Norman E Dale Poems

He sits alone upon his bed,
his aging fur threadbare.
I've always called him just old Ted,
cos he was always there.
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The experts say
that sex each day,
is the answer to
recreation.
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Fear not that I will speak of things
I should no longer speak of.
For unspoken words ring louder
sometimes, that the shout from
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Is there someone under my bed?
There's lots of dust, Mum said,
When Grandad died last year,
I never cried a tear,
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I do not know, it is the truth,
was life much better in my youth.
When every love, each jug of wine,
those hours of joy, I took for mine.
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Petals open in the morn,
faces turn toward the dawn.
Like golden orb, the sun climbs high,
or raindrops drip, like a tear filled eye.
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And what about tomorrow,
for it's never far away.
Will it fulfil the hopes and dreams,
thay we have made today?
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In the depths of velvet mind,
there dwells the one who no
one knows, save for those moments
when he shows, in torment or in
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Oh yesterday, where have you gone,
so fast you slipped away,
while I in my naive way thought
your sun was here to stay.
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For he who would through
needle seek, some other land
where free from pain, the sun
shines brightly and there is no
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