"bfg" poems - Hello Poetry

My knees caress the soft soil In the shade of a giant. A kind giant of course, My very own BFG. He brings me life, My very own breath. He is a generous giver, Never expecting anything back. In the autumn, Parts of him fall, Storms of orange and yellow Obscuring my vision. He waits for me in the morning, Standing in my yard for eternity. In the summer, I seek his refuge, Cool shadows lessening into A blissful comfort. To this sweet maple I'm grateful.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC

shinyewon

My BFG

My knees caress the soft soil In the shade of a giant. A kind giant of course, My very own BFG. He brings me life, My very own breath. He is a generous giver, Never expecting anything back. In the autumn, Parts of him fall, Storms of orange and yellow Obscuring my vision. He waits for me in the morning, Standing in my yard for eternity. In the summer, I seek his refuge, Cool shadows lessening into A blissful comfort. To this sweet maple I'm grateful.

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World book day 2018 All the children in fancy dress Mums and Dads competing to be the best Imagination running wild some of the themes are they really for the child? Gruffalos, tortoises, turtles and bears George's Marvellous Medicine, BFG and Hares Darth Vader makes a show, Harry Potter, Princesses too How much paper, material and glue? How much time for the parent to make? There's reading homework, maths too, extra curricular clubs, trips to the zoo Then there's evening meal and bathtime, all of this before 7oclock Just a few minutes for the parent to take stock Before cutting, crimping, glueing around the clock But on the morning all is worthwhile when photos begin to show Of smiling children in their suits and parents all aglow Beaming with pride in their eyes as they walk their little Minchpin to the gate not even one second late Happy World Book Day

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC

jackie-mead

World book day 2018

World book day 2018 All the children in fancy dress Mums and Dads competing to be the best Imagination running wild some of the themes are they really for the child? Gruffalos, tortoises, turtles and bears George's Marvellous Medicine, BFG and Hares Darth Vader makes a show, Harry Potter, Princesses too How much paper, material and glue? How much time for the parent to make? There's reading homework, maths too, extra curricular clubs, trips to the zoo Then there's evening meal and bathtime, all of this before 7oclock Just a few minutes for the parent to take stock Before cutting, crimping, glueing around the clock But on the morning all is worthwhile when photos begin to show Of smiling children in their suits and parents all aglow Beaming with pride in their eyes as they walk their little Minchpin to the gate not even one second late Happy World Book Day

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The drunk at the bar found Aristotle at the bottom of his bottle. But there's an important phone call coming from his shoe so he quits the pop stand, shoe in hand, and runs outside to take the call but it's only God saying nevermind, I can tell you're busy and it wasn't important anyway. A pack of wild dogs are following me home so I invite them in and give them gin but they snarl and quarrel till I've had enough and I huff and puff till they take the hint and go down to the corner store, and I lock the door because loose dogs on ***** is the best way to lose your rent. It's all peace and quiet at 6am, the rain is falling with malintent but the world is sleeping and I am keeping these hours from leaking out into the homes of the children next door where they slumber without worry so I hurry to maintain their dreams of fairies and flying while my kind is dying in the glowing dawning of the day. But Aristotle sleeps alone in his bottle at the bottom of the bin, and the dogs have their gin and the kids dream within their great happy innocence as I spin another sunrise from the maw of the sky and then die until tomorrow when I'll do it again.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC

elizabeth-kelly

BFG

The drunk at the bar found Aristotle at the bottom of his bottle. But there's an important phone call coming from his shoe so he quits the pop stand, shoe in hand, and runs outside to take the call but it's only God saying nevermind, I can tell you're busy and it wasn't important anyway. A pack of wild dogs are following me home so I invite them in and give them gin but they snarl and quarrel till I've had enough and I huff and puff till they take the hint and go down to the corner store, and I lock the door because loose dogs on ***** is the best way to lose your rent. It's all peace and quiet at 6am, the rain is falling with malintent but the world is sleeping and I am keeping these hours from leaking out into the homes of the children next door where they slumber without worry so I hurry to maintain their dreams of fairies and flying while my kind is dying in the glowing dawning of the day. But Aristotle sleeps alone in his bottle at the bottom of the bin, and the dogs have their gin and the kids dream within their great happy innocence as I spin another sunrise from the maw of the sky and then die until tomorrow when I'll do it again.

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This, this ogre. He is quite stupid. I can learn from him. The philosopher thinks too much. He wears his soul on his sleeve. And sees clouds in July. My shepherd knows nothing. Still tries to preach. Tries to preach about otherworldly beings. While the ogre is content. I can learn from him. GRAHAM MURPHY

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Aug 18, 2012

Aug 18, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC

graham-murphy

BFG

This, this ogre. He is quite stupid. I can learn from him. The philosopher thinks too much. He wears his soul on his sleeve. And sees clouds in July. My shepherd knows nothing. Still tries to preach. Tries to preach about otherworldly beings. While the ogre is content. I can learn from him. GRAHAM MURPHY

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