JJ Evendon Poems

I am the cunning Fox – Renard is my name
I roam around Bockmer looking for game.
Rabbits, guinea pigs and chickens will do,
and my favourite meal is a duck or two.
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Earth would be a much happier place
if it were not for us - the human race.
Animals, birds and mammals too,
would be best left alone – I think stands true.
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After I have lived and died
who shall there be to shed a tear or cry?
Friends silently utter words of praise
of a life shared of joyous yesterdays.
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Do you believe in ghosts or apparitions?
Are they here, or is it just a figment of our imagination?
We've all heard tales of things that go bump in the night
and of stories that give us goose pimples and hair raising frights,
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I'm too bad for heaven,
not sure about hell.
Living dreams full of nightmares,
got a face like a grumpy grizzly bear.
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I see branches wave in the ice cold wind.
It’s snowing hard so glad to be in.
Letters posted through the door,
all found in a heap rest on the floor.
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There's a door in front of me
that seems to be locked for all eternity.
I've been here waiting ten minutes or more,
standing patiently in front of this door.
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Within our mind are doors that can be opened,
that only fate can access like some magic token.
A source of light locked inside a dark place
that would otherwise be lost and disappear into its space.
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An old oil lamp discarded in a locked cupboard room
lies covered in cobwebs next to a worn out broom.
Spiders and mice have long since gone.
The consequence of being left in the dark for so long.
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Ah to go camping is a treat.
To lie under cover except for your feet.
Though the tent may be the best
with all the rain it will surely be put to test.
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