Mary Champion Poems

Whichever way we look the world's on fire
civilization is coming off the rails.
We see, the cruel triumph of the liar,
when might is right and only greed prevails.
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I feel sorry for heroes.

Heroes have a hard time.
We ask so much of them
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Now time passes by with blood on its hands,
Foreshadowing death with each broken spell.
The shifting grains of its treacherous sands
cut short the stories our souls try to tell-
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Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
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1.
The least lovable
is the one who most needs us
to offer him love
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I met her when she was too young
but still she stole my heart.
Fell for the woman she'd become
then we were torn apart.
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Cold!
Ice and icebergs,
ice sheets, ice floes.
Frosty mornings,
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St Valentine, your hit man, Cupid,
called and shot me with his arrow,
fired it through my common sense
and now I'm mad with love, demented.
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Through a life time we build our empire.
All the memories
all the knowledge
all the Wisdom we have gained.
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There are plebs in the pub
discussing the latest in Corrie.
So earnest!
So engaged!
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