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Month: February 2013

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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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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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On With The Show - A poem about a performer who is On With The Show - A poem about a performer who is hurting inside yet goes on stage to entertain the crowd. Once the crowd is gone the performer returns unchanged.

I look into the mirror,

A reflection stares back at me.

I don't like what I see there,

Applying makeup for everyone to see.

The weight of life upon me,

All I see is the clown.

My eyes are drawn and heavy,

Red lips become a frown.

I hear the crowd is waiting,

So I shift in my chair.

I walk toward the curtains

An audience so unaware.

I step into the bright lights,

A ripple of applause.

I raise my hands to thank you,

Yet you don't know my inner war.

My set is automatic,

The laughter fills the air.

I'm the hero of the hour,

Yet inside, I just don't care.

The crowd leaves the building,

I return to the mirror once more.

Once again, I look inside,

With my heart upon the floor.

#stage #perfornmer #pain #empty
Wow. No words. Extremely sad news to wake up to. N Wow. No words. Extremely sad news to wake up to. Nobody should die this young. RIP Diogo
The Addiction From Within - A narrated poem based The Addiction From Within - A narrated poem based on being your own worst enemy and best friend 

A stare into the mirror
I recognize what’s true
The makeup smudged in horror
Am I me, or you?

Eyes that saw a lifetime
Witnessed all I had to show
A heartbreak full of reason
Yet no place left to go

Addiction is the rope
That my head is wrapped around
I scream into the darkness
But there's no echo, no sound

Maybe I'm a victim?
Maybe I'm a curse?
Maybe I'm just a soul
With a chorus and no verse

Reflection of rejection
Can I change who I will be?
I guess smashing this mirror
Might bring shards of reality

Fist is raised and cocked
As I thrust it, full in flight
For my shards of addiction
Are broken on this night

#poem #addiction #fight #denial
Never doubt a man who learned to fight in thunder. Never doubt a man who learned to fight in thunder.
Glad midsommar Glad midsommar
Life's Ripples - A new poem about casting a stone Life's Ripples - A new poem about casting a stone into a lake, the water is disturbed then after a while, like the water, life returns to normal

Staring into the water,
Reflections they distort my face.
Lines echo those around my eyes;
I see into the ripples I now embrace.

Drop a pebble into the water;
The lines they reach the edge
An everlasting wave of hope
That on my heart I pledge.

The water returns to normal;
Calmness reflects upon the lake.
No longer broken nature,
Just the silence left to break.

For underneath the water,
Just like in my heart, there’s life.
The stone sinks to the bottom,
Devoid of pain and strife.

The stone remains forever
Until the next is cast
A collection of hopes and dreams
That in our hearts will last.

So take your stone and throw it,
Cast your wish upon the tide.
Remember it forever,
Until it can no longer hide.

#poetry #poem #life #ripples
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