Colin Breck Boardman Poems

What fun I have is quite debatable,
As in the fleeting moment of the throng,
Its laughter and its lighting is but able
To shift my senses sideways not too long.
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Following in the ravaged wake
Of this sudden savage storm,
I reach out to catch rainbows
Of glistening gossamer,
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This poor blind worm,
Swollen fat with its conceited ooze
And swimming in the shine
Of its own complacent slime,
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If she did love her lover first,
And give her heart away,
So'd suffer then all others worse,
With whom she could but play.
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The black sheep
Goes about his business
In his inconspicuous cloak,
Discreetly lying low,
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My father once did tell me,
Not to give away my heart,
To any lovely puppy,
As it all ends in tears;
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My dum di dum di dum di dum di dum
Heart dum di dum di dum di dum di dums,
And on its dim di dum dum di dum drum,
Beats dum di dum damn so very dumbly,
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From the early morn,
And through the endless night,
You have borne the shining light
To herald in the day.
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Some people seem to get what they deserve,
And I for one appear to suffer so,
For I was born with caution and reserve,
Values now which no one wants to know.
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They would be mistaken who in thinking
That the poem is but a form of sweet conjecture,
Knowing not the source of its creation
Is far from the sweetness quite conveyed.
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