Dan Reynolds Poems

The light had barely broken
when his flutter caught my ear.
Through bleary, sleep-stained, sticky eyes
upon my sill, he did appear.
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Regardless of the tongue with which we’re born,
the thoughts within develop at a pace
until the day when from us, they are torn,
and proffered to a wasteful human race.
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Scent of my….

The road mender's brazier on a warm summer's day
When the smell of tar was melting from the pavement anyway
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There once was a flower who learned how to think
evolving to harness it's best chance of life
no visible brain and no definite link
to show how or when it fell on its own knife.
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Do You Know the Muffin Man
who visits every morn
who nothing does as nothing can
while ripening the corn?
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How can I welcome Spring without regret?
This time of new-found hope for life's rebirth
When every daffodil exhumes my debt
to you whose genes have placed me on this earth.
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Those who search, may not all find,
Answers which just spring to mind.
The fruitless waste of perspiration,
In search of unearned inspiration,
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The glass
is quickly running
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(May be sung to the tune of 'Hallelujah'; ¬)

They say ye canny fill yer breechs
Wi' tatty scones and boiled leeks
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They say, 'a picture's worth a thousand words'.
A slight exageration, you might think?
This notion needs dispatching for the birds,
as scrutiny reveals the dubious link.
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