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MY TWO GIRLS...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Let me tell you about my two girls...my Sharon, and my Michelle.. The eldest is my Sherbie...the youngest is my Belle... My two girls are my future...they've also been my past... right now they are my present...I'll love them unti... Read more

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Business Magnate.

poem by Talal Uddin

You can marry a Business Magnate/ Who can buy a palace for you/ Where every facilities are tasted/ Such as swiming pool, golf course, tennis play ground and what not?/ Including a vast of Volkswagen & Mercedes-Benz parking area/ You c... Read more

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Christmas Rhyme

poem by Keith Jepson

Merry Christmas to all you kids out there young and old It has just turned Christmas and I can't sleep, so from my bedroom window, I have a peek should I watch for Santa or stay in bed will I see Rudolph with his nose so red I... Read more

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Life is Karma

poem by AiR Atman in Ravi

Do you know why we came to earth? Why did we get this human birth? Everything that happens in our life is Karma. Very few of us realize the Truth of this drama! How does the Law of Karma work? What happens when from morals and ... Read more

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BROOKFIELD SCHOOL...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I really loved time spent at "Brooky"...my old Kirkby high school... I was always an interested pupil..trying to abide by their strict rule.. all through my learning years...I tried so hard from the very start.. enjoying the pract... Read more

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For G.L

poem by Jay Shades

Wanting to get to the finish line .You said it you did it So many unexpected losses we could never recuperate the loss factor We move forward in knowing they will be remembered correctly An achievement to make it this far , Fro... Read more

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THE MATCH...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Saturday mornings we'd head off happily to the match... We had to be quick...there was a bus to catch.. We'd get to Goodison early...me an' Bobby, me mate.. It was a 3 O'clock kick off....wouldn't dream of bein' late.. ..we'd leg... Read more

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Poetry in Motion

poem by Keith Jepson

Poetry in motion When it's windy on Walney it can cause a commotion, and when a tree sways its 'Poor tree in motion' Up on the shore, hold on to your hats You don't go when it's windy? You are scaredy cats Make the most o... Read more

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Friday on my mind...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I'm sittin' all alone ...again just thinkin' of you... patiently waitin' for Friday...to do things that we like to do.. With the turntable slowly turnin'...playin' music on your sister Ann's old Dansette... so cosy by the two bar ... Read more

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Bommy Nights

poem by Keith Jepson

Fourth of November they were very busy nights, nicking neighbours bonfire wood which caused quite a few fights Bonfires stacked everywhere, that's theirs, this is ours just look at thissen! That's there for the taking, we were ... Read more

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Did you

poem by Keith Jepson

Did you? Did you know what to do, when just a baby and needed a poo use your potty upside down and mummy didn't know whether to laugh or frown Did you on your upturned potty have a runny nose that was all snotty, rub it in fro... Read more

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Snow Fall In Russ...

poem by David P Carroll

Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers Two turtle doves in the tall oak tree smiling at me and Winter has arrived in Russia and a Bitter chill in the air as the cold wind blows it's winter in Russia tonight And the snow falling all t... Read more

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REAL LOVE...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"As I sat all alone in the hospital chair... I was embraced by my loved ones...all saying that they care... The messages of love...thick, and fast, to me they came.. overwhelming me with their love...they all said the same... I fe... Read more

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GOOD afternoon

poem by Keith Jepson

GOOD afternoon When I walk around our garden It's not like the 'Eden', Flowers need deadheading and the roses need feeding The grass is so tall, it needs a good cut, so I think to myself "Right" and head straight to my hut I ge... Read more

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Delutions of Happ...

poem by Hayzel Fountes

Having a Habromania is nothing but having Fallacy, Making yourself a Luciform into Trumpery is like making yourself a Ritual to the pointless... Delusions of Happiness are nothing but Mixtures of; Your Praiseworthy aspect... Read more

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Everlasting Love ...

poem by David P Carroll

My love for you is so powerful And true just listen to my heart beating Every day for you and I'm so in love with you Every day in life and our heart's are so pure and Full of Everlasting love in life, She's truly my beautiful... Read more

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Father.

poem by Andrew Dietrich

Who are you? The elusive father of they I search for they day after day Who are you? So elusive keep your babies at bay Do you think of us missing ones in your day? Who am I? The one who natures when mine cry. Who am I? The... Read more

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CHANGES...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"My life has changed, in so many different ways... as I look back to those very early innocent days. I had so much fun playing out...in that battered old street.. where kids had to be agile...and quick on their feet.. My earliest ... Read more

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Violet violins

poem by Alice inwonderland

A little lion lay by the water. Waiting. His shadow drizzled in the waters face. A little deer lay by the water. Waiting. Her shadow hid in the lions embrace. Violet violins, the sound of lavendar bells. The lion stays still in the de... Read more

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Our Love Story

poem by David P Carroll

A dream coming true A fairytale for me and you And where falling in love Tonight kissing softly And holding hands So tight and watching The stars shining so bright And forever in love we'll Be and our heart's will forever beat ... Read more