Kevin Moss Poems

When life's pressures invade my space,
I escape to my secret place.
No one knows where that might be,
it's not on land, nor air or sea.
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All prospects were grim to say but the least,
my short life would end just after the feast.
Invited to dine by King Hugo De'vear,
I knew the kind offer was not that sincere.
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The lottery of life holds great mystery,
no one knows what's coming, or what's going to be.
We can't decide our parents, or in which land we are born,
it may start in a ghetto, or a crown you may adorn.
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I saw you in my dreams last night,
even there we had to fight.
I see you when I close my eyes,
and can't forgive you for your lies.
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As the Olympiad approaches,
nervous athletes worried coaches.
No one sees the work that's done,
in the hope of medals won.
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I knew a man called Isaac Clay,
who lived by night and slept by day.
He fed on fresh human blood,
like any decent vampire would.
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Oh lovely flower I've watched you grow,
in the wind, the rain and snow.
How beautiful you are to me,
ever by your side I want to be.
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Twas nursery days when we first met,
A tiny terror, you teachers pet.
I threw A book, began to cry,
you held my hand and with A sigh, you smiled at me,
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Twas a close hot summers night,
toward the middle of July,
whilst out on a midnight flight,
I met Baldrock the Dragonfly.
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With great applause you win the fight,
and hold the winning belt above your head.
Alone I sit in my defeat, my preparation incomplete,
awaiting patronizing comments that I dread.
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