Dan Reynolds

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Dan Reynolds Poems

41. Mourning The Passage Of Night 9/22/2013
42. Ode From A Dying Bee. 9/25/2013
43. Re-Losing My(Any) Religion. 9/27/2013
44. By N.E.Uvaneighm 10/1/2013
45. The Wings Of Woe Betide 10/3/2013
46. Vessel Of Dreamscape. 10/18/2013
47. Do You Surreally Want To Hurt Me, By Sub-Culture Club? 10/30/2013
48. Subduing The Phoenix 11/1/2013
49. Awakening By The Shore At Rowardennan 11/7/2013
50. The Death Of A Poetry Forum. 11/9/2013
51. My Cross Copes And Sleight Of Mind. (Sonnet) 11/13/2013
52. Unclean Sheet 11/15/2013
53. Undesirable Elements Of Her Past. 11/29/2013
54. Unstationery Traveller 11/29/2013
55. Two Views From The Erskine Bridge. 12/6/2013
56. Prey! 11/15/2013
57. The Tears That Men Are Loathe To Shed 11/18/2013
58. For The 25th Anniversary 12/18/2013
59. The Mall On Christmas Eve Was Not The Same 12/20/2013
60. When You Take The Sym From Sympathetic 12/30/2013
61. Dawn Of The Resilient Surge. 1/20/2014
62. Rabbie’s Eye 1/25/2014
63. To Cream, The Implausible Dreams. 2/2/2014
64. The Day The King Was Buried Alive 2/3/2014
65. How Many Winters (Haikus) 1/13/2014
66. Fisherman's Point 2/6/2014
67. Over The Edge. (Sonnet) 2/13/2014
68. Love Is Not……….. 2/14/2014
69. The New Musical Express's Ailment Of Choice. 2/20/2014
70. Jeely Jors And Welly Rings 3/4/2014
71. That Elusive Sound 3/7/2014
72. The Derise And Coll(Ie) Of The Roman Empire. 3/11/2014
73. The Men Only Razor? 3/14/2014
74. It’s My Chapatti And I’ll Cry If I Want To. 3/15/2014
75. The Crimson Blusher 3/21/2014
76. It Never Rains. Full Stop. 3/26/2014
77. Love’s Wake Up Call. (Sonnet) 3/26/2014
78. The Melting And The Merging Of The Souls (Sonnet-Ish) 2/27/2014
79. Shift Handover 3/31/2014
80. Removing The Spark 4/11/2014

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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

Read the full of My Old School.

The Pawnbroker's Reward

She traced the salty track across her cheek
in search of any source that she may stem.
Her quest revealing nothing so unique
as did the secret hidden in that gem.

To laymen this may be an amethyst,
of no great value in the broadest sense.
A trifling trinket tied around her wrist

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