,
Never a word so not deceiving,
Open and bouncing, alive and anew.
Guided then there to my hand,
Tugging for release. Why? I could not understand?
Was it trying to tell me something?
Hide me? Take me? Help me? Save me?
Hold me? Play me? Life so shortened by its form.
Rubber-ed, red, rounded, rasping,
Clasped I reeled within this crimson sphere.
Played I did though school, did bid me leave it well alone,
All that was and told was I, became a non existent sky.
Everywhere I was it followed,
As a new found friend in need of kindness,
Waited there it did for my return,
Loneliness was no more an enemy to me.
Whispered moments dreamed me to just fly, fly, and fly!
Friends then did participate; chased me into sharing with their gate of hidden
jealousy!
Ran I did to save that which then gave me such belief in that which cannot be.
Chased and trodden into reality!
Tied they did my floating friend,
Stones they threw to give it then an end!
Slowly slowly, tied and beaten!
Ridiculed for the magic there within it.
Held and made to watch the execution,
Tears did form within my loss, no retribution,
For this magic could never be seen again,
These so called friends cruel led me,
For the magic of there childhood was lost to them!
Then when dead and shrivelled,
Saddened lost, all the magic gone,
Laughter of my friendly enemies echoed in my mind!
Tears of how then could they be so cruelly unkind?
Lonely I stood in baron ground,
The magic I had known?
Could not be found,
Then all at once in sky of blue,
I saw the magic there anew!
Ten thousand floating forms of rain bowed colour
Snatched from babes in arms to beckon to me alone,
All a myriad of wonder to show me of the beauty that I may see!
Ten thousand mourners for the King of Air,
Did snatch and escape to meet me there!
They tore they flew amassed upon a timeless sky,
They came to me themselves to tie!
Carried then I was flown to a far off land,
To a place where no man could ever understand.
For magic there I tell you does truly exist.
In the form of a million unburst bubbles
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When heart of me be despot,
Solation overwhelms my serbonian mind.
On shoal of sand I take me there,
To lie in tamarisk bed of natures hand.
With tearful sighs and wave’d cries
I listen to the tread of Minoan feet
Then linger there in storied state,
My eyelids torn by armies stood at yonder gate.
A lucid lullaby dances then on trilobite shores.
And spirit is no more awash with hearts resort.
For still, invisible forces may me rest.
That I might once again be filled with awe.
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I heard the bells of Jericho, ring out in distant toll,
A soldier’s death so warranted beyond the city walls,
As rows of warrior’s silent, heard lament to mourn demise,
The soldier wished a promised curse, his eyes upon the skies.
In tempest to his passing, the sands began to stir,
A raging force so effortless, did spin the torpid air,
And darkened clouds did so then shroud, as army took to fright!
The day then made to darkness, as though the day were night.
Did strike of light then thunder, and city shake to ground,
So all souls kept the walls therein, did languish no more proud,
The earth to open caverns did eat as giants feast,
Till all souls dead within this place, the tempest did then cease.
A silent wake of deaths own make, did speak within its throw,
That son of Zeus the soldier, the people did not know?
So heed all ye who God to be, in judgement so on he!
For Gods not men to judge so then, on him who God doth be!
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Billy Bismark, bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Susie Shaw, shaded in a distant dream,
Billy Bismark bounced his ball onto her head,
Susie Shaw, then shook her hand and said,
“Naughty Billy Bismark, bouncing with your ball!”
“Naughty Billy Bismark, that Ball will you befall!”
Billy Bismark, bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Tilly Trite, lay under hedge unseen!
Billy Bismark bounced his ball upon her lap!
Tilly Trite, then to him did so snap!
Naughty Billy Bismark bouncing with your ball!
Naughty Billy Bismark that ball will you befall!
Billy Bismark bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Policeman Pete was walking past unseen!
Billy Bismark, bounced his ball onto his hat,
The Policeman took his ball, and that was that!
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Wind to wing does span the heavens,
Eagles heart to heights abound,
Soar me there with beats of angels,
Born in eyrie's forest found,
Eyes then focus to the freedom,
Lakes and land as patchwork quilt,
Clouds do pillow circles motions,
Glided oe’r his Kingdom built.
Fall of speed to purpose killing,
All he sees his meal unwilling,
Talons claw to cast the death,
Fleeted so as just one breath,
Call he does from a heaven on high,
Majesty of all the sky,
Soaring far above the earth,
Flighted from a noble birth.
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Her tears the rains that drowse upon the earth, to littered streets,
Soft her breath the breeze, to blow the cobwebs at her feet,
Seeds she does in hearts of men, a flower to so compare,
To concrete heights in cities found, no colours do they share,
That all the world an Eden she tasks in every day,
To butterfly our hopes and dreams in each and every way,
Yet man so cold and ignorant, her beauty blind to see,
That all the world in angels eyes, could spin so perfectly?
But paint she does in seasons then, the colours of this earth,
The autumn leaves her ochre; the winter snows her mirth,
Her summer sun to light the world in golden fields of prayer,
The spring a faithful promise that her heart for all to share.
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The Zoo keeper fussed, he cried and he cussed!
For the Elephant, gone astray!
“She was there last night!” He said in distress!
But isn’t in there today!
He looked on high, and he looked on low,
The elephant where?
Had she to go?
She would soon be found, because of her size?
No one could miss her, nor believe their eyes?
He called her name” Here, Bessie Boo!
“Here, Bessie Boo!
“Oh where are you?”
He called her name, but she’d gone to ground!
The elephant then could not be found!
He asked the Tiger so wild in his cage?
“Have you seen Bessie? The Elephant. (Sage)?”
“No growled the tiger” in a very low tone!
I am far too busy, chewing my meaty bone!
He asked the Giraffe.
“Where can she be?”
“I’ve my head in the clouds,
So I can’t see!”
He asked the monkeys, and they did say!
“Were too busy playing, so go away!”
So he asked the seals, if they did know?
“I can tell said one!”
“But a fish you must throw?”
“I have no fish!” said the keeper to know
So the seal then under the water did go!
“Oh where oh where can the elephant be?
And she is so big, for me to see!”
“Has she been stolen?”
“Has she then gone?”
“Oh Bessie Boo! Please come along?”
He asked the Zebras, where she might be,
But they raced away with their stripes to see!
He asked the parrots.
“Do you know where?”
But the parrots replied,
“We don’t give a care!”
So the Keeper did sit and he did cry!
For he could not find her,
However he tried?
But all at once!
When his heart was sunk,
He felt a cuddle from a big grey trunk!
The elephant there, right by his side,
To hide and seek, it had then tried.
So cuddle and pat upon on the head,
The Keeper did warn in kind, and said!
“Don’t ever hide from me so then,
Or no buns for your tea!
Not ever again!”
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Then as a child left to run wild,
No worry or care no evils were there.
Watching the sun through eyelids just born.
Playing with nature in dens made of corn.
On an ocean of flowers so upright and blue,
We would play pirates on a great sea of hue.
Time existed only in seasons,
No need of when?
No need of reasons.
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First night, first kiss, eyes smouldering, promises of heavenly bliss,
Glide me to her bed that I might show her the worship I can!
Beauty in blindness I see, sensuality strokes the need within me,
God made her skin so soft; truly she is the Holy Grail.
The cup of life drinks me in, that I might sin to the needs of its thirst,
Her I found, perfect, feminine, perfumed to convince my lust,
Coffee to caresses, breath undresses as it pants to minds illusions,
Naked I never saw such perfection, even as my eyes are closed to ecstasy,
Touch desire, formed in fingers need to caress in gentle asking?
Man of me dilates to yearnings deep within her.
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