Phil Soar Poems

The cost of giving nothing, is a price you have to pay
For not caring about the world, or caring what you say
Regardless of your stature, your soul just will not rest
If you just give no ounce of love, or give of yourself the best
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My Hand and it's digits
Are required for my fidgets
My toes and my feet
For pacing the street
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I love the scent of Lavender
It soothes my aching mind
I love the smell of a blushing rose
Of a full and open kind
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The Ice Cream headache burns my mind
It was supposed to be a treat
But now there is just the pain
She watched me ask for the Mr Softie
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After the rain we wish for blue not grey
In winter
Our hearts and minds may hurt because it makes us sad
That sky we wish for is gone
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Nothing good will come of it
My mother used to say
She always stopped me doing things
In case I went astray
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And so the sun is out again
after being blocked the other day
but clouds have circled overhead
and took the lovely sun away
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I crawled into bed, Just after Fred
And before our Albert came home
We were three of fifteen, and our mum was obscene
In matters sexual, she was well known
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Oh Innocent child, how I dream whilst you sleep,
Of all that I want you to have, and to keep,
Of how best to steer you, and not have to shove,
Be careful I don't smother you with my love.
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To share a thought or two, at time like this
Is not so hard
You can send your Heart-felts sympathy
Accompanied by a card.
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