Robert Green Poems

Streams full and rushing
Young boy splashing
Wellies wet, dashing
Water lapping,
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You take My words
Brushes in hand
Blank canvas on stand
The curve of a woman
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I was your distraction
You were mine
With satisfaction
I found you divine
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I lay cold and pale
In a casket made of wood
Six foot hole awaits
In a world where I once stood.
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In the quiet, still morning
Of calm waters and painted skies
A tall story waits to be told.
Here to unfold.
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Look at them lay
Just for a day
Wrapped up in wool
Innocents so peaceful.
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Red Rose! Frozen!
Roses by the dozen
Cold start
Petals encrusted holding ones heart.
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Bonfire night
Wood and boxes alight
Children's glee
All around to see.
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November's here, let it begin
If you truly believe, then it's a sin
Humbug! Humbug!
Christmas has started, hear the plea.
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