Clive Blake Poems

He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!
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Heading into Bethlehem...
Three Wise Men,
In search of a stable.
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Ban the bomb!
Save the whale!
Please don't step on
That poor snail.
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Allow me the time …
To stand and stare,
To ponder on the how and where,
To lose myself in thoughtfulness,
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If you could shrink infinity,
And then place it inside -
Just one grain of sand,
My love for you would fill the universe,
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We had a most horrid schoolteacher,
And us children did all hate her,
She'd shout at us for no real reason,
And threaten to see us later,
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You are number two,
To my number one,
My life half way through,
Yours, not long begun,
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The sleepy old owl
Watched the water-fowl,
As some moorhens floated by.
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