Bob Oldfield Poems

He's here!
He's out of hiding
And ready to face the world
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In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
As did those who were injured and dying
Slumped unceremoniously in mud-filled trenches
Craving for the warmth of a home-fire burning
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Artistic beauty
A silver arrow shoots
Swiftly and silently across
The stillness of a moonlit lake
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Out there
In the great 'somewhere'
There may be someone
Who,
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They say
You changed the water into wine
But that it was
Probably non-alcoholic;
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I scan the crowd, picking through the sea of faces
And despite the odds I find her.
Connected by a cord of love
The pull of which is inescapable
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I saw you
Amidst a crowd of nameless faces
I saw you
And though there should have been no reason
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Neatly brushed and shaped
Your soft, brown hair glistens
As the sun highlights extremes of colour
Not normally seen.
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Cover yourself with blankets
Of reasoned argument
If you want
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So now I understand...
Your eyes became too big for your belly
You wanted extra helpings
Of everything
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