Andrew Daglish

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Like steam locomotives, it's a tangible breath,
Belching plumes, akin to the heaviest of chain smokers.
Each bud & blade consumed by hungry jack himself
Kissed completely with an ice cold dust
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Do you believe in a world of equality?
Were a man is judged by his actions not his colouring.
Were it's neither permitted nor committed, any form of bullying.
Will you believe in a world of equality?
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Those greedy politicians, so many fingers in pies.
Get their free meal tickets, peddling second rate lies.
Peoples trust is earned and it can not be bought,
Their morals dropped long before they were caught.
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Shadows cast by a beating sun
Elongate as the day grows long
They began so early with dawn’s first sight
But slowly fade in dusks last light.
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Every poem I seem to read these days
Is of love or of a love that's lost,
Whether it's cheating hearts of partners,
Or far worse, a love that's crossed.
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Evil descends through a bright blue sky
With death and destruction their only aim
Evil decides who will live or die
But the world as we know it, will never be the same
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As long as rivers meander and brooks keep babbling
I’ll pack my bags and keep on travelling
As long as paths are forged and roads keep winding
I’ll severe the ties that keep on binding
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IF YOU PUSH ME TOO FAR, CAN’T PULL ME BACK.
WHEN THE RED MIST DESCENDS, I’M SOMEONE ELSE.
AM OUTTA MY HEAD, CAN’T TRUST MYSELF.
YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU, NO DOUBT.
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A call to arms, for one final push
I call to god but theirs a deathly hush
I call again for divine intervention
But gods on holiday, he just forgot to mention
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Cotton wool clouds, splay cotton wool shrouds
Over roof tops, streets and fields.
It's a magical sight, to see a landscape so white
Once repressed joy and fun it now yields.
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Thanks for the memories, such a Perfect Memory.
A voice that soars higher than any Bird of Hermes.
That evokes raw emotions, it will leave you Shattered.
Pull from your heart what you once thought was Hollow.
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The Best Poem Of Andrew Daglish

Winters Beauty

Like steam locomotives, it's a tangible breath,
Belching plumes, akin to the heaviest of chain smokers.
Each bud & blade consumed by hungry jack himself
Kissed completely with an ice cold dust

White wash splattered with contempt,
Smother motionless cars that slept sound by night.
Into window corners frost creeps silent,
Embedded with a Dickensian slant.

A milky sun without power to burn,
Relegates itself to a mere shadow caster
And a Scooby-doo mist engulfs the long par three
From weather beaten green too divot strewn tee

This picture painted drowns many a heart in fear
But for myself, it's a pinnacle to round off the year
Crisp chilled air heralds the onset of snow
It’s a perfect topping for a beautiful winter

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