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 Jun 2013
Paul Hardwick
I remember
When I was young
you and me planted this tree
Now Dad as I see this tree blossom
the tree you called the tree of heaven

I can think only of you.
 Jun 2013
Paul Hardwick
You ask me
If i would like to dance
But how was I to know
In future i would dance alone
So i would not dance with you
Now i feel like i missed my chance
To dance with you.
 Jun 2013
Paul Hardwick
Like plastic soldiers
in a row
A gust of truth
and down they go like leaves

Sailing through this hour glass
the future *mingles
with the past
The writing hand runs out of ink
and IBM runs out of blink

*WAr
iS
Just
a
state
of
TiME
 Jun 2013
Paul Hardwick
In the misty morning
Just as night left
Just before the sun rose
We learn to walk
Before the walk turned into a run
Reaching for the stars in the sky
We left the ground before we learn to have fun
And wonder why children fall over
and cut the knees!
Please do comment on my words      regards Paul
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
The   TIME   was now
                                    but who knew
    what the time  WAS                                

NOW?
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
Drip did not fall
Drip just dropped
didn't drip at'all.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
IF.
IF just fell from the sky
IF that was real
IF wondered why
IF lay there for while
IF began to smile.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
The summer held it s breath
the winter looked the same as if never gone

then i saw the flower that was you.............Yes I saw you
coming back to me
as you never had before
and the summer was long
all lick dreams a feeling inside me
I nused my body so woman please
Shake wake me up please
For tomorrow i dream.
Answers please, on a post card.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
If I die tonight
that would be to soon for me
although means nothing to you
but the sun rises over my sky's
which wakes my soul and my eye's
so come to me
all you poets of your soul
some of you have a long time to go
to become as weathered as me
NOT as a GOOD thing would be SO
But luke I am your father

and if i went for gold
seven years in rome
would that make me anything more than i want to be

sometimes i pick my nose
never been known to bite my toe nails
sav'in that for my older years

I do not see any triangel stop sign in my way.
Really just words.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
I am a bank without cash
I am a ****** without the speed
I am science without knowledge
I am just me.
LOve the first 2 lines  Bank and ****** seems to go together with me.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
You are only as pritty as you feel
You are not pritty inside
So your only pritty as you feel.
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
What GOD wants
GOD gets

God Helps us all
                 P  a   u   l
 May 2013
Paul Hardwick
Mother i remember as
the pritty one with teats
not one of those other knobs
that chow cha chewed
do you mother remember me
i am the one you called
the black sheep
and on a good day Paul
tonight i remember all
you are my dispersible aspirin
and mother i need you now.
Bet not one of you thought this poem would be about that?   please do tell!
PAU L  :-)
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