Dan Reynolds

Gold Star - 4,938 Points (Justiceville)

Dan Reynolds Poems

1. Halle Loo? Jah! 8/21/2010
2. The Ballad Of Jock Dean. 1/30/2011
3. Can I Offer A Version Of The World's (Supposedly) Funniest Joke? 2/17/2011
4. Has Anybody Else Questioned The Dawn 6/3/2011
5. Behind The Iron Gate 7/21/2011
6. How Kin Ye No Get A Single Fish In A Glezga Chippie? 7/4/2011
7. Do You Know How Romero Helped Cure Masculine Ailments In The Future? 9/1/2011
8. Humble Pii 's Are Squared. (P R2) (P R2) 9/2/2011
9. When Young, He Sprung On Cloven Hooves 9/6/2011
10. When I Listen To Camel’s Song, “for Today” 9/11/2011
11. Somnambulistic Sonnet 9/14/2011
12. The Gristle-Biter 9/15/2011
13. Indian Summer 9/30/2011
14. Facing Facets Of Timely Reminders. 10/1/2011
15. The Not So Royal Mint. 10/6/2011
16. Are Emos Monopolising The Muse? 1/5/2012
17. Take A Bad Look At Yourself 2/28/2012
18. Mulch Ado About Nothing? 4/3/2012
19. What Kind Of Things Could Make A Grown Man Cry? 4/6/2012
20. Jack's Missing Leg, As A Conversation Piece. 6/20/2012
21. An Olympian Sonnet Of Sorts 7/27/2012
22. An Ode For All Christmas Workers. 12/24/2012
23. Ever Fell Foul Of Your Own Conscientious Consumer Choices? 3/1/2013
24. Faith In Futility 3/19/2013
25. The Wind That Never Blows 3/26/2013
26. Denial Of The Inner Bully. 3/30/2013
27. Styx And The Stones May Break 3/30/2013
28. Behind The Magic Cottage 3/30/2013
29. Bonjour Mon Cher Et Cher-Alike. 4/2/2013
30. Did You Know That, Not All Gnomes Sit Still In Your Gardens? 4/4/2013
31. God Doesn’t Have The Monopoly On Haloes, Does He? 4/18/2013
32. Who Can The Godless Turn To In Such Times 5/2/2013
33. Are God And Mother Nature In Cahoots? 5/23/2013
34. Letting The Dog Out Late In June. 6/14/2013
35. Re-Awakening. 5/28/2013
36. The Unwanted Prize 9/6/2013
37. The Tourist's Rap? 9/12/2013
38. The Straits Of Cerebronica 9/16/2013
39. Autumn With You. 9/19/2013
40. Mourning The Passage Of Night 9/22/2013
Best Poem of Dan Reynolds

My Old School.

He couldn't go back
to his old school,
the bastards had knocked it down
Tore away his memories
his triggers to his past
and as an afterthought
rebuilt, renamed, and
reneged on their promise.

No more broken stained glass mosaics
no more shiny loo roll
no more lighting bunsen burners
from statically charged fingertips
no more prickly bushes
no more beatings, heading home
no more spittle-flicking
on the blazer backs in front.
No more wistful gazing
to the girls' school o'er the road

He picked out from the rubble

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The Reckoning.

<p align='center'>I hugged a brittle stick the other night
The remnants of a friend.
A wheezing, gasping, floundering fish.
He sang in bursts..
but still, he sang.</p align='center'>

<B>I tried to fill his furrowed lines
Re-paint his hair jet-black
Inflated out his sullen shouders

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