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Sunday, October 31, 2010

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM AN OLD POET

It's not really celebrated here in the UK, well not as much as the US and/or Canada.

Before I started writing about the lack of drug regulation and appalling behaviour of the pharmaceutical industry, I was a poet, well... a hack.

Here's a blast from the past with two of my efforts. Both were written in 2001



THE DARK

Don't be afraid as I enter your room
Just let your mind drift like a floating balloon.
I've come to take the remains of the day,
Go deeper little one and let your mind stray.
Dream of the swings over the park,
Hurry now small child for it will soon be dark.
If you wake up you'll have nothing to fear
Just sit up in bed and let your mind clear.
For I am your friend, I mean you no harm,
So don't be afraid, stay cool, stay calm.
Let your eyes wander through my blanket of black
And don't wish me away for I'll always come back.
It's light that is evil as it enters your world,
Ordering you to see things that make your toes curl.
So don't be afraid as your day turns to night
Just remember I'm here to cast out bad light.




THERE IS A GHOST IN MY HOUSE


There is a ghost in my house
Frank Everts is his name.
He died 15 years ago
now isn't that a shame?
He treads my creaky floorboards
every night at half past ten
and he told me in a dream once
of how he died back then.
In 1983,
July to be precise,
he was diagnosed with cancer
caused by his smokin vice.
He refused to have the treatment
only tablets for his pain.
He died alone in my room,
now isn't that a shame?
His spirit wanders round me
at times of great unrest,
like when I'm feeling lonely
or when I feel depressed.
Goodnight Mr Everts
I'll see you in my dreams
where everything that happens
is not quite what it seems.



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