Dan Reynolds

Veteran Poet - 1,450 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 P '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. And This Is Why You Shouldn'T Mock The Aged In Perth. 8/23/2012
28. Where Were You On Guy Fawkes Day/Night? 11/15/2012
29. Ever Fell Foul Of Your Own Conscientious Consumer Choices? 3/1/2013
30. And So We Wonder, Why We Love. 3/15/2013
31. Faith In Futility 3/19/2013
32. The Wind That Never Blows 3/26/2013
33. Denial Of The Inner Bully. 3/30/2013
34. Styx And The Stones May Break 3/30/2013
35. Behind The Magic Cottage 3/30/2013
36. Bonjour Mon Cher Et Cher-Alike. 4/2/2013
37. Did You Know That, Not All Gnomes Sit Still In Your Gardens? 4/4/2013
38. God Doesn’t Have The Monopoly On Haloes, Does He? 4/18/2013
39. Soulmate. 4/19/2013
40. Who Can The Godless Turn To In Such Times 5/2/2013
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
...

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Hourglass.

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The glass
is quickly running
down, and has not far
to go. I feel the sand in every
frown that drags my will down low.
The silicon, conniving grit that rubs
on every pore. Abrasive and

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