GJC boyle

GJC boyle Poems

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Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
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Wind was blowing through the trees
I could hear the rustling of their leaves
The morning sun sneaking through the clouds
Birds singing morning sounds
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We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
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One won two too to three
Four fore for
Five six seven
Eight ate
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Please stop the damage is done
Or do you enjoy this
Is this your idea of fun
I am hanging on to reality by a tread
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Is it true birds fly south for the winter
Wish i was a bird for just one day
I would fly to and perch on your window
My baby bird flew away
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Would you like visit the stars
What about mercury
Or even mars
There is not that much space between us
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Winter is closed for another year
Spring has sprung upon us
Was the winter kind to you
I miss winter now its gone laying by the fire
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Can you show me the way
Cause i dream of better days
I now they are there
But searched i cant not find them anywhere
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Do you believe love is free
Have you not heard of the birds and the bees
Are you even listening to me
Nothing is free not even the air we breathe
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One door closes another one opens
But i have lost my keys though
I know through the window
Now i am in
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Writing line by line
Can i capture the truth in rhyme
You tell me okay its fine
Whats fine my writings or the rhymes
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Piece by piece
Little by little
I am stranded i am stuck in the middle
Up down do you know
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14.

So hot here even the trees are looking for shade
Come on they scream we do this all year
Without being paid
The tar is lifting of the road
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15.

Go got to go
But these days drag on ever so slow
I am taking a plane west
Running is what i do best
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Falling to pieces
Fold up in creases
Baron trees bending with breeze
No wonder they have no leaves
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If i fall will there be a net
If i let go will i forget
What if i jumped would i die
If you saw me again would you cry
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18.

I wrote a love song but i cant sing
Drift away hanging from rope swing
The afternoon sun breaks through the leaves
Knowing what i know now nothings what is seems
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Where to begin where to join in
vacant bright neons say otherwise
Stumbling in
Eyes ajust to the dark
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You caught my eye with your zipper skirt
I sent you a hello
We began to flirt
We are know to each other by our online names
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The Best Poem Of GJC boyle

Time

Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
And slow down when we want it to fly
Can you answer me
Can you tell me why
Dose time stand still
Time waits for no one
Travel in time machine
Dose time ever take time out
Time rules the world
From the time we raise to the time we sleep
We are paid for our
WE pay to use someone else's time
So time is money really
Time we spend together
A life time
We use time reading the times or time magazine
Can you tell me the time please
How many times would that have been said
Lunch time dinner time
My time your time
Your wasting time your wasting my time
Killing time i don't think so
We are running out of time
Race against time
loosing time
Making up for lost time
A bit of overtime
Time to go

GJC boyle Comments

Kim Maree 23 September 2012

Love your poems Gavin.. you can feel the emotion in your writing and i can definately relate to most of them in one way or another. Look forward to reading many more :)

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Kim Maree 23 September 2012

Love your poems Gavin your a very talented writer.. you can feel the emotion in your writing and I can definately relate to most of these in one way or another.. Look forward to more great work :)

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Kim Maree 23 September 2012

Love your poems Gavin. so hearfelt and i can definately relate to many of these poems. Well done Gavin keep up the wonderful work :)

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