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Best Poems Written by Stephen Blencowe

Below are the all-time best Stephen Blencowe poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Blue Moon

I'm lost inside your world...
       Hang on every word...
       A love I can't afford...
       I breaks my heart...
       Sapping my hopes..
       Draining my dreams...
       I live my life in a constant
       daze...
       Confused,bewitched and
       bewildered...
       Hot under the collar...
       My love is far too young...
       It's painfully naive..
       For a man matured in years..
       I worry...
       About the money...
       Living faraway from friends...
       about the years I have not got...
       And yes I love too much..
       Your always on my mind...
       Not to sure if that's healthy...
       You make me feel ten feet tall...
       And then I fall..
       Or hit the wall...
       I am a fool...
       For believing dreams come true..
       They only make you blue...

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Calling Time

Like a wounded soldier..
            Crawling through the lines...
            I hold my hand out to you...
            But your too far away..
            Almost blinded by the blast...
            I look into your eyes..
            Don't let a tear drop fall...
            My arms are aching...
            Dragging this bloodied..
            broken down body...
            Across the muddy ground..
            I need your arms to to pull me free..
            My legs are numb..
            Have lost all feeling...
            Are you coming back to me....
            Don't leave and walk away...
            I'm deafened by the sound of war...
            Please loudly call my name...
            and let me know your there..
            My heart is beating with retreat...
            Let me leave this battlefield..
            I'm coming home to you...
            My final breath has left me..
            I'm dying in your arms...
            Wrap them tight around me..
            and take me to my maker....

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Tickled Pink

Funny but it makes me laugh

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Holding Back the Tears

I really think I know you, even when I'm blue
    When were full of Tasmanian oysters and too much chardonnay
    But now your'e going home alone, I'm feeling oh so empty.

    I do not think I know you, my dearest Sue, why so vague?
    Why don't you return my calls, Should I get a takeaway?
    I really think I know you even when I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, when the banking statements due
    Was that a spending spree when you spent the monthly pay
    Now my wallet feels so light and oh so very empty.

    I do not think I know you, are you really true
    When you go away for days and stray amid the fray
    I do not think I know you, even though I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, though why so many shoes
    How would you pick a pair, if we had to run away
    And why keep all the boxes, especially when they're empty.

   I do not think I know you, when were standing in a queue
   Together yet so far apart, I look and feel dismay
   I really think I know you, even though I'm blue
   There's nothing left for us to share, our love is all but empty.
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A Storm In a Teacup

The broken teacup sits sadly on the garden table
        Wearing tarnished stains and hardened sugar decorating
        the sides
        There's a bracken coloured moss that's resting at the bottom
        Saddened by the wastefulness and ready for the bin

        The half empty teacup sits regretfully on the bedside table
        It wears a scarlet lipstick kiss that lays upon the lip
        A hand print caresses the curved handle and the teaspoon
        lays in the saucer
        Saddened by the coldness and wishing it were full

        The cup of tea sits proudly on the table
        Full to brimming and letting off a fragrant steam
        Luring with a hot temptation and a desire to be drunk
        With soft white crystals that sweeten on the tongue
        But saddened by the emptiness that surely comes

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Going, Going, Gone

Blindly running down the road, misted by the coming storms

     Standing lonely in the room surrounded by the family pictures

     Tomorrow's past today and now you're all my yesterday's......

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A Town Called Beyond

Little town do not frown, this is no country circus, there are no smiling clowns,
   please wear that pretty party gown
   One road in and one road out to get us all about, a spin around the roundabout,
   you wandering gadabout
   In the fields are sweat stained bodies toiling, tempers boiling, tilling drought ridden
   fields of hardened, unforgiving soil
   The sheep and cows patrol the never ending pastures, while eating off the local plate
   for them there's no escape
   Machinery working overtime, thrashing, cutting, relentlessly taking full grown life,
   never stopping till the farmhands bedtime
   Lonely streets sits waiting for any sign of life, a mother and baby, perhaps the vicars wife,
   this sense of isolation rife
   There's silence running all around as if this place has come to rest, upon this sandy ground
   leading to the west
   Though far into the distance a desperate howl is heard, it chills me to the bone, i'm ashen
   faced and all a feared
   The hotel sits just off the street, a bleak and sad reminder, a bitter taste of yesteryears,
   when the darts team played a blinder
   Yet in amongst this emptiness there is a rose filled garden, with scents, bouquets and
   vibrant blooms that tantalise my weary senses, oh sweet oasis, so please i beg your pardon
   For decent, honest people are living here today, to earn the pay so they will stay, their
   children with a place to play
   But having left the garden it's the lonely sound of tumbleweed, blowing down the empty
   streets and through my head, I must take heed
   Before the spiteful dust returns to seed, making plants that cry and bleed

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Joanne

JANUARY WAS ANTARCTICA.....
                           OCTOBER A BEACH IN BALI......
                           ALMOST FORGOT HONG KONG AT EASTER.....
                           NEW YEARS DAY IN SYDNEY......
                           NOW WHERE TO NEXT MY LOVE.....
                           EMIGRATE TO ENGLAND?......

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A Sheepdogs Tail

I'm bordering on a collie, a farmers friend indeed..
 I've heard I am a sheepdog or so the cockerel crows..
 Others say I'm barking mad and doing harm to trees..
 But there's much to like about my life, except for Winter
 mornings, when the cold and snow are laying...
 My paws play tiptoe in the snow, I need some furry boots..
 I'm up each day at the crack of dawn and working in the fields,
 no fleecy coat for me...
 Those wooly headed creatures are driving me insane..
 Now they're going scatty because the wind is blowing...
 Running round in circles, not knowing where they're going..
 The ewes are feebly bleating for their lambs of yesterday..
 While the happy rams are far away and seeing pastures new..
 What would the farmer do without me, maybe whistle in the wind..
 Or have blisters on his on his size ten feet..

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Summertime Blues

IT'S BEEN A BUSY SEASIDE SUMMER DAY..
     WHILE THE SUN WAS AT IT'S HEIGHT AND BURNING
     UP THE DAY...
     ON THE BEACH THEY'RE LAYING AND BASKING
     IN THE SUN...
     SOME TURN A GOLDEN COLOUR..
     WHILE OTHERS GLOW A SCARLET RED JUST LIKE
     A STICK OF SEASIDE ROCK...
     BEWARE THE UV'S, THERE'S CANCER IN THE AIR..
     THE DECK CHAIRS WEAR CONTENTED SMILES WITH
     PEOPLE IN THEIR LAPS..
     WHILE AT THE WATERS EDGE THE CHILDREN PLAY..
     DANCING WILDLY IN THE WATER....
     LAUGHING LOUDLY AT THE WAVES....
     THE OLDIES ARE OUT THERE PADDLING WHILE TIGHTLY
     HOLDING HANDS..
     SHE HOLDS HER DRESS UP TO HER KNEES.
     GOD, DO THEY STILL WEAR BLOOMERS..
     WHILE OUT AT SEA THE LILO'S FLOAT....
     AND BOBBLE IN THE WAVES..
     FIGHTING WITH THE CURRENTS..
     THERE'S A COUPLE WITH A WAYWARD BEACH BALL...
     YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN..
     AS IT LANDS IN SOMEONE'S PICNIC LUNCH..
     ICE CREAM, DRINKS AND CANDY FLOSS..
     THE SMELL OF GREASY FISH AND CHIPS..
     I'M CRAVING FOR A QUIET PLACE.
     THE NOISE AROUND IS QUITE UNSETTLING..
     THE SHOUTING, SCREAMING, PEOPLE FALLING OUT
     AND PEOPLE MAKING OUT...
     WILL SOMEONE STOP THAT DOG FROM BARKING..
     PLEASE GET ME UNDER A LARGE UMBRELLA..
     I'M BURNING IN THE RAYS..
     WHILE NEXT TO ME THE RAUCOUS SOUNDING SEAGULLS
     FIGHT FOR SCRAPS OF FOOD..
     FOR ALL THE SUN THE DAY IS PASSING BY AND SOON
     THE LIGHT WILL GO TO SLEEP..
     THE NOISE HAS NOW ABATED AND IS DRIFTING OUT TO SEA..
     THE BEACH WILL SOON BE EMPTY AND PEACEFUL ONCE AGAIN..
     THE TIDE HAS WOKEN UP AND IS CLAWING BACK THE SHORE..
     SLOWLY FIRST THEN WITH A BRUTAL RUSH.
     THE CRASHING, FOAMING WAVES LAY WHITENED ON THE BEACH..
     A SILENT CHILL IS FELT AS EVENING SLOWLY FALLS..
     THERE'S SHADOW'S ON THE PROMENADE AS LONELY JOGGERS RUN..
     PUFFING OUT THEIR CHEST'S AND GETTING OUT OF BREATH..
     IT'S BEEN A LONG AND STRESSFUL DAY AND I NEED A CUP OF TEA..
     AND A MOMENT TO MYSELF..........