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How do you know how it feels to be
There’s a lot more to me than what you see.
Have you felt the same hurts and pain?
We’ve lived different lives; we are not the same.
I’m simply trying to rebuild -
a life worth having, in this hard world.
I’m surviving the trials of everyday living.
Oh why can you not be more forgiving?
Your careless hard words, if only you knew,
how they cut me through and through;
even though I make no judgement on you.
I wonder if you realise,
just how much you offend,
with your cruel words; that you sometimes send.
I would just love to be well, like you my friend.
I really hope that I’m on the mend,
and that my painful journey is near its end.
By Simon Icke(Buckinghamshire)
Entered for international competition 04.03.2010
Look at the rainbow searching
For its pot of gold after the rain
A beacon in the sky to brighter times,
Colours seen and not shine
After the tears of the heavens fall
Forgiveness for the sins of the children
A time of peace,a sign of hope
For the future,
Or just a quirk of nature
by Dave Walker
You never know whats round the corner
on natures trail
Caterpillar butterfly or maybe a wrens tail
darting in n out of the bracken
It can happen on natures trail
Sun breaking through the trees
Spiders webs glisten with ease
All your senses come alive
Gods creations blossom and thrive
on natures trail
No buildings glass or concrete
Natures trail has rendered them obsolete
Its how it was meant to be
Untouched magnificent and free.
by Richard Taschner
Entered into 5th competition
17.05.2010
Sweetly, sweetly swirling,
a mass of fluffy seeds,
are drifting through the park
at the whim of windy leads.
Big, thick, black, white tree trunks
seem to walk around
like the legs of zebras
ambling on the ground.
Fountains in the laid out pools
look all so inviting;
I want to dip my feet in them
and swim, it’s quite exciting!
Tulips stand out from the crowd,
they nod to passers by
as smaller flowers blush
rosy red at bare blue sky.
A green stretches youthfully
aside from the path,
waiting for the picnicers,
shining summer’s mirth.
A weeping girl is out of place
on this buzzing day
yet the sadness of the world
is causing her to pray.
The danube tower rises up
at first to our dislike,
but later as a stretched-up ship
floating on a spike,
surveying all that’s down below…
the park, a bridge, a church.
We board ship and enjoy the view,
for landmarks make our search.
A funny purple train
is off on its tour,
showing off this merry land
we haven’t seen before.
The angels guard us overhead
i trust in their protection,
strolling through this wonderland
a heaven-ward direction.
a mass of fluffy seeds,
are drifting through the park
at the whim of windy leads.
Big, thick, black, white tree trunks
seem to walk around
like the legs of zebras
ambling on the ground.
Fountains in the laid out pools
look all so inviting;
I want to dip my feet in them
and swim, it’s quite exciting!
Tulips stand out from the crowd,
they nod to passers by
as smaller flowers blush
rosy red at bare blue sky.
A green stretches youthfully
aside from the path,
waiting for the picnicers,
shining summer’s mirth.
A weeping girl is out of place
on this buzzing day
yet the sadness of the world
is causing her to pray.
The danube tower rises up
at first to our dislike,
but later as a stretched-up ship
floating on a spike,
surveying all that’s down below…
the park, a bridge, a church.
We board ship and enjoy the view,
for landmarks make our search.
A funny purple train
is off on its tour,
showing off this merry land
we haven’t seen before.
The angels guard us overhead
i trust in their protection,
strolling through this wonderland
a heaven-ward direction.
by Emily Nash Entered for the 5th competition.
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