roger-james-walker - Hello Poetry

i saw a number today , eight hundred words , showing more than , eight hundred feelings , come and look with me , dancing on sentences , music will join us , later .

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC

roger-james-walker

words .

i saw a number today , eight hundred words , showing more than , eight hundred feelings , come and look with me , dancing on sentences , music will join us , later .

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i didn't like the picture , so i broke the frame , the picture , like my dislike , was totally unframed .

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Jan 12, 2017

Jan 12, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC

roger-james-walker

pictures

i didn't like the picture , so i broke the frame , the picture , like my dislike , was totally unframed .

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We Poets Are by far The strangest ones The ones who see rhyme Where others just see pain The ones who find darkness where Others ignore it for the light The ones who write unabashedly And yet are still afraid to be themselves The ones who are childlike in our intentions But by far more mature in our thoughts and our means We have to be this way, because being a poet Is being strange and paradoxical, like life and death

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roger-james-walker

Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC

breeze-mist

The Strangest Ones

We Poets Are by far The strangest ones The ones who see rhyme Where others just see pain The ones who find darkness where Others ignore it for the light The ones who write unabashedly And yet are still afraid to be themselves The ones who are childlike in our intentions But by far more mature in our thoughts and our means We have to be this way, because being a poet Is being strange and paradoxical, like life and death

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Wasn't many days ago . we were weaving in the mills . they called our names . ten at a time . and taught us how to **** . see that young girl crying . standing on the shore . turn around and wave boys . you'll see her face no more Sent as rats with thin tin hats . mow us down in rows . here we go together boys . we've no time left to grow . see that young girl crying . standing on the shore . blow a kiss goodbye boys . you wont kiss her anymore . Taken from the mill towns . left face down in the blood . we never dreamed we'd die boys . but others knew we would . see that young girl waving . standing on her own . turn around and wave boys . we wont be coming home . Before we all go over boys . one thing they never said . they'll carve our names . ten at a time . among our brothers , dead . see that girl upon the shore . slowly turning round . she'll soon be standing next to you . laying flowers on the ground ..

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC

roger-james-walker

The Herity boys .

Wasn't many days ago . we were weaving in the mills . they called our names . ten at a time . and taught us how to **** . see that young girl crying . standing on the shore . turn around and wave boys . you'll see her face no more Sent as rats with thin tin hats . mow us down in rows . here we go together boys . we've no time left to grow . see that young girl crying . standing on the shore . blow a kiss goodbye boys . you wont kiss her anymore . Taken from the mill towns . left face down in the blood . we never dreamed we'd die boys . but others knew we would . see that young girl waving . standing on her own . turn around and wave boys . we wont be coming home . Before we all go over boys . one thing they never said . they'll carve our names . ten at a time . among our brothers , dead . see that girl upon the shore . slowly turning round . she'll soon be standing next to you . laying flowers on the ground ..

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give me a long coat , i'll win a speed boat , winning the races , wind in our faces , show me a winner then , take her to dinner then , give her my long coat , when her heart goes cold .

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Nov 1, 2016

Nov 1, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC

roger-james-walker

date .

give me a long coat , i'll win a speed boat , winning the races , wind in our faces , show me a winner then , take her to dinner then , give her my long coat , when her heart goes cold .

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all i can say is all i'm allowed to say . all i can do , is to be done , i have a picture , bleached by the Sun , i'm coming back for you , i know where to find you , waiting for today ... all i can see is all i'm shown , all i can have has been had , i have a memory , weathered by time , i'm coming home for you , i know where to find you , waiting for today .

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC

roger-james-walker

Waiting for today .

all i can say is all i'm allowed to say . all i can do , is to be done , i have a picture , bleached by the Sun , i'm coming back for you , i know where to find you , waiting for today ... all i can see is all i'm shown , all i can have has been had , i have a memory , weathered by time , i'm coming home for you , i know where to find you , waiting for today .

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