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Month: February 2013

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  • February
If there is life after death are we restricted by our beliefs?
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  • Life

If there is life after death are we restricted by our beliefs?

  • Dean
  • February 24, 2013
I read quite a fascinating article today about atheists take on life after death. The many atheists that I have spoken to said there was no existence of death, this…
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  • Sweden

Petra Larsson and Louise Fors – Why they should play for Sweden

  • Dean
  • February 24, 2013
When Pia Sundhage picked her first competitive squad for The Algarve Cup it was a squad that mixed experience with youth. From Linköping, the established Internationals of Sofia Lundgren and…
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New tomorrow – Poem about moving on
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  • poem

New tomorrow – Poem about moving on

  • Dean
  • February 23, 2013
A road that we once walked as two Now I tread alone The trees that once we sat under Now just overgrown A flame you lit burn deep Now the…
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Prisoner no more – New Poem
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  • poem
  • poetry

Prisoner no more – New Poem

  • Dean
  • February 19, 2013
Moved on to your new world As you left me here to rot Reaching for familiar ground You said I’d lost the plot Grasping for familiar Whilst leaving me for…
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  • Uncategorized

Can anyone save Melodifestivalan?

  • Dean
  • February 18, 2013
Melodifestivalan 2012. I remember the first time I heard Loreen sing Euphoria I said to my friend that not only would it win Melodifestivalan but it would also storm the…
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Unbreakable love – New Poem
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  • poem

Unbreakable love – New Poem

  • Dean
  • February 14, 2013
The day you came into the world My heart became a sun Breathing life into your soul Your time had just begun Each breath you take I follow The little…
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A mothers love – New Poem
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A mothers love – New Poem

  • Dean
  • February 14, 2013
Let me tell you every day Of my love for your my son Very special you are to me Eternally the one You are the light that guides me On…
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Otto von Bismarck
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  • Photography

Otto von Bismarck

  • Dean
  • February 3, 2013
A really great man is known by three signs: generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, moderation in the success.
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About Dean

British/Swedish poet/author. Pagan and lifetime supporter of both Chelsea FC and Linköpings FC. Feel free to use my poetry, as long as you link my name. All Poetry ©Deanthebard.com 2025

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Deano 🇬🇧/🇸🇪 | Award-Winning & Bestselling Poet | Writer | Chelsea FC 1977 & Linköping FC 2011 | Books on Amazon | Pagan

Så Linköpings FC är nedflyttade. Ja. Jag minns Så Linköpings FC är nedflyttade. Ja. Jag minns att Chelsea åkte ner två gånger på tre år. De klättrade upp till toppen igen och vann Champions League två gånger och blev PL-vinnare flera gånger.Är det någon som minns Umeå IK som vann Champions League två gånger i rad 03/04 och 04/05? Och vem vet om de ens tar sig till Elitettans slutspel nu!Fotboll är ett galet spel! Men det enda vi gör är att stå bakom vårt lag, våra supportrar, våra spelare, vårt liv.Detta är vad vi gör!WE ROAR!
It's Not My Time To Go - A poem based on a person It's Not My Time To Go - A poem based on a person who is being called to the afterlife yet they know there are still unfinished things left in lifeAm I living in the dreamOr is the dream inside?I walk into the bright lightThere is no place to hide.I hear the rings of laughter,Voices that sound so new,Yet they are from a distant timeNow they call me too.Shadows step towards me,Familiar faces from the past;Relatives and friends who passed awayThey're calling me at last.They say the time has comeTo reunite once more.My time in life is overYet have I been here before?The hand, it opens to take me,Just like it did when I was young.Yet I know there are still things to do,Another song that must be sung.So I smile and say, "Not just yet,"For I still have things to do.My eyes open back in the roomAnd all I see is you.#poem #poetry #life #love #death #afterlife
Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about rememberin Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about remembering someone who has moved on but wanted you to live life with a smileWhen I am gone from life, don’t cry any tears. Forget the bad times that we shared; remember happy years. The cruel words that were spokenremove them from your mind. Embrace the words of love we shared, whispers of a loving kind. We had some hardened battles and days of endless fun. I wish we had more time from when life had begun. When I’m just a memory, do not dwell on the past. Live with me inside your heart; let our memories last. Seasons, they will come and go; the memories may fade. But I am with you in times of neednever be afraid. So raise a glass in times of doubt, each and every year. I may be gone in person, but my eternal spirit’s near. Smile the way I remember; play my favourite song. Just don’t be down, for I am here even though I’m gone.#poem #poetry #life #death
Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samh Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samhain
Happy sixth anniversary ❤️ Happy sixth anniversary ❤️
A poem about two sets of friends, who, due to ill A poem about two sets of friends, who, due to ill health have to say goodbye after 40 years of annual meet ups.The day where we all met,'Twas forty years ago,Four strangers from distant landsWe connected from "hello."The following years were routine,From the moment we landed on the plane,The first port of call was to see you both,Through the sunshine and the rain.Years they flew by quickly,Children came into our lives,Even they soon had their own,Becoming husbands and wives.Retirement grew nearer,Yet each year we made the trip;We just walked a little slower,And had pain from toe to hip.Our health began to decline,The trips to see you they took longer,Yet our love for you was ever true,In fact, it could not be stronger.So this trip, we knew, is over,This is the time to say goodbye;You don't remember who we are,Yet the glint stayed in your eye.So as we have one last drink for the road,These forty years grew love,For friendships are unbreakable,Ours was sent from up above.#poem #poetry #farwell #friendsforever❤️
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