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457 · Jun 2012
Dizzy Ten Words.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2012
Dizzy realed
and with unspoken words
did feel
like god.
456 · Jan 2014
Two old ladies.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2014
***

:-)

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

:-)

***
456 · Apr 2016
And the poet lifts his pen.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
As the letters hide
hopping he he is two mind
the cattle grazing by the river
look at him as he comes
as his pen strikes
freaking himself out
purple
thats the colour here
see or hide
See the painted
purple dreams
living in purple clouds
driftting of into purple sense.


Purple bing bang hop.
Hope.
456 · Dec 2012
Left was right.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
left was right
before that ******* came in
for left turned to hop
hop just shot in
come on left you will be alright
no i will not
look at my leg
I think i have been shot
right was quite right
******* move
so hop did his thing.
Now that is tell'in as it is sorry but it is true.
THanks you Chuck an d thanks  to keep me and my loved ones safe.
Chuck is man of men, a band of brothers.
455 · Mar 2012
A lot.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
A lot sat quietly.
Think about what he was not.
A lot sat wishing.
That he would become something that he is not.
A lot be came aware.
Of all he is not.
A lot thought of thinking.
And realised, it ment A lot.

THEN FELT SICK!
Am I to surreal?
454 · Nov 2011
Words
Paul Hardwick Nov 2011
Some words  are just words,
Some words  are just love,
Some words  are just fiat,
Some words  just hate,
Some words  account.
Some words  play,
Some words  just say,
Some words  describe,
Some words  say I am still alive,
Some words  are just spoken,
Some are      not,
Some words  give pain,
Some words  gain,
Some words  piece,
Some words  releases,
Some words  Just some words.


But they are    just words!
454 · Sep 2012
Mind my gap.
Paul Hardwick Sep 2012
there was moonlight that danced on the sand
blood stained piano played with no hands
moonlight its now or never
play stormy night for me
i lived in a flower shop
and i got all my kicks for free
i was carefully crazy when playing the game
but business is business when playing you see.
453 · May 2015
these days.
Paul Hardwick May 2015
You find yourself
rushing to the airport
where there you have to wait
for how long
no body knows.

You find yourself
in another girls arms
you relise your mistake
for how long
no body knows.

You find yourself
in the bank
just standing there
for how long
no body knows.

You find yourself
in Tessco at the automated tills
unexpectted item in the baggin area
you are glad of the conversation
only the security guard thats eject you
give you some human touch.
true story, remember never drink befor shopping
P@ul.      :-)
453 · Feb 2012
Do you remember?
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
Do you remember that night?

I sat to your left.                                       Or was it your right?

Then somebody farted!                           We both looked at one another.

You looked at me and smiled.               I smiled back, the laughter, I cold not hold.


We both started to giggle, it just grew and grew.

As we giggled that night, your hard of hearing mother asked.


What is up with you to?

Think you broke first.                              Then I just had to follow.


She did indeed get no response from us, and my was the air blue.
453 · Jun 2015
IF I was like M A N !!!
Paul Hardwick Jun 2015
If I was a girl.
I would not like myself
If I was the Pope.
* I wonder about the words I was told to say
If I was made of fruit.
I would be a pineapple, love the french "ananas"
is that a bad thing to say?
But not as good as the french for grapefruit
which is  "pamplemousse"

If you love it like me
now pamplemousse sat cleaning his tall, bitting it in in his teeth
his pink fure cleaned from bugs now
he combed it out and did grin from ear to ear
that was when he met her *Alice

she asked him some no sense, which made him smile more
so just pointing Alice left


If I was story teller
you would have got more of that
But no I am just a F*king poet
If I was like nature
I think I would like to be fire, because that stuff hurts,
well maybe not me, but one can wish

If I was truth
I would see for miles


If I was me you might see me here now
If I was me * I would hold you in my heart
If I was me *when I hold you, you would know


If I was, a pink grapefruit
*I would be pamplemousse
True
453 · Feb 2013
HARD Life.
Paul Hardwick Feb 2013
Listen up my darling
Listen to me, please
In the early hour's
Do you feel the squeeze
Have you found the meaning
Have you found your dreams
Tell me how are you feeling
It's a hard life that is true
But you can make it through
Look back on your dealings
Then tell me Y O U!
Have you found the meaning
Have you found your dreams?
Written in hospital after having a Stroke.
452 · Jul 2012
Mother.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Mother!!!
what is wrong
in all my years
I have not seen you cry

and you are not suposed to cry
mother make it right
or whom will i have to complain to

when in my life
things go wrong

Love you.
**your darling son
452 · Dec 2012
as sleep passes by me.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
as sleep passes        BY me.
how do i feel
sort of                        U   N  R  E  A L
spin me down my day's
and into my youth
your ***** in the    G  U  T  T E R
and people do not know how you        T    H I N K
and the last wave of    T  E C H    finds a new way
which you have no information on
into your what is your new             D               A                Y.
The cattle quietly continue grassing, and life goes some more.
What do you do when the old mans gone do you want to be him?
pAul
Paul Hardwick May 2012
He slips on to the lions plate
only to be eaten.
450 · Jul 2012
Bright.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Bright was feeling dark this day
Light came in smiled and sat next to him
Bright said leave me alone and ask dark to come in
Darks away on a holiday light did say
that is so tipical of him just when you need him to come in
450 · Apr 2013
N O W time and M E.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2013
N    O    W
I never cut those corners in time
which made me look like a fool
but i see it now as i have got older

M    E
No more looking over my shoulder
at what has become of me
for i am what i am and that is part of me

T   I    M    E
No more means much to me
like it did before

A    N   D
I did not know this before
:-)
Looking again at this it would make a great  R O C K  S O N G  any offers!
450 · Sep 2014
To True P@ul
Paul Hardwick Sep 2014
I was in charge
of a motley crew
gave John his orders
seem simple to me
John
at five give Paul a 30 minuet break
then Paul two be sure and Paul Last
then you take one to.
Think the Prozac's kicked in    :-)    P@ul
450 · Jan 2013
Well i just got busted.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2013
I am gult
i have not washed for weeks
then i went and got busted
my old mother wil never talked to me for a few days
                                                            ­         i got busted by the LAW.
None of this is true at all.
448 · Jun 2013
I think EYE's.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2013
I think eyes are like
BLACK HOLES
fall in get crushed within your soul
never more to see clear
your thoughts and feelings that you have known
never more to find your way home
I give this as a warning
for I am already dead.

Woman do it now please realise
all i did was fall into your eyes
Woman
I would not hurt your soul
so please give me some place to go.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2013
The morning hangs heavey for one
whom ware the crown last night.
447 · Jun 2013
I did not.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2013
I did not want to die today
for me it was just another day
but I remember walking into the light
what for me was dark now was clear as day
Gods security on the gate who's name was Peter.
look me in the eye looked down at his list
then said   "nope do not see your name here"

OWWWWWWWW God help my soul, thank to a man called Peter!
I work as a security Officer and I have offen wondered.  When I get to the gates of heaven, will there be some one there just like me.
And if true, will I still wait in the que?           Regards Paul  ***.
447 · Jan 2012
I went. (10 Words)
Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
I went with the flow.
But just ended up drownin.
447 · Feb 2012
heart.
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.
I listen to my hearts gentle beat.

But when you lay next to me.
My heart quicken's.

Is it that 'I am frighten of you.
Or is it that love lives in the heart.
446 · Jul 2012
Hello Poem atry.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Sitting here reading
at night
it has become to me
plain to see
what good words are here for all to see
and I would like to thank you all
for what you read of me is myself
and I thank for your prise
I thank for your derogative coments
Love Paul
446 · Jul 2012
That might make a song.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Hi all my name is Paul
I am a small man
only 5 foot 4
from the top of head to floor
anything else is your own problem
skins not bad
and think thats cool
at 54

like to think i am onis’t

                                       Ok 57

and you do not today, get anything more
an’nt no fly bye nigth
love things music
and poems
and there
all things inbetween
from dark to light
i like my mind to be free
then i am my only one true friend
446 · Jan 2015
Imagination.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Leopards
jump in a file
what is going on
then a wizard appears
computer down
all contact lost
***
how did that go so wrong ;-0
demonds worry
when the wizard come near
just shake his hand
and dream
like he did.
True Story  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick May 2014
50,000 Miles Beneath My Brain
there lays all the dreams
my brain has left behind
and now getting to old
its a place there no need
anymore for my mind to go
see there are benefits
to getting old.
True story   ;-)    P@ul
445 · Mar 2012
Race.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
Woke up this morning.
     Washed my face.
           Then I remember.
                   You have to keep running.
                                 To take part  in  the  human     r   a     c      e.
445 · Apr 2012
paul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
people of hello poetry.
my name is paul.
yes just that small paul.
small brown warrior, named paul.
you might asked of me.
what is that i see.
I see nothing at all.
I am this man called paul.
445 · Aug 2013
It 'S NOT the Cough.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
It is not the cough
that carries you off
It's the coffin
they carry you off in.
445 · Dec 2012
Christmas fun.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
before i came out of the house today
i bent down put my head between my legs

just the way i roll MAN!

then went out and to day MAN! for the very first time
I gave blood

Turns out i not the fater MAN!

wow result!
444 · Aug 2013
Poem for TI<M.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
Tim I write these poem inline

L  I  K  E             N        O         W

I work best with comments in my soul
that poor soul of mine
that does not know what is red or blue
people ask me
what is your favourite colour
and do you know
maybe it is me
just me, as I am an artist
but I just like  W  O  R  D  S.


PINK leaned against blue
then Purple came along
Purple liked Green a lot
then Brown was formed
now brown like white
and that is why
we are happy now.
444 · Nov 2012
blue.
Paul Hardwick Nov 2012
blue sat on a blue rock
a rock he had never heard before.
444 · Mar 2013
Sally please.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2013
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S  A  L  L  Y
Please go around the roses
Don't you know
those roses
can hurt
Y O  U  !


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443 · May 2013
Do we fight for words.
Paul Hardwick May 2013
Seams to me
mind  ex spands
with a words all the time
do think that some day
my mine will expload

Dreams for my head in this what is the time of mine.
443 · May 2012
Rollin stone ten words.
Paul Hardwick May 2012
You said yourself
you are just another rollin stone
go'on.
443 · Jul 2012
Banks.+1
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
We are getting old'er
Bankers should remember that to

F  U  C  K       Y    O    U  !
443 · Nov 2015
K ey.
Paul Hardwick Nov 2015
You knew
you had the key
to my heart
but you choose
to break it in the lock
so those that came there
would give up trying
to give up to undo
my life
and make me
love again
but here
I am that man
born free
who's words
roam free
in a new lock
of his own.

Sands storm
blows my words
into pure
imagination
giving me hope
that some day
I will feel
in my life again.

The way
the day begins
decides
life
and everything.
P@ul ***.
441 · Apr 2012
Girl.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
I give you moonlight by night.
Sunshine in the day.

Then why do I feel so far from home.
441 · Mar 2015
When I smell bacon.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2015
It is one
of two things
it's morning
or I have fell on  the heater again
but must be time to get up now
even with burns on my hands
must go to sleep now
Night Hello Poetry
thinking of you
see you all tomorrow.
Post it not to my self
Do not sit on the heater
its ok I will lay face down
sweet dreams all      P@ul.
440 · Jan 2012
Night.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
Baby you have the right.
But lets get some          ROCK'N'ROLL.

                                    L­et     THAT.    Music.

                                Let it,    CURLS     up into you very bones.

Dance with me till we are   FREE!

                     THEN AT THE END OF THE NIGHT      dance with me slow.

For it is only then you might know.

                                        IF WE ARE TO BE.
Read the poem the the capitals
440 · Feb 2012
Mars.
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
I talk to myself.
Most days.
But I think that is ok.
We all do that,    you do it to.
But today.
I had nobody to talk to me.
Think I have to fly towards Mars.
439 · Mar 2016
Brussels spouts.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Brussels spout as they are known
cultivated in ancient rome
were grown in the 13th century in Belgium
a traditional winter stock
some being purple
known as red bull
as are the brussels people
strong but must be hurting now
as Europe sees the hurt go down
on all channels
and feels there loses
we the people here in Britain
feel it to
so we must find a way
to stop this to happen
and fight together
to stop   I S
with you
all my love
and sadness.


LoVe P@ul.
LoVe P@ul.
439 · Jun 2013
Once upon.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2013
Once upon,
a once upon before the dawn
was called the dawn
in the sort of half light
within a storm.

'I was lost within the darkness of my very own mind
did I see blue sky there
people around me with corruption and lust which day by day filled my eyes.

But still the voices in my head are telling me God is dead
my body pulses comes vommet from my mouth
my eye's fill with tears.

Ashes to ashes
but this story is so old
As god comes back to my soul.
Think I just got feed up with this!
439 · Aug 2012
Sprit. 10 words.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2012
Tonight we will drink the old town dry
sprits high.
439 · Jan 2014
mirrorrorrim.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2014
Mirror on the wall                                      llaw eht on rorriM
who is the maddest                                     tstddam eht si ohw
of them all                                      lla meht fo

PAUL                                     paul
439 · Aug 2013
When people talk.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
People just talk to me
and tell me what to think
Ever though I do not want them to
maybe it is me and not them
so if that is the way you think
please avoid me
for I WILL NEVRe tell you the words you want me to
for I am the passion that is my soul
and that soul is me my words
that people do not listen to.
438 · Mar 2015
Dreaming of clocks.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2015
Trying to sleep
dreaming of clocks
*******
with your
tick tocks
let me sleep
stop turning up
the nose from my
clocks
let me drift off
for tomorrow
I have to get up
then my alarm
gose off
**** it's morning.
True story     :-)  we have all been here    P@ul.
Dali would off bean so proud.
438 · Aug 2013
Night Gone.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
Met you, that night
think i fell in love at first sight
I ask you
lets go on to a night club
in which we dance night through
coming out in broad daylight
I felt glad I had found you
we parted
and now I can no longer find you.
437 · Feb 2012
Poem for ED (10ws)
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
poem for ED.
Trying to find away.
we did today.
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