Paul Hardwick: Poems

Jan 2014 · 460

Two old ladies.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Two old ladies.

***

:-)

Two old ladies
sat on a bench
a streaker ran past
one had a stroke
the other
could not reach!

:-)

***

Jan 2014 · 238

Brink.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Brink.

Brink took the time, to blink, and

                                                 T
                                               U
                                              r
                                            n
                                          ed

On himself, why?
  Was he standing there
     Here on this shelf

                                            M
                                           O
                                        V
                                        I
                                      N
                                    G

  K    C   a  B

Looked at himself
Man I am not
Going anywhere.

Jan 2014 · 511

Down in a flood.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Down in a flood.

Down in a flood
   When I let my mind go
      Now you can not move me
          From what I say just now
                                                         See I down in a flood
                                        Sometimes it is like opening a can of worms
                                                     words feel like my brother
                                                                                        words in a flow
                                                                                            opening shapes in my mind
                                                                                                Just another flow of words
                                                                                                    long into a sleepless night

                                                                Down in a flood.

Jan 2014 · 316

As a surrealist.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

As a surrealist.

I would like to die during the night
in my dreams
where people and place mean nothing
but a confusion to me

SPOCK! make it SO.

Jan 2014 · 348

I have colours in my mind.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

I have colours in my mind.

Grey's of places I have been
in places where I have seen
but you run through my mind
now that it is lateral think
I am looking inside of my own heart
sunshine of places of what was me and you.

blink and you will miss it
how are you going feel when your woman
is with another man
traveling in the dark, can not see anything
laying here, talking to the moon
talking to what was.

Tell me please
What do you see
for my life is hurting
I have no blinding light
so I just lay in the radiation of the sun of night
Moon You Tell Me Alot!

Jan 2014 · 341

Never have a stroke.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Never have a stroke.

your right leg
never knows
what you left leg dose
it,
is easy
to forget in your mind
bit like mind blindness
13 steps of shear madness
I know my body tells me so
with aches and pains.

All true, I just fell down my stairs, it is OK I feel aright, just some carpet burns.

Jan 2014 · 743

All my slipper's do is slip.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

All my slipper's do is slip.

Now I know why they call them slipper's
all they do is slip
no ice here
but it felt like there was.

13 steps on the stairs
to batter my bones
good job I bounced back
Must be young enough
but man my back is sore.

They say you see your life
but all I felt was pain
so please
tell me your not going to do that again
Love a man black and blue.

This is true, can I still walk YES, but tomorrow is another day, think I will hurt, if only the carpet burns, please do not try this at home. Sore P A U L .

Jan 2014 · 794

Shit just fell down my stairs tonight.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

**** just fell down my stairs tonight.

Not joking
I did fall down my stairs
13 steps from the top to the bottom
did not help that I am drunk
think I got some carpet burns up my back
I am drunk because I had a bad few days at work
and it is on my mind
who said security is easy
believe me it plays on your mind
no job is easy
but I think I will be aright.

Jan 2014 · 215

You know, you know more than me!

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

You know, you know more than me!

Poet tell me off please

YOu know more than me
and if you do not
then f**k oFF
Тимоти
Dishier
I bleed like you all
when I slip I fall
I have red blood
born of my genes=
that is why my name is Paul.

Jan 2014 · 279

Darkness looks like you.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Darkness looks like you.

Being punch and falling to my knees
I was winded
I did not see you pick me up
out of the darkness i saw you
a beauty that was sure
you held me back out of that fight
all I could do was look at you
your beauty a woman
that was black.

ture story

Jan 2014 · 208

Untitled

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Untitled

Woman you should think in your funny way
Of all the things you are dreaming

IN A FUNNEY WAY.

BUt woman
dream on in your own
funny way

Of all the things you have just beyond your reach.

Sorry ******* :-0 hurt me hate me so But it is true!
P A U L ***

Jan 2014 · 342

Dreams are just bent like rainbows.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Dreams are just bent like rainbows.

You must have seen this happen to you
dreams are bent like rainbows
I was just little old me
in mind to look after myself
and you can in my life
and told me so
before that I did that
so woman
do not ask me
what I think of you
for I will not give the answer
you want me to
and do not ask does my *** look big in this
for yes
you are woman and your *** looks big
so get a grip
you are what you are
and that is why i am, i like you,
do my **** sag " YES THEY DO "
Woman you had better ask
why do I love you!

This was a dream where it all mapped out. P A U L ***

Jan 2014 · 334

DReams are like bursting pillows of feathers.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

DReams are like bursting pillows of feathers.

When I dream
now call me surreal
it happens like something bursting in my head
pillows of feathers

But that is not what I feel
most common i feel like I want a wee
sometimes the alarm has just gone off
and got mixed with my dreams

If it goes of twice that
I do not like
for I will dream
dream again!!!

Witten while listening to the Black Sabbath < ----- So E N G L I SH! PAUL :-)

Jan 2014 · 225

This is french Âge de l'adolescence.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

This is french Âge de l'adolescence.

Âge de l'adolescence.
La vie ne fait pas revolver autour de vous du tout

ni je du tout.

P A U L “ :-)

Computers are still not so good. :-0

Jan 2014 · 700

I never huff of puff or blow any where.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

I never huff of puff or blow any where.

Denis sat in his cave
as at this time of night
all dragon's do
I could have bitten that baby he thought
if he had not been so cute
and what warded me off
what was the truth?
and what was that glow
around his head
I just could not
and had to let him lay
in that manger there.

One for Marian Maz mazzy .              X
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Jan 2014 · 153

Right handdoes not **know**.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Right handdoes not **know**.

What my left
is doing today

Jan 2014 · 252

My head just turn's over.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

My head just turn's over.

Winter is here
water and stone so cold
man there is no fire here
I am not my own best friend right now
and my own, do tell me
don't listen to them great sounds
right now keeps me up all night
so my head turn's over
as I play
my music through my new
H E A D P H O N E S.

I hate winter P A U L

Jan 2014 · 210

Falling over with both eyes open.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Falling over with both eyes open.

Falling over with
both eyes open
woman you do not have
to tell me how
that **** hurts,
                                     and how did you know
                                     look you got your life
                                     I have mine
                                     I did not ask this of you
                                     now you talk of love

I
am
F  A  L  L  I  N  G

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B O T H        E Y E ’ S       O    P   E   N.

Jan 2014 · 133

Untitled

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Untitled

Falling over with
both eyes open
woman you do not have
to tell me how
that **** hurts,
                                     and how did you know
                                     look you got your life
                                     I have mine
                                     I did not ask this of you
                                     now you talk of love

I
am
F  A  L  L  I  N  G

D

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B O T H        E Y E ’ S       O    P   E   N.

Jan 2014 · 191

If there is a beginning.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

If there is a beginning.

If there is a beginning
was it one
I knew about
was it me or you
mother you have
never told me now
my eye's are blue
not as brown as your's or dad's
mother is there something
I should know?

Jan 2014 · 452

mirrorrorrim.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

mirrorrorrim.

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who is the maddest                                     tstddam eht si ohw
of them all                                      lla meht fo

PAUL                                     paul

Jan 2014 · 347

I S t i m e .

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

I S t i m e .

I   S               t  i  m  e  .
i n    m  y   h e a d  ?

or
in
my
heart
a
question
I
now
often
ask.

I
T  h  i  n  k
t    i   m  e
i   s
m  e.

Jan 2014 · 227

THE.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

THE.

T*     H      E
Pattern OF my words

                Speaks TO us

A   LL.

It just does
in so many words
some different than other's
But all the same in BLACK and WHITE
and RED all over
or is that just me?

Jan 2014 · 272

Each Time.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Each Time.

Each Time
I hear
your
heart beat
as I sleep here next to you
my heart will also
beat
to the rhythm
we like to call life.

Jan 2014 · 288

Now I am a man.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Now I am a man.

Now I am a man
who loves one and all
idea's come and go by
I am a man
who puts up with most
its just other people
I can not stand.

Jan 2014 · 632

As I drift outside my head.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

As I drift outside my head.

As I drift outside my head
I know my mind becomes closed
TO who I AM and all enclosed
My shoulders becomes head
my mind dreams
of nothing
other than what it has been
and gone before
I see lizards
that become wizards
dam I am a sleep again.

are these
dreams yours
or mine?

Surreal 22

Jan 2014 · 321

In the book of T I M E Life and the universe.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

In the book of T I M E Life and the universe.

The first page
what can I translate

"the smile from your eye's the like I had never seen before"
"sixteen years seams like that past in blink".

But when I turn over the page
the letters have gone
but that was the best book I have ever read.

"counting lambs counting sheep
we will fall into sleep"

Paulxxx.

Jan 2014 · 482

Me and the Bee.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Me and the Bee.

one day while leaning against a tree
a bee flew over my shoulder
and landing on my arm
did ask?

Who are you
and where do you fit in my world?

And pushing back ageists the tree, with great surprise
I replied I am who I want to be
and he replied
I am just a bee then stung me.

Jan 2014 · 711

The day Pink met Purple.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

The day Pink met Purple.

In
a
Day
gone
by.

The son met a man
and everything after that went to hades
youth is what we do
and we do never ask
and in later life
after time itself passes by us
we come to ask.

What
am
I
missing
here.

Then Pink met Purple
and Jesus asked
what do you mean to me
a question hard to answer.

Very Surreal

Jan 2014 · 281

In a fight inside my mind.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

In a fight inside my mind.

In a fight inside my mind
my one self
becomes blind
to what is, what was, and what has become
dollar a day only goes so far
and that makes me feel so bad
for the woman I love
but if she loves me she will just have to get over IT.

Jan 2014 · 1.8k

In the Snow's of my arctic mind.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

In the Snow's of my arctic mind.

In the Snow's of my arctic mind
the cold, cold wind blows

                                                                       but in my head
                                                                   the summer glow's
                                                                          of dream's
                                                                                 of
                                                                       why I am dead.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. :-) Love PAUL ***

Jan 2014 · 345

Sitting Back.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Sitting Back.

I am sitting back
and i am thinking about
when you left your home
you left behind a die'ing farther
and a mother in tear's
funny how things come back
standing out in the rain
since then
life was never the same
but I can not stop the sounds that
come into my head
so I just Sit Back.

Jan 2014 · 372

Trying to keep my eyes closed.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Trying to keep my eyes closed.

Have you ever
woken up with a twitch in your eye
no matter what you do
it persists and stay's on the blink.

Jan 2014 · 502

Very Explicit Poem very surreal.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

Very Explicit Poem very surreal.

Have you ever tried to ****
a long with the beat to Beethoven 5th
tried to make the **** fit?

Well I have
and did not do
a bad job of it.

:-)

Jan 2014 · 408

My Christmas was Pure GOLD.

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

My Christmas was Pure GOLD.

What a better way
to be with friends and family
to end this year.

What a FAB time to have with the one's you LOVE
special time of year
come on you can not tell me it's not fun.

To see your older brother
punch, Mad UnCle John's lights out
and come on it's always fun
to see MOM
get drunk on three glasses of sherry

and NOT ONE Crystal glass got broke
in the making of this christmas poem.

Just for fun and if I mist you Happy New Year and thank you all for last year ☺.

Jan 2014 · 857

My mind is blurred. (christmas wish)

Paul Hardwick Jan 2014

My mind is blurred. (christmas wish)

My mind mind is blurred, blurred
from all the Christmas fun

BUT THIS TIME I TAKE

To wish all and one
the very best
for today
and the rest of the year
LOVE‚™

Paul ***

Dec 2013 · 221

I have a RIGHT to write.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

I have a RIGHT to write.

I have a RIGHT to write
see it is just BLACK and WHITE
But read all over.

Is this racist? answers on a postcard please.
Paul

Dec 2013 · 296

There Will be.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

There Will be.

One day better than me
better than I will ever become
and as i still stand here on solid ground
and look around
at the people I used to be
for when I was younger
things almost always got out of hand
and got away from me
BUT THERE WILL
Become
A
PLace
FOR
ME.

Somebody use this verse in there song. Paul *** Looks like an a bomb that gone off to me
Radiation.

Dec 2013 · 471

Meeting a man in a red hat.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

Meeting a man in a red hat.

You don't say that it was.

Dec 2013 · 171

let the winter snow

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

let the winter snow

Blind me
and I am more than i was
just because
the winter snow that blinds me
is of what is was
and not the man I am now.

Dec 2013 · 743

man in a hat.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

man in a hat.

there was a man
with a hat on his head
like a crown
of majestic beauty
there was a man
with a hat on his head.

Dec 2013 · 847

Now ENJOYING my Christmas HOLIDAY'S.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

Now ENJOYING my Christmas HOLIDAY'S.

Bottle of ***
                     But no Coke a Cola
But plenty Cherry ade
                                                     Taste is like some sort of cough brew
Ow what the  F--K  after two or three glasses the party has began
                    And it has plus
                                                     Not working for the Yankee Doller

                                                     MERRY Christmas Love Paul ***.

Bet I show up ON GCHQ for that one. P.S. Happy New Year Love Paul.

Dec 2013 · 250

Vanity held my hand

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

Vanity held my hand

As woman I feel you
Vanity held my hand
could not tell if or not i could love you
woman of my thoughts
just sit there
as there, as I get drunk
Woman hold my hand
make me feel real.

Dec 2013 · 336

What is me.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

What is me.

I am Paul
Means nothing 'at ALL
But that is me
just for, you if you are, the girl
of my drams.

Dec 2013 · 248

How do you ask me?

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

How do you ask me?

How do you ask me?
How do I see love
It will be always more than you ask for
That is L O V E to me.

LOVE D A D or PAr PAr Paul ***

Dec 2013 · 141

One is One.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

One is One.

One is one all a lone
One for another
or is that two

Now it is you and me
hung together by a things we call love
beating the change in our dreams
of what was one.

If you like to here more of this E-Mail me, but remember does mean **** to a ****.
Paul *** hear even sub note.

Dec 2013 · 242

All I see is love.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

All I see is love.

How can this be!

when I am always loosing
what was
and what should be
just you and me

I feel left on the shelf of love
what was you and me
maybe it is just myself

I am not what I used to be
but all I see is love.

Dec 2013 · 285

I did want to say.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

I did want to say.

I did want to say I love you
But hello Poetry I do
Thank you all for your comments

And a very Merry Christmas from me to you

*** Paul :-)

Dec 2013 · 243

LOOKing UP.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

LOOKing UP.

When I look up
the sun that shines
pleases me
and on a good day
the clouds look back at me
painting pictures in my mind
full of colours
I will take afternoon tea
reader if you like

BUT DO YOU REALLY WANT TO SPEND A DAY WITH ME?

Dec 2013 · 166

Where was I.

Paul Hardwick Dec 2013

Where was I.

Where was I
                   Before this was
                                          Where was I
                                                             on the times before
Where I was
                   when we had dreams
                                                    Just because
                                                                                Where the **** was I

Poem of steps
Oph! there I go again.