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BBC Radio Interview about life in Sweden
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BBC Radio Interview about life in Sweden

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  • January 11, 2017
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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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Writer, poet, Pagan. Books on Amazon. ⚽ Chelsea FC, Linköping FC, Yate Town. Founder & Owner @asinglemalt Books on Amazon.
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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