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Best Poems Written by Robert Broadbent

Below are the all-time best Robert Broadbent poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Rocking Horse Cowboy

The Rocking Horse Cowboy

I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys
I yea ha along with the best
Me finger and thumb
I use as a gun
And ride the top horse in the west

I ride the top horse in the west
He’s sturdy and ready to please
It’s no big deal
When he shares my meal
I feed him fish-fingers and peas

I feed him fish-fingers and peas
Then he’s ready to canter and go
He really flies
When chasing bad guys
And always we catch them, you know

Always we catch them, you know
Those bad guys who pinch all my toys
We never fail
To throw them in jail 
I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys

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The Magic Land

The Magic Land

There is a magic land I know,
Where Dragons fly and Giants grow,
Where rainbows hide a pot of gold,
And Leprechauns grow very old.

Elves can fire their arrows true,
And Witches put a spell on you,
Owls can talk, are very wise,
Beanstalks reach up to the skies.

Gnomes win battles with their swords
Fairies give out nice rewards,
Pixies like to mess around,
While Ogres stamp upon the ground.

There’s talking rabbits and giant bees,
And Pirates rule the seven seas,
Unicorns with healing blood,
This magic land is childhood!

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Cheap Entertainment

Cheap entertainment 

We didn’t need computers
To keep us entertained
We didn’t need no Donkey Kong
We had that Ludo game
We didn’t need no gadgets
To count the steps, we’ve gone
We just had a skipping rope
And the salt and pepper song
We didn’t need no fancy gym
Helping us keep fit
We just had a hoola hoop
A-spinning on our hip
We didn’t need no High-Tec firm
Selling expensive things
We were quite contented
With a yoyo on a string
We didn’t need a mobile phone
Forever on our faces
We’d get out, walk about
And explore some brand-new places

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The Sadness of the Tin-Soldier

The sadness of the tin-soldier

The little tin-soldier was crying
He didn’t understand
Why there was always fighting
Here on carpet-land
He aimed his gun to fire
But purposely he missed
The little tin-soldier was crying
Cos he was a pacifist 

He didn’t like going to war
To fight and then destroy
He just wanted picnics 
And to play with other toys
He would love to drive in cars
Or be in teddys gang
But then he saw a soldier
So he aimed and shouted bang

You got me now you dirty rat
The other soldier said
He then fell off the old chair arm
And landed on his head
He moaned a lot with oohs and aaars 
And laid there slowly dying 
I’m sorry so sorry said the tin-soldier man
And again he started crying

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I Dare To Dream

I dare to dream!

With all the horrors in the world,
The hatred there has been,
Where tolerance is very rare, 
Still I dare to dream!
A common cause, a joining hands, 
A sharing I have seen,
When man will love his fellow man,
Because I dare to dream!
Shock, revulsion, dreadfulness,
Evils yet unseen,
A river of tears still to flow,
And still I dare to dream!
Togetherness will win the day,
Bring an end to the selfish scheme,
Man, once lost, will find a way,
When the many dare to dream!

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The Sadness of a Three-Year-Old

The sadness of a three-year-old

Sadness filled the child’s eyes,
The pet lip and the tears,
“It run away, oh why, oh why?”
He asks, as mommy nears.
She picks him up and hugs him so,
Tells him, “Never mind”
Then sets the child’s heart aglow,
When another worm she finds!

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The Scarecrow

This lonely life of the scarecrow man,
Rewards are few, but I do what I can,
I’m losing straw, where I’ve lost a stich,
Me arms are aching and me nose does itch,
The cold, cold snow gives me frostbite,
The hours are long, and it’s lonely at night,
The heavy rain soaks me to the straw,
While the noisy crows just caw, caw, caw,
Not much to do but count the corn,
Sometimes I feel that life’s forlorn,
Me clothes all tatty and I look a slob,
But at least I’m lucky; I’ve got a job!

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The Little Pussycat

The little pussycat

I’m just a little pussycat 
I stretch and yawn and purr
I laze around the fireside
And groom my silky fur
I sit upon my mistress lap
And let her stroke my head
Give a little meow 
So she knows I must be fed

When the night time comes along
I sit there by the door
I hear the sound of silence
And it’s time to go explore
When I’m out upon the street
I spit and fight and scowl 
No longer just a pussycat
I’m a panther on the prowl 

I hide amongst the shadows
Where it’s really hard to see
And chase away the other cats 
Within my territory 
I arch my back and stand up tall
And never show no fear
I howl like a werewolf 
Whenever they come near

With mouse in mouth I head back home
When the birds begin to sing
My mistress then will open the door
And I try to sneak it in
No, no, no, not again
I’ll hear my mistress scream
In exchange for the dead old mouse
She’ll give me a bowl of cream

Then I’ll settle by the fireside
Contentedly I’ll purr
While away the daylight hours
Wash my paws and fur
I’ll stretch and yawn take a nap
Scratch along the mat
My mistress is so proud of me
I’m her little pussycat

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Looking Back On Summer Days

Looking back on summer days

On a sunny summer’s day
As I watch the butterfly
Dance around as the flowers sway
My heavy heart will sigh
When the buttercups all grow
And daisies cover the ground
This body now, that is so slow
Just wants to run around
When the blackbirds whistle farewell
To the chicks all leaving homes
New life begins in the glorious dell
I feel my aching bones
When the swallows begin to dive
My eyes are filled with tears
A wonderful summer I see arrive
But enter my twilight years

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Bygone Days

Bygone days

Climbing trees 
Paper boats
Scabby knees
Duffle coats
Pick n mix
Runny nose
Thrupenny bits
Scruffy clothes 
Flying kites
Desperate Dan 
Conquer fights
Tins of spam
Spots n pimples
Teachers cane
Hunting thimbles
Bronco lane
Skimming stones
Hopscotch
Nit combs
Chicken pox
Kicking cans
Running wild
Building dams
Fifties child