andrew stagles
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 Birthday: 1966-12-06
Age: 45
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Registration date: 2008-04-02
 |  Subject: Re: POETRY BY ANDREW STAGLES Fri Aug 01, 2008 12:45 am | |
| The poet behind poem.
It 's not easy giving birth to a smile, when your hold back tears all the while.
That’s a throw away line.
I’m not one to pretend or play the game.
It’s only a shell I let people see and a name my mother gave to me.
Throw away line number two.
My neighbours don’t even know my name.
Though my mind is strong, my will is weak, so about my thought I do not speak.
That’s number three.
My minds a mess and I speak it all the time,
But I often spend a little time to writing about deep thoughts of mine.
Ok you know that’s number four.
I’m a day dreamer who writes in rhyme.
It's not easy giving birth to a smile, when your hold back tears all the while.
It’s only a shell I let people see and a name my mother gave to me.
Though my mind is strong, my will is weak, so about my thought I do not speak
But I often spend a little time writing about deep thoughts of mine
I’m not one to pretend or play the game,
My neighbours don’t even know my name,
My minds a mess and I speak it all the time,
I’m a day dreamer who writes in rhyme.
Andrew Stagles
I strolled along the river bank in shade of woodland trees
watching as the dragonfly’s darted in and out the reeds
Then I spied fisherman all white with webbed feet
Are a hungry Herron out for bite to eat
Than amongst the colours of every green you’ve ever seen
I came across a waterfall in the mid drift stream
Sunlight played in the waterfall a glory to behold
Shining in it’s crystals turning them to gold
Later I chanced upon a glade where I stop to have a rest
There I saw a sparrow collecting Foliage for it’s nest
It hoped n bobbed and skipped about as busy as could be
Though it is a simple thing a pleasure it was to see
At first I heard there call then they caught my eye
A group of Wild geese were silhouette against the sky
They were flying against the backdrop of an amber sunset
which crowned the dusk of a day I’ll not soon forget.
Andrew Stagles
Silent Echoes
I search, I seek, I seek to find,
I seek to find peace of mind,
Yet silent contemplation brings
Soundless screams which echo
And memories wake I pray
Silence break, break.
Memories woken of spoken
Broken vows made betrayed
Why does my own minds eye
Look back and fill mine with tears
For my sanity’s sake I pray
silence break, break.
Andrew Stagles
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