Dan Reynolds

Bronze Star - 2,172 Points (Justiceville)

Dan Reynolds Poems

1. Halle Loo? Jah! 8/21/2010
2. The Pawnbroker's Reward 9/28/2010
3. New Year Sonnet 1/4/2011
4. The Ballad Of Jock Dean. 1/30/2011
5. Can I Offer A Version Of The World's (Supposedly) Funniest Joke? 2/17/2011
6. The Bell That Rings At Midnight 5/13/2011
7. Has Anybody Else Questioned The Dawn 6/3/2011
8. Well, Would You Adam And Eve It? 7/12/2011
9. Behind The Iron Gate 7/21/2011
10. Do You Know How Romero Helped Cure Masculine Ailments In The Future? 9/1/2011
11. Humble Pii 's Are Squared. (P R2) (P R2) 9/2/2011
12. When Young, He Sprung On Cloven Hooves 9/6/2011
13. When I Listen To Camel’s Song, “for Today” 9/11/2011
14. Somnambulistic Sonnet 9/14/2011
15. The Gristle-Biter 9/15/2011
16. How Kin Ye No Get A Single Fish In A Glezga Chippie? 7/4/2011
17. Indian Summer 9/30/2011
18. Facing Facets Of Timely Reminders. 10/1/2011
19. Waiting For The Box. 10/4/2011
20. The Not So Royal Mint. 10/6/2011
21. Are Emos Monopolising The Muse? 1/5/2012
22. Take A Bad Look At Yourself 2/28/2012
23. Mulch Ado About Nothing? 4/3/2012
24. What Kind Of Things Could Make A Grown Man Cry? 4/6/2012
25. Jack's Missing Leg, As A Conversation Piece. 6/20/2012
26. An Olympian Sonnet Of Sorts 7/27/2012
27. Where Were You On Guy Fawkes Day/Night? 11/15/2012
28. Ever Fell Foul Of Your Own Conscientious Consumer Choices? 3/1/2013
29. And So We Wonder, Why We Love. 3/15/2013
30. Faith In Futility 3/19/2013
31. The Wind That Never Blows 3/26/2013
32. Denial Of The Inner Bully. 3/30/2013
33. Styx And The Stones May Break 3/30/2013
34. Behind The Magic Cottage 3/30/2013
35. Bonjour Mon Cher Et Cher-Alike. 4/2/2013
36. Did You Know That, Not All Gnomes Sit Still In Your Gardens? 4/4/2013
37. An Ode For All Christmas Workers. 12/24/2012
38. God Doesn’t Have The Monopoly On Haloes, Does He? 4/18/2013
39. Who Can The Godless Turn To In Such Times 5/2/2013
40. Are God And Mother Nature In Cahoots? 5/23/2013
Best Poem of Dan Reynolds

My Old School.

He couldn't go back
to his old school,
the bastards had knocked it down
Tore away his memories
his triggers to his past
and as an afterthought
rebuilt, renamed, and
reneged on their promise.

No more broken stained glass mosaics
no more shiny loo roll
no more lighting bunsen burners
from statically charged fingertips
no more prickly bushes
no more beatings, heading home
no more spittle-flicking
on the blazer backs in front.
No more wistful gazing
to the girls' school o'er the road

He picked out from the rubble

Read the full of My Old School.

The Pawnbroker's Reward

She traced the salty track across her cheek
in search of any source that she may stem.
Her quest revealing nothing so unique
as did the secret hidden in that gem.

To laymen this may be an amethyst,
of no great value in the broadest sense.
A trifling trinket tied around her wrist

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