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Tommy Randell Oct 2018
I grew up in the loneliness of one hundred streets
The more poems I wrote the more I'd get beat
The rare times were few but I wrote them down
Poetry as confession in a lonely town

I'm no Leonard Cohen, I am no Rod McKuen
And so far any talent remains unproven
But from those streets I have lived my Rhyme
A Journeyman Poet stride by stride

In the World streets have doubled now, in number and size
But I hope Poetry is no stranger in our lives
It's the 21st Century, let's put our Art on the breeze
Giving voice to the vow in our words there is Unity
My Town is about 240 streets now (2018) but back in the 1950's it was only just 100 (give or take a few). A small-minded small town on the North East Coast of England where being 'different' wasn't always a good thing to be... especially for a young lad who wrote poetry.
Tommy Randell Nov 2018
So, today I am Bi-Polar but Gold -
Always a shock on a Sunday
When I'm normally cold Lead in the mould.

But it's a story that never grows old
When Love, that old Alchemist, carves men out of clay
So, today I am Bi-Polar but Gold.

How long it will last I don't know
Urgent to be up and out to play
When I'm normally cold Lead in the mould.

She has made my life vibrant and bold
And hates me being middle-aged and grey
So, today I am Bi-Polar but Gold

I see people frown at my lack of control
They worry to see me in such disarray
When I'm normally cold Lead in the mould

I want this, I want the fire in my blood to flow
I want to be more than Poetry can say
So, today I am Bi-Polar but Gold
When I'm normally cold Lead in the mould.

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