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Joe Cole Jul 2015
What was Frodo thinking as he sunk under the burden of the one ring*

I'm slipping into the twilight world of shadows sombre grey
No more a world of sunlight
Or of birdsong summer days
Legs weary, sore, I struggle 'neath the weight
But I still must struggle on
To reach the Morgul gate
In my small hands I hold the future of mankind
For them and for their freedom I now must be prepared to die
Why me? Why me? Why was I the chosen one?
But I must think not of the past
But of a new life not yet born
Obviously I would never try to compare myself to the greatness of Tolkien but in my wild imagination I tried to place myself in the mind of Frodo
  Jul 2015 Joe Cole
Musfiq us shaleheen
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*your words formed in heaven
and then to leave
pained in hell
then to resist

on going, the way turned to bend
in the end, the end couldn't be seen
then continued to move,
that is to say celestial

words within too many words, make a wreath of the words,
maybe tell a fairytale,
simple words have lost in melody, tune
steadfast sight of the beautiful seen, mystic in the midst of the road

alone, then after alone, painted the portrait of thy
joy of life music,
weaving the words, craving a poetry
comes at a time, loss at untimely

maybe born in dreams
within too many words, a few perches into soul
to create forms, what an amazing ties!
ah, this poetry book has lost in poetry!
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Joe Cole Jul 2015
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I sat down and thought
About what my life is worth
And came up with this

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Joe Cole Jul 2015
The thing about the life you've had
Is that there's no edit button
So think twice and act once
Joe Cole Jul 2015
But only if you're under twenty

Walk along a beach,
any beach any country
And pick a metre square of sand
Then paint a pen picture of what you see
SAND!!!!!!
Yes sand, simple really

Now, go back tomorrow
Same time and same patch of sand
SAND,!!!!!
Yes, sand. Yep you got it
Paint a pen picture of what you see

Now if you really looked at that patch of sand
The picture you painted today
Will be completely different from the picture
You painted yesterday

Simple, don't just look but look and see
Joe Cole Jul 2015
what a strange title*

If you want your words to last
Write them in concrete and set them fast
To often our words are written in sand
Washed away by the rising tide
Some poems get added to a group
Saved there for eternity
But most get tangled in the grains
Of rolling shifting moving sands
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