Jeff Stoddart Poems

Life is what we make it, a cliché but so true
Non the less a truism, it applies to me and you
Our glass may be half empty or our glass may be half full
Whichever way you look at it, it's really beautiful
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Lady Diana are you dreaming, all our tears belong to you
Now the time we shared together has all gone
The love affair which started so many years ago
You came into our lives lost and alone.
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Love and devotion are based on reality
For love must increase as each day goes by
And true love knows no set regularity
Unless it increases it must surely die.
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Take a cabin by a river, on an English summer's day
Watch the waving golden barley from a boat out in a bay
Take the beauty of a sunrise, reds and golds and yellows too.
See the sunlight on a meadow, think my thoughts......and think of you.
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In the glass the other day, an old man with feet of clay
Who used to be a giant in his prime
But the years they take their toll, on the body and the soul
For the times are ever changing all the time.
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Rich in the wild, free, Romany way he rests in Devon earth
Suffering now all gone, he sleeps in the cradle of his birth
And all left behind remember,
A man cut down in the warm September of his years.
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Look at me, here I sit old before my time
Broken dreams around my feet, memories sublime
Aching heart beneath my breast....pain is all I see
Endless days of pity, a requiem for you and me.
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Lost in the mists, and long ago a tiny flame began
Flickered in the dismal gloom, took shape became a man
Trembled as it struggled to warm a cold grey dawn
And the greatest Island nation known to man, was born.
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All my life I have searched for you, everywhere
Across the oceans of my untrammelled mind
And all my life I have prayed for you, somewhere
Dreaming, always hoping I would find
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Inhuman wretch..! one flash and life departs
From downy breast that lately trilled an air
And now the cold grey grip of death it starts
Your dripping blood tempts reynard from his lair.
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