Bernard Shaw


Bernard Shaw Poems

1. Tell Me It’s A Dream. 11/3/2003
2. Nicest Town. 10/31/2003
3. Eclipse.11 August 1999. 11/5/2003
4. Tablets And Lotions. 11/1/2003
5. Whispers. 10/29/2003
6. My Favourite Hymns. 10/28/2003
7. Ghosts. 10/15/2003
8. Field Fruits 10/31/2003
9. Cursed Cop. 10/26/2003
10. Dictionary. 11/2/2003
11. Warming Waters. 10/15/2003
12. Heavenly Goal. 10/28/2003
13. Hills And Dales. 11/1/2003
14. Flowers. 10/12/2003
15. Santa's Letter. 11/5/2003
16. Wings Of Dark. 10/24/2003
17. Weather Report. 11/1/2003
18. Demonic Faces. 10/21/2003
19. Teddy Bear. 10/23/2003
20. Full Speed. 10/26/2003
21. Wings. 10/24/2003
22. Industrial Dream. 10/28/2003
23. This World. 11/4/2003
24. Strangers. 11/2/2003
25. What For? 10/26/2003
26. Gossips. 10/31/2003
27. Steady Comrades, Steady 10/15/2003
28. Not Very Grand. 10/30/2003
29. Ocean. 10/24/2003
30. Not Much Fun. 10/17/2003
31. Sentry. 10/19/2003
32. Not A Clue. 10/20/2003
33. Music 2. 10/23/2003
34. My Hand. 11/4/2003
35. Low And Deep. 10/31/2003
36. Gentle Child. 10/22/2003
37. Dear Mother. 10/20/2003
38. Dawn Chorus. 11/2/2003
39. Watery Grave. 10/29/2003
40. Portrait. 10/31/2003
Best Poem of Bernard Shaw

Completely Lost.

Have you ever had that feeling?
That you are completely lost.
Your mind and senses reeling,
As in a dark foreboding frost.
Nothing but nothing is as it seems,
Words like phantoms come and go.
It is as if all the bizarre dreams,
Have turned your brain to snow.
The ticking of the mantelpiece clock,
Cuts the silence like a knife.
Your mind is in a mysterious block,
You ask yourself is this my life.
Perhaps I am just getting old,
Brain and body gone to pot,
Where are the times that I was bold,
And my brain could solve every plot.

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Nicest Town.

The nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.
Elizabethan houses built long years ago,
They had gracefully aged ever so slow.
Oak beams held the thatched roofs of straw,
One of the prettiest sights I ever saw.
A Pub named after a Horse and Plough,
Is the main attraction both then and now.
Beer is sold in a bright atmosphere,

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