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Poem – The Phoenix who survived

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  • May 10, 2010
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Why I had to let you go – Poem

  • Dean
  • June 1, 2012
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I Am Who I Am(Poem)

  • Dean
  • July 27, 2024
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T’was the night before Christmas – Poem on Domestic Violence

  • Dean
  • December 18, 2017
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Parents first visit to Sweden

  • Dean
  • September 4, 2012
My parents are visiting from Sweden this weekend. Though I have been living here officially for almost two years it will actually be there first visit. They are what I…
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Which poem narration is best?

  • Dean
  • August 29, 2012
I will be launching a new narrated poetry book this year and have gone through a fair few narrators. I feel that these are the best two so I am…
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Artist digital illustration on The Phoenix Who Survived

  • Dean
  • August 29, 2012
Just went through a routine check of my copywritten poetry and stumbled across this. It is an amazing piece of artwork by a digital artist called Liz Dhormann who used…
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ipadio: Life Sentences Need To Be Reviewed In Scandinavia

  • Dean
  • August 24, 2012
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Splinters of Insanity – New Poem
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Splinters of Insanity – New Poem

  • Dean
  • August 14, 2012
You were the light that shone in a realm of despair The guiding beacon when there was nobody there I allowed you in to the depths of my heart But…
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ipadio: Insomnia Is Not Fake!

  • Dean
  • August 10, 2012
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Good article for screenwriters

  • Dean
  • July 31, 2012
Found this in an email. Thought it was good advice when writing about emotions in a script. So I’m in the middle of a few newsletters on actual writing style,…
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Sparrow flies to Google yet leaves us stranded
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Sparrow flies to Google yet leaves us stranded

  • Dean
  • July 21, 2012
The last thing I wanted to be doing on this Saturday morning was testing out mail clients for my Mac. But having read the email from Sparrow yesterday it felt…
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Goodbye to King Edmunds school
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Goodbye to King Edmunds school

  • Dean
  • July 20, 2012
I heard this week that my old school King Edmunds in Yate was to be pulled down to make way for a new more advanced school. Absolutely the right decision…
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Remembering why I moved to Sweden

  • Dean
  • July 19, 2012
Even though I have been in Sweden almost two years now it is still all so new to me sometimes. Today was one of those instances where all I had…
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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 2024

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Writer, poet, Pagan. Books on Amazon. ⚽ Chelsea FC, Linköping FC, Yate Town. Founder & Owner @asinglemalt Books on Amazon.
Sad to hear of the passing of John Prescott. My bo Sad to hear of the passing of John Prescott. My boss from 2001-2006. Whilst he had a huge political role the meetings we had in Bressenden Place were always fun. What happened at The Christmas Party in 2004 stays at The Christmas Party. And what boss says in my farewell email "You dare compare me to The Fonz". Rest easy big man.
Stay gold Stay gold
The curse of 85 - Client request to write a poem a The curse of 85 - Client request to write a poem about being born in 1985 and facing being 40 A Year That Had a Meaning In a realm without a past, Entwined through generations, A future tied to what won’t last. An ember of the old world, A beacon for the new— Each soul I met born in this year Has faded into blue. Was it just the system, Or the echo of a dream? A fragile generation, Torn apart at the seam. Too young to know The Cold War, A missed home-tech creation, Yet standing at the forefront Of the net’s new generation. Next year, they’ll turn forty The keepers of the key, Replaced by a cancelled culture, Left to ask: what will we see? As we pass the flame of life To those born in '85, Don’t question who is right or wrong Just strive to be alive. #poem #1985 #life #age
Everything is possible Everything is possible
The Last Tear of War - A poem about an 18 year old The Last Tear of War - A poem about an 18 year old soldier passing away on 11 November 1918 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. #war #poem #Remembrance
Lest We Forget #remembrance #remembrancesunday Lest We Forget #remembrance #remembrancesunday
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