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kellysavalas
kellysavalas
49/M/Manchester I am An Actor, Comedian, Photographer,Writer, Poet
There’s Batman & Robin and Joker the fool Two-face and Penguin, The Riddlers a Tool Superman, Aquaman, Green Lanterns Light Cyborg and Nightwing are Ravens delight
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Super Heroes
As I walk through the Poppy Fields Watching the Red Flower glow I pause, and reflect, on the men that fell Men I didn’t even know. Loved ones from a different time. Taken from us in their prime Bodies lying dead strewed all around The grave stones of people from all different towns. In the Poppy fields as I ponder I sit and think and often wonder What might have been all those
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
The Poppy Fields
In my life I've had heartache and pain over and over and over again. I’ve been battered and beaten for no **** good reason. Accused and abused no matter the season I’ve laughed I’ve cried & remembered those who have died like My brother, My Sister My Mum  and My Dad. They were  All in my life all that I had. I tell a lie I have another brother too from a family of six down to just two. In my life I’ve seen things that make me cry, like a dog with its head blown off I don’t know why. I seen a man who died from falling from on high. It’s vague image now and yes he did die. In my life I’ve lost those that I loved, some are still here and some are above. I have six children who I really miss, my babies are growing up I have no one to kiss. In my life I remember faces and places and names of people from all different races. I’ve held  Kangaroos, Koalas, & Snakes I've seen people who just love eating cakes. The memories are clear, true and unjust In My Life they were people I'd trust
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
In My Life
As I leave my loved ones so far behind They are never further from my mind My Wife, My Son, My baby daughter We go over the top like lambs to the slaughter I peek out, pop my head out ever so slightly I’m scared that I will never get back to Dear old Blighty The days, the weeks, and months pass by, I’ve seen so many soldiers I’ve watched them all die Friends and comrades from all different ages There’s a soldier who writes home he uses some many pages For King, For Country, for an Empire so mighty I hope someday to go back to Dear old Blighty. My friends are gone, there is no one They all died in the battle of the Somme This war that I leave makes me grieve I'm not sure if I can go on I’ve been shot, I’m wounded but thank god Almighty I’m going home back to Dear old Blighty
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Back To Dear Old Blighty
All my Yesterday’s are all your Tomorrow’s And Tomorrow is a day I long for To see my wife, My children, To eat good english food Will there be no end to this needless war All my Yesterday’s should always be your Tomorrow’s And tomorrow is a day that I miss For yesterday is just a dream There is no time to reminisce All my Yesterday’s are like all your Tomorrow’s And Tomorrow never comes for Tomorrow is just a vision With a distant sound of the drums All my Yesterday’s will always be your Tomorrow’s How have I managed to cope Yesterday is just a dream of happiness And Every Tomorrow is a vision of Hope
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
All My Yesterday’s
There was a small brown Richard the third In my hands it’s sounds absurd I looked at it and stared at it And thought it best To put the Richard The Third back in its nest
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Small Brown Richard The Third
My benefits were stopped after I lost my appeal For a problem with my back which is ever so real I applied for a job with real good money I have to take it serious this job isn’t funny I’m approaching 50 with enough to show They liked my cv that I do know I’m glad I’m off that awful benefits It’s get you down makes you feel like **** My back will not dictate to me anymore I’m in charge it will know the score. At last I have turned a corner in my life My next objective is to get me a wife. I’m happy not sad and I’m not a cruiser I have a friend who really is a loser The people at my appeal did me a favour Finally I have something that I can savour From 16 years old I was on benefits Coasting through life it really is the pits. But finally after trying for so many years I got myself a job so cheers
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Job
As I look into your eyes. Your smile is so radiant As we walk under the stars And we talk for hours on end. As the moon shines down Upon us both And time is against us As I smell your scent With my money you spent I don’t get a kiss or a cuddle I just get myself all in a muddle. Wondering if you like me at all Maybe you do or maybe you don’t Maybe you will maybe you won’t It’s time for me to express my feelings I just want to say I love you
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Feelings
Ivan has got a big fod He’s also bit of a barmy sod He thinks he’s Sean Connery But he’s no even honary Ivan has got a big fod Ivan has got big tash He loves to eat bangers and mash He sits staring  into space With a blank look upon his face Ivan has got a big tash Ivan is a real nice guy I can’t put my finger on it I don’t know why Maybe it’s the fact he’s quite shy Ivan really is a nice guy
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Ivan
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva She’s the lady that gives out the Wagon Wheels and the Tea There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva And to Elva I’d like to thank her from me. To Elva we give a cheer she’s a fantastic Volunteer With tea, and biscuits, and wagon wheels. To Elva it is no big deal There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva She’s the lady with the wagon wheels and tea. There's a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva And maybe she should receive the OBE To Elva we thank you for your time you give. We are the befrienders boys James, Martin, Jo, Mark, Garth, and Me And you make such a beautiful cup of tea There’s a lady in the Methodist church swears she’s Elva She the lady with the Wagon Wheels and Tea There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva And to Elva you fill our hearts with glee And from the Befrienders Boys We’d just like to say Thank you for the Wagon Wheels today Thank you for the Tea, and The Coffee, and the time that you give
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
The Lady with the Wagon Wheels