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Thomas clark Mar 2016
My eyes are growing heavy
My yawns are getting worse
My brains not going forward
It,s now stuck in reverse

My writers block
Is approaching like the tide
My girlfriend is snoring
Right by my side

My pillow is calling me
The duvet looks so inviting
But I,m gonna make a coffee
So I can keep on writing

I,m fighting a fight
I know I just can,t win
As tiredness surrounds me
As I think of giving in

The moon is so bright tonight
The sun will soon be dawning
So goodnight everyone
And please stop yawning
Thomas clark Mar 2016
God
I don,t believe in god
Or the man in the sky
And if you listen closely
I,ll try to tell you why

I read about the things he did
To give us a better life
But how can I believe it's true
When there's so much trouble and strife

If I was god
For even just one day
And I could perform a miracle
I,d take all pain away

No one would starve
No one would die
No one would go hungry
No one would cry

No one would fight
No one would ****
We,d all have a place to live
There,d be no blood to spill

I,d undiscover the atom bomb
And nuclear weapon too
If I was god
This and more I,d do

So me being mr average
Just a mortal man
How can I believe in a god
Who does,nt when he can
Thomas clark Mar 2016
I touched your belly
And shouted hello
Can you hear me bump
I guess I,ll never know

I know scientists say
Babies hear in the womb
Can you hear me bump
One kick if  it's true

Whoa bump
I said one kick will do
Guess you ai,nt learnt to count yet
Cos you gave me two

Hurry up bump
Please don,t be late
I would really love to meet you
I just can,t wait

I guess you,d like to know
How you got in mummies belly
Well I can,t lie to you
There was nothing on the telly

Seven month more
And we,ll finally meet
Will you be another boy
Or a little girl so sweet

Not that it matters
I really just don,t care
A boy or a girl
Daddies always there

I love you Clare
I love bump too
So to you both
A big thank you
Thomas clark Mar 2016
I remember our first kiss
Was it really so long ago
When our lips first met
I knew I never wanted to let you go

A million kisses later
And it still feels the same
I still get the butterflies
When you whisper my name

We carved our names on that sapling
Laughed like it was a joke
Now where that sapling stood
Is a fifty year old oak

So many bridges
We built then we burnt
Some good times some bad times
We can,t say there were,nt

But as we grow old together
Like so many people do
I realised I still feel the same
As when our love was new

So when our life clock stops ticking
I hope it's mine that stops first
Cos a life without you
Just could,nt be any worse
Thomas clark Mar 2016
We got a new apprentice
Willem is his name
We nicknamed him Rodney
Cos he,s a plonker just the same
He,s a canny kid really
But bites like a shark
So we wind him up all the time
Just for a lark
He climbs the ladder like a girl
Takes a week to get to the top
Never gets us what we ask for
When we send him to the shop
He,s trying to pack in smoking
It really is a joke
When he ***** on his vipe
And vanishes in a cloud of smoke
We let him paint at bahtias
The bit round the door
he painted next doors wall
And got more on the floor
It splashed on his face
His hands were white
He,s really no Picasso
In fact he,s *****
But I really like him
He reminds me of me
I was like that too
When I was THREE!!!!!!
Thomas clark Mar 2016
I don,t hate you
I loathe your belief
To ****** people
To cause so much grief
How can it be the norm
To relish in the pain
Say no to terrorism
Again and again
To live by the sword
And swear by the bomb
I,m sorry to disagree
But it really is wrong
Thomas clark Mar 2016
My girl thinks I,m crazy
Or maybe even worse
Cos my head is filled with poetry
And I love writing verse

I write her love poems
Filled with beautiful word
She laughs in my face
And says that I,m absurd

But I don,t really mind
I love her free will
And no matter what she says
I go on writing still

Maybe one day
I,ll write a poem she loves
About football or knitting
Or white turtle doves

About Catherine Cookson books
Or a peter Andre song
Canal boats in Venice
Or a trip to hong kong

About dance moms
Her favourite tv show
I very much doubt it
But I guess you never know

So I keep going
And with every word
I,m beginning to wonder
Am I really absurd..????????
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