Derek. A. Sim
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Derek. A. Sim Poems
As I fall to one knee, as I hone my will, I listen to my heartbeat; the world falls still. I'm aware of my challengers, I don't look in their eyes, There is only one winner; there is only one prize.
Better Late Than Never...
Better Late Than Never I had to work late; you're home all alone, you're probably wondering, ‘Why didn't he phone? '
My Tynedale. (Summer) Hedgerows green, wood pigeons preen, Quiet valleys seldom seen,
Linda Chose Me
It’s true there’s none so fair in face, Nor one more worthy of the chase, Greek Gods would bow their head’s in awe, And pay a ransom, to take my place.
Go to war; kill your brother, Fight to the end for your country, Slay the enemy; kill another, Both sides the same,
Has Anyone Got The Time
Dreams live far in the future, Memories dwell back in the past, The only time that is real, Is now, and it surely won't last,
The Heat Of The Battle
The devastation mounted, stacked high on layers of grief, damnation comes to visit, taxing all belief. Scanning all about me, the air thick with battle's noise, in craters of mud, stained the colour of blood, lay heroes, made from young boys.
The Place I Love!
The Place I Love!
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As I fall to one knee, as I hone my will,
I listen to my heartbeat; the world falls still.
I'm aware of my challengers, I don't look in their eyes,
There is only one winner; there is only one prize.
Relaxing my muscles, I target my mind,
I don't see pretenders, I'll leave them behind.
I feel my blood surge as I prepare for my run.
I'm out of my blocks; like bullet from gun.
My stride becomes longer and lower and yet…
I still hear their feet; I still smell their sweat.
I know they are there and I know what they yearn.
I push myself harder; my muscles now ...