Author: Rob Bristol
Poetry
CRAYONS....
Crayons mixed together within my pencil case,
Never seem to argue by their colour, or their place,
They simply cling together, offering their use,
Never with resentment, on which one I shall choose.
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Some appear more popular, dependant on my choice,
Others wait more patiently, without an angry voice,
Each one has a purpose, none are left unused,
They fear no animosity, nor are they abused.
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I see when they are resting, red is next to white,
Purple sits by orange, without the urge to fight,
Green prefers the violet, yellow opts for blue,
Every one contented, by what they have to do.
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Would it not be perfect, if humans were like these,
Everyone just thankful. to honour and to please,
Instead of human conflict, living for a cause,
Sharing love and laughter, instead of starting wars.
LONESOME PATH..
Within the confines of the mind,
Memories which are left behind,
Remind us of the way we were,
Not knowing what was to occur.
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Forever wishing time to pass,
Searching for the greener grass,
Holding onto distant dreams,
But fools gold is not as it seems.
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Trudging down a lonesome path,
Not content with all you have,
Envy building up inside,
As you lose your sense of pride.
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Faced by what was to occur,
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FREE SPIRIT...
Waltzing together, through fields of green, each of us, searching for fun,
Retracing steps, where ancestors stood, as shadows grow under the sun,
Facing the challenges, destiny set, placed on the road up ahead,
Accepting all, we're expected to take, in seeking our daily bread.
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Side step together, avoiding a hazard, less we are burdened by strife,
Each accepting, the easiest route, to place us ahead during life,
Hurdles are placed, testing our strength, all jump together with me,
If we don't overcome, problems we face, how can we ever be free.
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Marching together, each of us proud, facing the w...
IMAGINARY FRIENDS...
He greets me every morning, the boy you cannot see
I often hear him talking as he walks with me,
My parents seem bewildered by my special friend,
As do all the neighbourhood, who cannot comprehend.
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At night he sleeps beside me, in my single bed,
Each morning I can sense him, messing with my head,
Implanting his opinions, deep within my mind,
Leaving all reality, trailing far behind.
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People who have witnessed me, talking to my mate,
Suggest I see a specialist, before it is too late,
They claim I am delusional, rife with mental health,<...
MARCH OF TIME..
MARCH OF TIME..
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What is a year but a number in time,
One less mountain that we may climb,
Errors we made are logged in the past,
As futures appear to be already cast.
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We all have a birth date as we arrive,
Facing a battle for staying alive,
Born to a world of hate and deceit,
Instructed to trust none one we meet.
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Growing in stature, days spent at school,
Learning how life may often be cruel,
Striving to travel the routes of success,
THE LETTER...
DEAR SANTA...
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A little boy in Africa, wrote Santa Claus a letter,
He asked for medication, to help his friends get better,
An end to hostile conflicts, so children would stop dying,
When he sat and read it, St Nicholas started crying.
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He saw a world in chaos, where children were not safe,
They struggled for survival, threatened by the Wraith,
Slaughtered in their thousands by scum like Tony Blair,
A liar and a coward, devoid of human care.
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His eyes were finally opened to a world, built on repression,
CHRISTMAS..THE REALITY....
See the old man on the street,
No socks or shoes upon his feet,
Without a place to call his home,
Watch him as he tends to roam.
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Begging food from passers by,
Most avoid to catch his eye,
Once a person of great stature,
Neighbours saw his whole world shatter.
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Trading on the stocks and shares,
One to manage his own affairs,
Treated friends to share his wealth,
Each one out to suit themself.
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The day we heard the market crash,
CHRISTMAS..
Autumn's nearly over, winter's looming near,
The season to be jolly, offering Christmas cheer,
Boys and girls are waiting, for Santa Claus to come,
A pair of socks for dad, I'm certain he wants Rum.
Mum is going shopping, buying seasonal treats,
Turkey for the main course, after dinner sweets,
For desert, plum pudding, minced pies for a snack,
Better clear the kitchen, she will soon be back.
Young ones are excited, what shall Santa bring?
Outside, people gather, to hear the carollers sing,
Brightly shining lanterns, lead them on their way,
Families reunited, upon Christmas day.
Snowflakes are now falling, children try to sleep,
Santa will be rumbled, should one try to peep,
Rudolph waits with patience, and a shiny nose,
THE BEACH...
As oceans meet a golden beach,
I search for dreams, within my reach,
Gentle waves caress my feet,
Strangers share a friendly greet.
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Forever one to look ahead,
Free from all that caused my dread,
The past is better left behind,
Casting shadows from my mind.
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The sun, reflected on the sea,
Provokes a sense of mirth in me,
As I view her golden rays,
I look ahead to better days.
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Echoes of a distant roar,
...A QUESTION OF REALITY....
Is it merely a perception, locked within your mind,
Perhaps you may be leaving reality behind,
An imaginary friend, one cannot see or feel,
Still you insist this nonsense is for real.
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Seven day sinners, gathered in a church,
Reciting from a bible, where all untruths lurch,
Stories so incredible, choir boys abused,
Contradictions which are timeless, leaving one confused.
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Some believe in Heaven, high above the cloud,
Dead sea scrolls of history, plus the Turin Shroud,
An ark with every species, safely housed onboard,
THE STARVING CHILDREN...
We wake up every morning to hear the end is nigh,
As I view the daily papers, I cannot help but cry,
Greed appears most prevalent in every major nation,
So tell me why are children, dying of starvation?
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Unprecedented earthquakes generate a plan,
Nations stand in unity to help out where they can,
Aid arrives in hours after speedy preparation,
So tell me why are children, dying of starvation?
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Conjuring deceptions, we’ve heard it all before,
The lies of politicians, to justify their war,
Money is no object in a hostile situation,<...
MIDNIGHT EXPRESS..
By shadow of night, the midnight express,
A mighty machine, designed to impress,
With passengers gathered, safely on board,
Into the distance, the mighty beast roared.
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All pistons pulsating, she thundered along,
With steam creating a pressure so strong,
Stoking the coal, like a phantom possessed,
No time for the crew, in taking a rest
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Speeding through valleys, set on a course,
Approaching a bridge, to carry her force,
Passing by homes, with children asleep,
Into the valleys, where rivers run deep.
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Gripping the rails, letting off steam,
Power produced by Stevensons dream,
Raging with fire, fulfilling her need,
Racing through tunnels at maximum speed
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Nearing the city, her station in sight,
Crowds await, as people alight,
Camera lights flicker, passengers board,<...
MIDNIGHT EXPRESS..
By shadow of night, the midnight express,
A mighty machine, designed to impress,
With passengers gathered, safely on board,
Into the distance, the mighty beast roared.
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All pistons pulsating, she thundered along,
With steam creating a pressure so strong,
Stoking the coal, like a phantom possessed,
No time for the crew, in taking a rest
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Speeding through valleys, set on a course,
Approaching a bridge, to carry her force,
Passing by homes, with children asleep,
Into the valleys, where rivers run deep.
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Gripping the rails, letting off steam,
Power produced by Stevensons dream,
Raging with fire, fulfilling her need,
Racing through tunnels at maximum speed
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Nearing the city, her station in sight,
Crowds await, as people alight,
Camera lights flicker, passengers board,<...
CHRISTMAS SURPRISE..
Christmas day morning and Santa had been,
As children awoke to a glorious scene,
Admiring the presents under the tree,
Wondering what they could possibly be.
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A dolly for Sandie, whilst Tim got a game,
Mum got a painting, complete with a frame,
Dad received trainers, in which he could jog,
But the best gift of all, was that of a dog.
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Sandie and Timmy were full of surprise,
At the sight of a pup with love in his eyes,
He gave both children a lick on the face,
Then set about exploring the place.
<...THE TELEPHONE CALL....
It was just another evening, as I sat alone,
When a stranger called me on the telephone,
His voice was not familiar, as he began to speak,
Whilst I listened to his wisdom, he made my legs go weak.
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He told me of a future that offered little hope,
One of devastation, civilians would not cope,
Pollutions we had scattered were poisoning the earth,
Babies not surviving, beyond the point of birth.
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Cattle were not grazing, no life form in the sea,
Wheat was now a memory, along with bread for tea,
Farmers crops faced failure on these barren la...
YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE...
There are people in the world today, who take more than they give,
Seeking out the easy route, by which they choose to live,
Ignoring needs of others, in need of warmth and care,
Acting purely for themselves, as though they’re unaware.
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Without thought or compassion, for those in dire need,
Driven by a selfish streak, to satisfy their greed,
People with deep pockets, who often go astray,
When the round on order, was theirs in turn, to pay.
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Accepting many favours, they give none in return,
Losing their acquaintances, as people come to lear...
DREAMS..
Relaxing with nightcap before I go to bed,
Accompanied by images, trapped within my head,
Travelling through a dreamland, visions of the mind,
To old familiar places, long since left behind.
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Though I recognise them, all appear so strange,
I look around for people, but no one is in range,
Shadows in the distance, suggest some one is there,
But when I move in closer, they seem to disappear.
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Sliding down a rainbow, to a land unknown,
Greeted by a Fairy Queen, sitting on her throne,
All seems so surreal, I know this can’t be true,
Pixies who are friendly, offer me a brew.
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Travel to the future, things which lie ahead,
All which I can witness, fills me full of dread,
The earth is in destruction, their is no form of life,
Oceans have reclaimed the land, disease is running rife.
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Step back in...
Disillusioned people
Disillusioned people in a disillusioned world,
Run by corporations, where corruption is unfurled,
Evil megalomaniacs dealing in sleaze,
Welcome to a world of political unease.
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Conjuring deceptions, lies to which he swore,
Blair committed treachery, by taking us to war,
Demanding teenage conscripts, fight on foreign soil,
Whilst ignoring all attrocities, of nations without oil.
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Corruption is rife in the corridors of power
The cloistered halls of Whitehall, where all scoundrels cower,
Faceless politicians, there to air our views,
Feeding from the profits, of the power they abuse.
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That fateful night in Paris, where Diana lost her life,
Was it accidental, or the murder of a wife,
Questions go unanswered, facts remain unheard,
Disillusioned people ... in a disillusioned world....
BOATS...
Drifting along on a wave of emotion,
Avoiding the crowds. and all their commotion,
Nothing obscures the sun and the sea,
As I go in search, of who I may be.
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Do we truly know who we are,
How others perceive us, from near and afar,
There will be those, who find us offhand,
Whilst some shall obey, our every command.
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We stare at a mirror, to see our reflection,
Maybe that leads, to our own misconception,
People all offer their differing views,
Dependant upon, which image they choose.