James Asher Poems

There's this little fruit bowl placed here on the side,
Let's take closer look at all the fruit inside.

This is a massive fruit bowl,
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When I was just a little lad,
Certain things made me mad.
Mum, she’d scream, dad he shouts,
“Eat your bleedin’ Brussel Sprouts! ”
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Hi, my name’s, um, um; thingamabob.
Yep that’s it, not Bob but Paul! ! !
And I live in a…………..What’s it called; opposite to small?
It’s not very big, or very tall.
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Burst the bubbles on the sheet,
Push my fingers so they meet,
Squeeze them hard,
So they'll pop
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I pull my socks up!
they
fall
down.
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I live in a three sided quadrilateral house,
It has a rhombus shaped door
Sitting squarely; 45 degrees to the floor.
It's crowned with a four sided triangular roof
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With verbal silence,

I TALK.
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A rifle's volley; like the voice of Thor.
Bullets flying; into flesh they bore.
Blood is mixed with flesh and bone.
A battle field scarred; I'm all alone.
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My mind is a solace place,
For it dreams within dreams
- full of emptiness and quiet noise.
She screams in silent voice, and
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Sweet amber nectar enliven the natural pallet of Gaia.
Respond to the sacred journey of the golden chariot, awaken!
Dawn breeze sing your melody to the nature of Earth
Who, from the embraces of Nyx, from their slumber softly shaken!
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