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This is how to WIN!

  • Dean
  • July 26, 2011
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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.
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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Rest In Peace John Dempsey. Chelsea and Fulham leg Rest In Peace John Dempsey. Chelsea and Fulham legend 🙌🙌
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