Tag: poem
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Pain Inside
By Mark Quinn A glow a smile across your face,the torment the torture, not a trace.Your face lights up with friends around,your evil demons go to ground. Joy and laughter you cannot see,pain and sorrow you wish you were free.You want to laugh but what the heck,anguish and torment around your neck. Sometimes you have
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Asylum
By Mark Quinn Bloodshot eyes and grinding teethall brought on by disbelief.Biting down with so much force,leather bound straight jacketpar for the course.Being forced to look at light,terror in mind,there’s so much fright.Electric treatment the mind that fries,black-blooded finger nails scratch at eyes.Been attained for nothing but confusionin a deep dark cell in the asylum.
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Following Through
By Mark Quinn Oh my,oh my,what have I done?I blew my nose and burst my bum!When my nose that I did blowand believe me now,I did it slow;for when I blewI followed through!I could feelsticky toffee pudding,I just blew,I did nothing.So next time I feel a sneeze,I’ll grab a tissue that is newand I must
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Sea
By Mark Quinn Do I like a rough sea?Or do I like a calm one?See it bash the rocksand shake me from my socks;dip my toes in the Med,the sun beating down on my head.Whitby in the winterwith waves as high as a kite?On the sands of Lindoswith reflections in the moonlight?See the ships get
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Wiggy
By Mark Quinn I once had some hair,it was firmly on my head.Then came the windand it was brown bread.It was sticky-taped down,I’m sure I said.I loved that head of hairthat was firmly on my head. It took off like a sparrowflying in the sky.It looked so pretty,flying up so high.Up between the cloudsit was
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