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Darren's poems
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Lady of the mist
I watched her though she did not exist
saw myself a ghost by her side
White morning mist her pale olive complexion
I hid within her eyes
The air was moist with her breath
she hunted the night
Her white dress danced between the moonlit trees
Leaves rained about her
quietly she faded into the night
Her white dress now just a star
Lost in a galaxy of others
By Darren Lennon
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The ladybird and the Baked bean
Of all the baked beans in the tin
You are the finest, the glow of your skin
Your fate will await on the microwave plate
so I must intervene before it's too late
I am perched in the cupboard amongst various tins
A lonely hearted ladybird, for all of my sins
I must choose my moment, and choose it just right
to "ride of the valkyries" I'll swoop with great might
the lid of your tin I see is ajar
but with a sentence like that. I shall not get far
I must pounce now without further ado
(of course to pounce a ladybird can do?)
I flutter my wings and land on the lid
and notice within,one baked bean has hid
the others are gonna's of that I am sure
except two baked beans that have fell to the floor
(and if they have sense they'll head for the door)
With cunning, grace and boot polished face
I snatched my beloved and flee with much haste
To my hideaway. where we remain to this day
and OH ! by the way....
A bluebottle told me he saw with much glee
two baked beans escaping in a matchbox by the sea
hey were disguised as pips from a peach or a plum
an ingenious diguise for beans on the run.
well that is my story, not shaggy or tall
for a ladybird knows true love conquers all
By Darren Lennon
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severed head
Lying on my bed
I fell off
Landed on my dog
Who was lying on the floor(he sneezed on my arm)
noticed the head
Under the bed
THE SEVERED HEAD
severed head "I love you"
severed head no one above you, nothing below you
When I was 3 and fell from a moving car
You broke my fall
Severed head
the bestest teddy bear of all
By Darren Lennon
NIGHT SUNFLOWER
where do you sleep night sunflower?
On sepia thoughts of rusty leaves
On a lonely dark hilltop with red Autumn trees
where do you sleep my wintertime breeze
Across the grey and stormy seas
By Darren Lennon
E.Mail Darren at wineisgoodyes@aol.com
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