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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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105.
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Muddy wellies in the rain
When I wake up my sleepy head
I've got my trousers on in bed
I'm first at the breakfast table
hair a mess and clothes dishevelled
eat my cornflakes and fly
but always kiss my mum goodbye
so she'll tidy up my room
where all around the toys are strewn
Leave the door upon the latch
so I can sneak back in and snatch
the biscuits from the biscuit tin
an apple, pear or mandarin,
In my pocket squashed in half
is a Mars bar that will last
and keep me going through the day
so I can stay outside and play
Muddy wellies in the rain
playing marbles in a drain
games of football in the park
staying out till after dark
on my bike out for a run
with my mates I'll have some fun
knock on doors and run away
or writing down car number plates
Build a campfire in the woods
be a cowboy, Robin Hood
with a band of merry men
make a tree hut for a den
I was unique I thought one day
until I heard my father say
when I was young it was the same
muddy wellies in the rain.
Charles M. Moore
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106.
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No worth
This saddened heart
that's torn inside
this beating thing
that prides remorse
what value now
in life giving
when soul decides
you have no worth.
Charles M. Moore
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107.
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Nobody.
Nobody knows, what she once meant to him
he now feels polarized, lost in the swim
memories fading and tenderness gone
he wrote down his feelings and made them a song
Nobody cares, that he once was in love
surrounded, enchanted, in need of lifes blood
sparking excitement, feeling the heat
volumes of episodes between the sheets
Nobody notices, now that he's old
his heart still yearns, yet burns in the cold
needs to make contact, needs company
but nobody, nobody, knows it but me.
Charles M. Moore
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108.
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Oh God.
Where were you when I called you
you said that you'd be there
I sought solace in your wisdom
you fell silent to my prayers
when I needed you the most
I felt you didn't really care
then the T.V. news came through
that all the passengers were spared.
Charles M. Moore
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