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brian roy skyers Poems

41. Crucifixion..Remember Me. 4/6/2012
42. A Titanic Loss. 4/19/2012
43. The Village Ram 4/25/2012
44. Mayday. 5/1/2012
45. Talk To Me. 5/4/2012
46. Angry. 5/4/2012
47. Bring Him To Book. 5/29/2012
48. Get On Your Horse 5/31/2012
49. Chelsea..At The Shed. 5/31/2012
50. Her Majesty 6/5/2012
51. England Expects 6/12/2012
52. A Kick About 6/14/2012
53. Swag Bag 7/12/2012
54. Hide A-Way 7/14/2012
55. Olympic Fever 7/15/2012
56. Wherefore Art Though Julian 8/20/2012
57. Bedtime 9/11/2012
58. Flight 9/11/2012
59. Roll On The Morning 9/11/2012
60. Know Your Friends 9/14/2012
61. The Devil In Kansas 9/22/2012
62. Pre History 9/22/2012
63. Four Walls 9/26/2012
64. Tempestuous Sky 9/26/2012
65. Tick Tock 9/26/2012
66. Delivery On Demand 4/18/2012
67. Not For Me 10/16/2012
68. Halloween Revenge 10/25/2012
69. Hurricane Sandy 11/5/2012
70. By The Horn 11/5/2012
71. Person Of Interest 12/3/2012
72. Prequel..Cock Robin. 3/1/2012
73. Sequel..Chainsaw..My Despair. 3/1/2012
74. Mothers Day. 3/14/2012
75. At Peace 12/15/2012
76. The Mayan. 12/21/2012
77. Generations 12/22/2012
78. So Long My Baby. 1/22/2013
79. Sameera's..The Fight For Life. 4/18/2013
80. Old Jamaica 7/24/2013
Best Poem of brian roy skyers

Who Killed Cock Robin?

What a calamity!
What is this that has befallen the valley?
No dawn chorus
No Shep, the sheepdog to meet the bus
Simon rooster has no wish to crow
Mellow lark has no get-up-and go
Natures community has never known it so dark
As the days wear on, still they come
We can’t say when the homage will be done
Who could commit this mortal sin
Still..cold..lifeless lies Cock Robin
Inspector Mole, determined to find the killer
Scrutinises all, in effort to identify the sinner
There may be a list of suspects and many a confession
To find the truth he will make...

Read the full of Who Killed Cock Robin?

The Thinker

THE THINKER.


JOE BLOGGS, YOU’VE RETIRED TO THAT PRIVATE PLACE
WHERE YOU CAN CONTEMPLATE THE PROBLEMS OF THE HUMAN RACE

OTHERS MAY CALL IT THE SMALLEST ROOM, WHERE SOMETIMES IT’S AS COLD AS STONE
BUT YOU DON’T MIND A BIT AS IT’S YOUR VERY OWN THRONE

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