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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Dragons have to live somewhere
Sir Knight of words
was quite disturbed
he thought he slew the dragon
they both fought hard
for hours and hours
and now he started flagging
he tried to lance it from his steed
but still he couldn't quite succeed
then fought it with his sword and shield
but still the dragon wouldn't yield
He ran back to his castle gates
for something bigger, better
and there he met his sweet soulmate
the Lady of the letters
she whispered this sweet maiden fair
to go back to the dragon's lair
and treat him gently and with care
for dragons have to live somewhere.
Charles M. Moore
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Fly.
Fluttering round
feel your heart's like a feather
floating on upwards to reach for the sky
it's only love, only love is it?
is it love? , love it is
making you feel so alive
You can't remember a time like this
this is bliss
you never felt so incredibly high
she's the one, yes she is
she makes you feel like this
she's the one love that makes you want to fly
Life was a lonely place
pretty girl, pretty face
keep her and hold her and don't make her cry
offering everything she felt you clip her wings
wishing for freedom
you made her heart sigh
You didn't understand
in the past, couldn't last
smothering living you saw her soul die
women are Angels you must let them sing to you
spread out their wings
and fly up to the sky.
Charles M. Moore
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Gentlemen the Queen
A view to see of red and gold
the horses march ahead
and through the great imperial gate
the stately coach is led
With many years of joy and tears
the Queen admires the crowd
she's seen it all her head still tall
a wave a smile a bow
A sea of heads and arms and legs
erupt as she goes by
the banners wave the big parade
the screams the shouts the cries
Only in old London town
could such a sight be seen
oh what a wonder she endows
gentlemen the Queen.
Charles M. Moore
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Home and you.
I have wandered all my life
a heart that roamed
from city slums I've overcome
what life has thrown
and I've seen many faces
where the streets are mean
but now I'm here and you my dear
are all I dreamed
From naked backstreets
where the rain was washed with tears
and blood was a commodity
that cut with fear
where dirty windows hid the sun
and colours fade
and broken kids with broken toys
had lost their way
I'ts easy being a soldier
with a wooden gun
in cobbled alleys where the rats
and I would run
to build a simple castle there
from rubble stone
I knew Princess that we would meet
and make it home
To gaze from derelict rooftops
watching clouds go by
and wish that I could join them
that I could fly
like summer birds that leave
when winter comes along
a destination calling me
since I was born
The air was always cleaner
in another street
and I would search each one for you
with itchy feet
as soon as I was able
sure I ran away
a teenage kid I tried and lived
my life that way
My mind was never empty
and I'd pick and steal
to hitch a ride or skip a fare
was no big deal
searching high and low
and seeking places new
but all I ever wanted
was a home and you.
Charles M. Moore
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