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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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Why time is so important as we grow older

  • Dean
  • October 23, 2011
There are times in life when it is often the trivial things that mean the most to us. This is something that happened to me yesterday. My parents had just…
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Trying to find your parents that ultimate Christmas present

  • Dean
  • November 26, 2010
Well it’s just less than one month till Christmas and so far my dad’s present has been paid for. I know that he gets the same each year (Chelsea football…
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As we grow older why do we ignore our parents?

  • Dean
  • July 19, 2010
Do you ever get the feeling that you don’t make enough effort to see your parents? It’s a question that I have been asking a lot lately. There are times…
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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

Soaring high - A poem about leaving behind the pas Soaring high - A poem about leaving behind the past and soaring higher in lifeA fall from grace is silentLike an arrow through the chestYet the only way back in lifeIs to rise above the restEngage with what’s within youAnd remember who you areAll that you have overcomeHas brought you this farHurdles rise before usIt’s not how high you leapWhat matters most is learningFrom the stumbles life makes deepThe scars will tell your storyEach line a mark of truthStrength is born of struggleNot the innocence of youthSo walk with steady footstepsNo shadow holds you downA crown is forged of courageNot of silver, gold, or crownAnd when the night feels endlessLift your eyes to morning’s lightFor every fall from grace we faceGives us wings to take new flight#life #poem #alive
Time of regret - A poem based on being to busy in Time of regret - A poem based on being to busy in life to remeber who you love most and one day they won't be there Teenage years, my longingWas just to leave my homeTo fall in love with travelMy heart was free to roamThe times I packed my suitcaseI always called you nearTo let you know what I was doingTo show you love and careAfter years of datingI finally found the oneMarriage and children followedAnd youth was swiftly doneMy calls back home grew fewerI was too busy with my lifeLooking after my own familyMy children and my wifeI’m sorry I missed your callI promised I’d call you backBut my busy life took overA moment I can’t retractNow you have left usMy heart is full of regretI lay down flowers on your graveA love I won’t forget#poem #poetry #life #love
Flames of summer - a poem igniting memories of pas Flames of summer - a poem igniting memories of past summer daysSolar embers warm the skinWarmth awakens meRays glisten through the windowDefrosting what will be The darkness it is vanquishedReplaced by flames of loveSkin scorched of dreams to beFrom happiness above An ocean of blue above meMy eyes are lost in tranceOccasional whisp of whitenessLeads my mind to dance Sparkles on the waterHorizon never endsNights that last foreverLoving what life sends Summer lasts so brieflySo let’s make the most of the timeFor abusing it’s earthly beautySurely is a crime Golden beaches underfootThe purest skies so brightAn earthly paradise to enjoyWith all our purest might#summer #poem #writing
Goodnight you legend Goodnight you legend
ow. What news to wake up to. It was only last week ow. What news to wake up to. It was only last week we last spoke. Just looking at your last message, I wish I had answered. We met that summers day in Stockholm with Sandra. I remember offering to carry your bag, I thought you had put weights in their to work out. Of course it was full of Norrlands!. Over the years we talked a lot. Shared memories of our love of 90's movies & music. You sent me that song "Det Regnar I Boden". We never did get to enjoy that beer in the rain or finish that song we wanted to work on. I will finish that for you. I'm not good at writing things like this. But you know me, being a writer and poet I wrote this one for you after I heard the news this morning. I will blast Born Slippy out loud this evening my friend and will raise a glass to you whilst watching Human Traffic this evening. Rest In Paradise Tommy. Until the next one my "bro from another mo". I will miss our conversations and next time I see a rainbow I will think of this poem I wrote for you"A Forever Rainbow" (For Tommy)Souls, they are so fleeting,As they roam across the earth.Directions do not bind us;We fly in the wind from birth.Paths often cross in lifeSome may call it fate,Others say coincidence;To that, I can relate.The first time that our paths crossedWas under a summer sky.We wandered through the city,Watching life go by.Though our time was brief,We built a bond of loveTwo souls who laughed so much in life,Now you’ve soared above.Memories never leave us;They are footprints in the heart.You left one so deep, my friendThat is what set you apart.Fly high in the sky now;You are a rainbow after the rain.Each time I see one,I know you are free from pain.
Love this! Combination of my poem Heart Of Rust wi Love this! Combination of my poem Heart Of Rust with a beach collecting artist Linda Downey, that fuses washed up metal into hearts. This was part of a collection for Gaylord Rehab Hospital in Wallingford CT and then gifted to a patient.Art combines us together in helping all. #poetry #poem #art #heart
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