gerard-featherstone - Hello Poetry

Im glad Penguins are happy at London Zoo! But am I not like a little Penguin too? Im sociable, and a good swim, is a nice treat. With cupped hands, and fins on my feet. I can hold my breathe, not as long I know. Catch fish with my mouth, in my Tuxedow. Please illuminate me, And show you care. Smash your machines, "go on I dare". Sweep up your plastic, it pollutes our Earth Please mister man, let's have a rebirth.

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Jun 16, 2019

Jun 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC

Bitz and Beeches

Im glad Penguins are happy at London Zoo! But am I not like a little Penguin too? Im sociable, and a good swim, is a nice treat. With cupped hands, and fins on my feet. I can hold my breathe, not as long I know. Catch fish with my mouth, in my Tuxedow. Please illuminate me, And show you care. Smash your machines, "go on I dare". Sweep up your plastic, it pollutes our Earth Please mister man, let's have a rebirth.

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The intangible vibrates. Filling pots and china plates. Sensing nourishing the feeding. Giving love to lifes lost meaning. Looking all around the rooms. Empathies face now assumes. Minds moments feelings touch. Eternal spirits out to lunch.

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC

MY NAME IS....

The intangible vibrates. Filling pots and china plates. Sensing nourishing the feeding. Giving love to lifes lost meaning. Looking all around the rooms. Empathies face now assumes. Minds moments feelings touch. Eternal spirits out to lunch.

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Aye aye Captain, the Enterpise its not. Said reliable Mr Scott. Wind it up, lets see it work. Said courageous Captain Kirk. Its a logical looking clock. Said the inimitable Mr Spock. Such wisdom to the face. Said the life form made of Lace. Tick Tock Tick Tock said the clock. I dont undertand whats being said. Im just a clock, that goes tick tock. And now its time for bed. Boing.

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Mar 29, 2017

Mar 29, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC

Warp me outta here...

Aye aye Captain, the Enterpise its not. Said reliable Mr Scott. Wind it up, lets see it work. Said courageous Captain Kirk. Its a logical looking clock. Said the inimitable Mr Spock. Such wisdom to the face. Said the life form made of Lace. Tick Tock Tick Tock said the clock. I dont undertand whats being said. Im just a clock, that goes tick tock. And now its time for bed. Boing.

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My African Dream Alive in the day. This nightmare is real Where no children play. Me a young women A Tutsi my clan. Survive and keep learning Is all I can plan. Dead fall in front Dead fall behind Fear is about me No safety to find. Machete, machine gun

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC

I RUN WITH THE BOOK:

My African Dream Alive in the day. This nightmare is real Where no children play. Me a young women A Tutsi my clan. Survive and keep learning Is all I can plan. Dead fall in front Dead fall behind Fear is about me No safety to find. Machete, machine gun

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I found myself in anothers eyes. Reflecting all my wants and why's. By our hearts beats a universe. Our love to give and not rehears. Through our eyes I saw myself In all my sickness and in health. For all my truth and selfworth.. Conected being with life on Earth. This love I feel gives all meaning. Building real; made in dreaming.

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC

I have a dream.

I found myself in anothers eyes. Reflecting all my wants and why's. By our hearts beats a universe. Our love to give and not rehears. Through our eyes I saw myself In all my sickness and in health. For all my truth and selfworth.. Conected being with life on Earth. This love I feel gives all meaning. Building real; made in dreaming.

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Balloon three held her spirit As friends stood, long with looking. Balloon two symbolised her mind. And family lined along her way. Her strong heart filled the first one Leading the journey up to the sun. We said goodbye, and people cried. Feeling moving, thoughts, we tried All other balloons just like friends Ever close through curves and bends. One by one for home we turned Lost in thought, as memories burned, Moments passed. Which are now yearned. Without a high, Our inside’s churned.

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC

Goodbye to Janice

Balloon three held her spirit As friends stood, long with looking. Balloon two symbolised her mind. And family lined along her way. Her strong heart filled the first one Leading the journey up to the sun. We said goodbye, and people cried. Feeling moving, thoughts, we tried All other balloons just like friends Ever close through curves and bends. One by one for home we turned Lost in thought, as memories burned, Moments passed. Which are now yearned. Without a high, Our inside’s churned.

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It just crept up on me. Longer then before, Wider too. Defining an ageing face With deeper lines "My nose" In harmony, with the longer ears. Sinking my eyes..

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC

FACEING

It just crept up on me. Longer then before, Wider too. Defining an ageing face With deeper lines "My nose" In harmony, with the longer ears. Sinking my eyes..

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