Terry Charles Poems

A young man was walking
In a beautiful garden one day
Looking around at the many flowers
He saw a beautiful red rose
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In the south Atlantic the sea runs red
With the blood of British sons now dead
Never again will they have tears of pain
Now they lay silent in the cold and rain
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As I gaze at the empty chair
I miss him not sitting there
Without him I feel alone
The house is silent and cold
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Poets are like artists
Artists create pictures with a brush
Poets create pictures with a pen
As you sit reading a poem
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On pension you don't have a lot of wealth
They say old age doesn't come by itself
Who wants to be old and sick
And walk with two sticks
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She wakes up in the early morning
Looking out of the bedroom window
She is surprised to see
Overnight everything has turned white
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I bought two white spaniels
The two are a funny pair
Black noses long ears and curly hair
But to me are special very rare
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Who separated darkness from the light
Gave men eyes and sight
Gave little children tears to cry
Who designed snowflakes and made them fall
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How wonderfully we are made
We have eyes and sight to see
beautiful colours in creation
And two ears to hear
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In this world people
have cried many silent tears
over loved ones who have died
Will people ever live again
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