Alan Bruce Thompson Poems

She looks into the mirror with a loving stare,
Wallowing in her beauty, adoring with care.

She turns herself around in her selfie affair,
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I always say 'Yes', can never say 'No',
Swallow all hurt, let no feelings show.

He insulted me badly, called me the 'Son of a Bore'
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The holy family made of wood,
Hoisted on shoulders, staggering then stood.
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Deep beneath the surface of the sea,
Away from the tides and the winds from lea.
The mighty kraken floated as if lighter than air,
Their tentacles swirling like octopi without a care.
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Must I ride inside this coach? My place is not in a bus!
These children make so much noise, all this fuss.

These disgusting people should be kept apart from me,
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After the rain, the street smells clean,
Fresh and washed, ready to dream.

The summer’s coming, the snow is gone,
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It's the time of year when the sun begins to turn down,
The leaves start turning, they fall then they're blown.

Each day is shorter, each night a little long,
Quite soon at midnight we'll hear the midday bird song.
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The thirty hour work week of six hours for five days
Will not work for those who prefer lazy ways.

'If they work so little they won't work at all'
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It’s not bad being a dog, this time around,
As long as I live in a happy home and not in the pound.

Being born again was just my luck,
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It takes a child twenty years to become fully grown,
But in the second twenty the adult is very much alone.

Aging is our marker along the lines of time,
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