Barry Pook Poems

My grandfather passed it down to my dad,
It was when grandad died, very sad,
Dad beavered away and got it going,
Through heavy digging and seed sowing.
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Alone again, thought patterns, my keepers giving me direction,
Out of an emergency find a way, her attide, protection,
Stay aloof, assert myself, say how I feel,
Scream into my pillow, that's making an appeal,
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A simple tin,
What a way to begin,
The romance of the year.
While bombs fell and blackouts dwelled,
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Following the shadows of those that follow me,
Exploring the castles leading to the eternal tree,
The skull and the cross both death and life,
Staying strong through the fever and the strife.
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I am always creating circles,
Of those in my personal world,
Family, friends and doctors,
Into separate little curls.
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Stay true to yourself and to your soul,
Do all you need to reach your goal,
It's your heart you need to manage,
Stay the same don't let sensitivity damage.
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A group who cares,
A group that shares,
Opening the window into the light,
When you feel you've lost all your might.
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Impulsive thoughts mimiced by another,
Those pills again I thought were my brother,
Fighting against them it's a battle,
If I did my stomach would rattle.
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A live soul on one side,
One dead on the other,
It takes you on lifes ride,
Be it sister or brother.
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A greeting a wait then upstairs,
Off to see a proffesional that cares,
I take a seat and off load my woes,
A sympathetic ear advice from she that knows.
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