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Why the death of a friend is never the end.

  • Dean
  • April 5, 2011
This weekend will be one of mixed emotions for me. Firstly it is the anniversary of the sad passing of one of my closest friends; the second will be the…
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The strangest dream of my life. Who can interpret this?

  • Dean
  • March 31, 2011
What a dream. I would have loved for Sigmund Freud to interpret this one. The dream began running through a forest, the forest was thick and the leaves were razor…
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Is it me or are hotels getting worse?

  • Dean
  • March 23, 2011
I remember when I was a child I used to love looking forward to staying in hotels whenever I went away. The fact that someone would be making me breakfast…
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Why people and places make travel so special

  • Dean
  • February 23, 2011
People often ask me why and more frequently how I travel so much. In all honesty, there is no real specific answer about the reasons why I find travel so…
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To my doubters – Reap my Inferno

  • Dean
  • February 21, 2011
All my life I have been told that I would not make it, that I would never succeed or amount to anything in my life. All my life I have…
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Why I had to set my new novel about the eighties

  • Dean
  • January 20, 2011
Well there it is I am finally at the end of one and a half years research on the eighties for my forthcoming book. Whilst I have been working on…
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Why I’m falling in love with London again

  • Dean
  • January 12, 2011
Well here I am back in the UK. It has been a strange start to 2011 it has been. New Year’s Eve seems like a year ago in all honesty…
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My Year in Review and the hopes for 2011

  • Dean
  • December 31, 2010
Looking back a year ago my big goal in 2010 was to permanently move to Sweden (Read my blog here), which is a plan that had been in the making…
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"Mother" is the most powerful word in existence

  • Dean
  • May 31, 2010
As usual on a Monday morning I found myself on a Eurostar train bound for Paris. Following spending the majority of Sunday afternoon in the pub I can say that…
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Never be afraid to say "I Love You"

  • Dean
  • May 19, 2010
What is love? Quite possibly the most difficult question we can try to answer. Since the dawn of time our primal emotional feelings have grown from a bond of human…
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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

It's Thursday and been a hectic week online. This It's Thursday and been a hectic week online. This is what 11 of hours sleep in 5 days looks like #insomnia
Autum Equinox - A poem about emotions in Autumn, t Autum Equinox - A poem about emotions in Autumn, the blanket between summer and winterA crimson velvet blanketAdorns the autumn ground.Cushioned air of silenceBarely makes a sound.Winds of change they beckonLife is glistened by the moon.Summer felt eternalAutumn could not come too soon.Fate brought us togetherGlances across a room.Fear of the unknownLet normal life resume.But a chance was takenHands were held that night.Hearts opened and spoke so deepThe feeling felt so right.Some they call it destinyOthers call it chance.In our autumn equinoxThe wind beats to our dance.There are no rules around usWe make our path this day.Let’s walk atop the auburn leavesTogether on our way
The mud, it clings against its crimson stain, Acro The mud, it clings against its crimson stain,Across the field where the poppies reign.Barely just a teenager, a life so new and young,Now another casualty look what war has brung.The air grows still, the guns now cease,A softened wind, a whispered peace.He slumps amongst the fallen red,His last breaths leave his weary head.No more the screams, nor the cries of pain,Mere silence on the poppy plain.His fading eyes, they scan the scene,The poppies dance, his tranquil dream.A smile escapes his coldened lips,With life’s last breath, his spirit slips.The war is done, peace is here,His duty’s end, drowned in a tear.He sleeps among the fallen brave,Where he lies in a nameless grave.And in the breeze, the poppies sway,An eternal tribute to this day.
Lejonhjärtat slår vidare Så det har hänt. Lin Lejonhjärtat slår vidareSå det har hänt. Linköping FC är nu nere i Elitettan. Ett sent mål i Malmö avgjorde allt. Det känns tungt.Jag har följt fotboll hela mitt liv. Chelsea har varit min klubb sedan jag var barn och jag har varit på hundratals matcher genom åren. När jag flyttade till Sverige för femton år sedan letade jag efter en ny fotbollsfamilj. Jag bodde i Norrköping och gick på några matcher, men hjärtat hittade inte hem där.Allt förändrades genom en tweet till Lisa De Vanna. Det blev början på en vänskap som fortfarande pågår. Genom henne hittade jag Linköping FC och 2011 stod jag för första gången på Folkungavallen, en kall vårdag, med en varmkorv i handen och vinden över planen. Där hittade jag mitt svenska lag.Under åren har jag sett spelare som Asllani, Rolfö, Blackstenius, Harder och Eriksson växa till världsstjärnor. Jag har sett cupvinster, SM-guld och magiska Champions League-kvällar. Jag reste ensam till Ryssland för att se laget spela. Jag blev till och med invald i styrelsen 2021. En ära jag bär med stolthet.Och nu detta. Nedflyttning. Sorg. Tomhet. Men också stolthet. Klubben har kämpat hårt denna säsong, både på och utanför planen. Spelare och personal har gett allt.Till tränaren, stanna om du kan.Till spelarna, tack för varje meter ni sprang.Till fansen, särskilt flocken, fortsätt stå tillsammans.Till Loben, du är fortfarande en ikon.Det här är en mörk dag. Men i Sverige har jag lärt mig att efter regn kommer regnbågar. Linköping FC är mer än en tabellrad. Det är människor, minnen och hjärta.Lejonhjärtat i denna klubb fortsätter att slå.Full artikel i länken i min bio.
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
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