Jak Black Poems

I'm sitting alone on my throne of cold stone,
High up on the mountain top.
I'm sitting alone with memories to hone,
Where the sandstone dares to outcrop.
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Enveloped in his cotton wraps
He rests his weary pate.
The day is used, the night is young,
Time, now, to meditate.
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A lady I thought was a friend,
Rubbished the words that I penned.
She thought such a slur
Would be of profit to her.
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Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
When you retire to your bed?
Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
What dreams play inside your head?
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The old man sat in his fireside chair,
His old dog lay at his feet.
Silence, pregnant with regret.
Answers incomplete.
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Daydreamers build castles way up in the blue,
And fill them with pictures that are never quite true.
A castle in clouds is a secret retreat,
Where hope for the future and fond memories accrete.
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She was such a pretty child,
And so much loved her dad.
Her mum had died two years ago,
Each was all the other had.
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Experiences, both good and bad
Help to character define.
You'll reflect on what you learned from them
Further on along the line.
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You left me with a broken heart,
I wouldn't let the teardrops flow.
Although, inside, I fell apart,
I couldn't let it show.
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We long to meet you, little pal.
The month of June is nigh.
A precious bundle born of love.
That, no-one can deny.
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