Phil Soar Poems

Treasured items locked away in boxes in the loft
Where cobwebs weave their way across the beams
And the sound of mice and footsteps very soft
Make visiting more awkward than it seems
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I kissed the air, reflecting as I could
The mist that made the start of day sublime
And sitting by the lake inside the wood
I knew the land around me was all mine
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I cast my shadow on the forest floor
As beams of sunlight breached the canopy
Who else could witness what my eyesight saw?
What else was there to set my vision free?
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Crazy people with guns
Sons
Angry with the world
Fathers
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Do memories of first loves fade?
The kisses that were caught by lips so young
Wondering why this required the tongue
Like a squirming snake
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In the matter of me versus you
The law seems a bit of an ass
You always won when we were two
My reaction was always quite crass
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Terracotta pots
In lots
In gardening shops
On sale
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My knees have flees
The walls have ears
The doors ajar
That's really weird
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