James Urwin Poems

Is he just a Muppet...or...is he a Man?
has he got himself...a selfish, master plan?

The one...who tells us our so,
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I stroll my walk, over the barron hills i go,
to find a little stream....I have become to know.

I sit upon the rocks, of her wild water flow,
where the greenist of moss, does so succulently grow.
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In the dirty Pigs pit,
is where.. alone the Pig does now sit.

All because of another Sow...
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It hides from me,
where ever I may be.

Love has no face.
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I do not want to be involved, at your grand table of feast`s,
for I will not drink blood... with such shallow of beautifully dressed Beasts.

I want no place where this meal be served,
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Unleash your powers... to complete your gain,
drench us all...in the healing, of your monsoon like rain.

Consciences cleared with every single rain drop,
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Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet.

Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
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I would like...to bounce away the Moon,
throw Jupiter at Venus...just to hear the impact tune.

Then take a pot shot...at all of the Stars,
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I honestly didn't mean to do it,

I only tried to make the pieces fit,
but...now I am afraid that...we are all in the sht.

I recently found an old puzzle...that had no name,
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Did you ever hear the full ending of the Three Little Pigs tale?

In the end...the last little piggy had to sue the builders
when the foundation of his brick house...did fail,
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