Dan Reynolds Poems

The bitter man has long since left
his homeland and his hope
But drags the bitter stench of hate
as surely as a gallows’s rope
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When young it’s fun to plant a kick
between the legs of foes and friends
When older it may make you sick
unleashing pain that never ends.
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Let me take you on a journey
to a land where I once played
Where nature sculpted landscapes
so bizarre, they seemed man-made
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When you take the Sym from Sympathetic?

That “Friend in need” enigma called today
to woman and to man in different guise.
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Each morning brought new nuances
undressing the day before's garb.
An ever-changing channel through
the stories yet to be told.
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Believing in a dream is not a crime
if deep within you recognise the fact
that every dream will ebb and flow with time.
Their worth expands but can also contract.
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The twenty-fifth of January
A day when aw Scots smile
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The driftwood of dreams
Ebbs and flows
Spins in waltz time
Sinks and surfaces
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The dread of live interment
had plagued his thoughts for years
His will, laid out the strictest plans
which helped allay his fears.
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The soil temperature
Falls like a lady’s tissue
But scarcely noticed
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