Mark Curtis Poems

For you a poem, verse or even riddle,
To play your heart strings like a fiddle.
Increase the rate of rhythmic beats,
Will be the greatest of all feats.
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I write about things, i find funny,
an overdraft and still no money,

On old man on his mobile phone,
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A thing that’s always puzzled me,
how strict a teacher would you be?
I think i have a good idea,
read on below, would i be near?
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My memories of you, are never sad,
I'd like to share some with you Dad.

You never ceased to make me laugh,
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A follower of sport i claim to be,
apart from this, it’s so dreary.

Charging, screening illegal blocking,
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My dearest darling Olive Oil, I hope this don't make your blood boil.
Spare me some you time, that I can spend, to prove I am aa actual friend?
I want to win back all your trust, don't make me wait until I rust.
I know I need just one more chance; this time won't be a merry dance.
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I like to lose myself in your eyes,
I like the ones that shine not cries.
I like it when you hold my hand,
I like it when you say “that’s grand”.
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Work is over for the day,
the Boxing Club I make my way.
Smell of sweat in lights so dim,
welcome to my home sweet gym.
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Phone calls you no longer return,
your mind made up i can not turn.
Email and texts assume rejected,
i suffer much, you’re unaffected.
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Time measured in ten ways,
Measure one, is in full days
Measure two, a moment’s gaze
Measure three, a passing phase,
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