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Thistle Wargul
Thistle Wargul Poems
| 41. | Broken | 11/23/2008 |
| 42. | Bleed No More* | 12/4/2008 |
| 43. | Infinity* | 3/7/2009 |
| 44. | Alone | 5/29/2009 |
| 45. | The Wise Forgive | 5/29/2009 |
| 46. | Seperate Ways* | 6/25/2009 |
| 47. | Grow Up* | 9/1/2009 |
| 48. | My Dad | 9/4/2009 |
| 49. | Beaten | 9/13/2009 |
| 50. | Watch Over Me* | 2/15/2010 |
| 51. | Call My Name | 3/19/2010 |
| 52. | You Can'T* | 5/27/2010 |
| 53. | Look Mum! | 11/11/2007 |
| 54. | Dance Of The Weasel | 11/11/2007 |
| 55. | Springtime | 11/11/2007 |
| 56. | Song Thrush | 11/11/2007 |
| 57. | War Is Over | 11/11/2007 |
| 58. | The Day You Died | 11/11/2007 |
| 59. | Waltzing The World Away | 10/26/2008 |
| 60. | I Feel You | 10/30/2008 |
| 61. | Last Chance* | 5/29/2009 |
| 62. | Just A Minute | 11/11/2007 |
| 63. | Depression | 11/11/2007 |
| 64. | Chain Reaction | 11/11/2007 |
| 65. | Bully | 11/11/2007 |
| 66. | Stop The Fighting | 11/4/2008 |
| 67. | The Silver Wolf | 10/26/2008 |
| 68. | Believe* | 5/17/2008 |
| 69. | Kidnapped | 4/2/2008 |
| 70. | Not Just A Pretty Face | 5/29/2009 |
| 71. | Long Lost Friend | 11/11/2007 |
| 72. | I'M Being Bullied! | 11/11/2007 |
| 73. | School's Out | 7/20/2008 |
| 74. | Mothers' Day | 11/11/2007 |
| 75. | A Boy Named Jack | 5/29/2009 |
Comments about Thistle Wargul
A Boy Named Jack
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jack,
Who loved playing with his friends and having a good yak.
One day in the woods he met a big bear
Which gave him a bigger scare.
He turned around and ran away,
Shouting “I don’t want to play! ”
He kept on running until he was home,
Discovering his Mum on the phone.
She was talking to his teacher at school;
My Burks, Jack’s Mum thought was cool.
Apparently Jack had been skipping class
After cutting himself on a piece of glass.
Unfortunately for the boy listening in,
Mr Burks never believed ...
I'M Being Bullied!
Every minute of every day,
Every second of every play,
I’m being bullied!
They’ll give me a kick or they’ll give me a punch,
They’ll do it in the lesson or they’ll do it at lunch,
Why oh why does it have to be me,
Why oh why can I not be free?
My name is Kyle and I am an amateur composer. I only do it for fun and make no money off it, so I hope you dont mind if I use you for inspiration. I was inspired by Dance of the Weasel and I wrote a short piano solo. I don't think I could capture the poem truly, and I took the words very literally. You can view it here: https: //musescore.com/meelosweasel/dance-of-the-weasel
Keep up the poems, you've got a beautiful, albeit meloncholy, way with words
I sorry you are going tru this. You do not deserve it..no one does. I hope thing changes for you and things get better.
I tried emailing you directly but it no work. I like your poem but they show much pain, Im sad for that: (
sorry