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 Sep 2014
Paul Hardwick
The Magic is.

It,s a short way from there to here
it is getting cool outside
and that man in that long coat is smoking a cigarette
I must cut the grass before winter
comes on
so I open the door
and my house fell down
see all the mice run
and that man in the coat
has now gone
and
that
is
THE
Magic
of
MADness.
Now go and have some dreams of your own

P@ul.
 Sep 2014
Paul Hardwick
My mind
like a sea
sliding over rocks
not knowing
where it came from
IS ?  that it
IS
THAT
me.

JUst a seA
Crashing on ROCK's and to roll
now that seams more like me
the one I call
real Surrealist poet P@ul
sometimes big
sometimes small
Small P@ul is Back

and that is what that IS.
Blink as you read this
Yep that is p@ul big or small
and knows where his place is.
But what is IS?
 Sep 2014
Paul Hardwick
Seam like
My tech phobia
in this neck of this wood
is not street scene
just has not been
what it should

I woke up this morning
sniff a few flowers
and went back to sleep

But clear as day
I said it all
and would say it again

I can not help that,

that is me.
Poem 2
P@ul and if offend you on the way forgive me.
 Sep 2014
Paul Hardwick
Do we need them
do you need me at all
and do no shoot
that carrying crow.
Surreal poem number 842
oh look my age.
 Sep 2014
Paul Hardwick
What can I say
I have been away
from the future store
But now back
Again.
True story
 Aug 2014
Roger Turner - Poet
There's a meadow past the village
On a hill...where magic swarms
You can see it on a summer night
When the clouds predict the storms
Life from time eternal
Starts appearing in the field
Gnomes and bluebell fairies
and the magic that they yield

You can see them from the village
Dancing in the moonlights glow
You can see the lightning jumping
You can see the ebb and flow
The pixies and the fairies
Folk who are part of their own world
Light up the distant meadow
As the magic is unfurled

Daisies and soft bluebells
fill the meadow in the sun
there is clover and some dragonflies
And young children having fun
The magic folk are hiding
Lights are hid, and tucked away
Until the humans in their world
Pack to end the day

It's then, from down the village
That the meadow lights begin
Where the magic lights the sky up
In the early gloaming din
If a human breaks the borders
Coming out and much too near
The lights go dark...and silent
For the magic world has ears

There are sentries in the meadow
All unseen to you
That alert the makers of the lights
When the humans are in view
there is magic in the meadow
magic lanterns are set free
where the world becomes a canvas
Of dancing lights for all to see
 Aug 2014
Paul Hardwick
Guy forks do leave explosives
within my brain
and they did go off
But me on the streets of love
did not see
what you might
mean to me.
TRUe Story and Blue what is the colour of love
nobody has told me
P@ul.
 Aug 2014
Paul Hardwick
Note:   Remember you are number one.

Note2:   You are a very surreal POP Poet.

Note3:   There is no note 3.

Note 4:   When I stick By my God
               He told you what you wanted to hear.

Note 5:   Go and thank GOD for the shallow finding in you.

Note6:    Messure up for your cross.

Note7:    **** I do not think I will go to heaven.

Note8:    Your on your own.
True and kinda pop to the surrealist said     POP@ul.
 Aug 2014
Paul Hardwick
I pull at my bribed wire chains
forgive me here
as I feel the cold wind blowing over me
long before your rusted chains held me down hit the ground
I think you you will find
I have changed.
True story   POP Poem No. 1

The inter POP P@ul.
 Aug 2014
Paul Hardwick
Our ship is sinking
But do we give a dam
The ship is sinking
learning how to bale.
Surreal Poem No. 1000
 Aug 2014
Paul Hardwick
Woke up today
all things seam to go astray
picked things up
then put them down
then the things are no ware around
what is going on here
well at lest I am up now
and looking at my watch
went out to catch a bus
then the supernatural bus come
so I boarded
nothing seamed right now
well call me mad
but I woke up again.
Are dreams real Supernatural Number 2
P@ul and his sore head.
 Aug 2014
Darbi Alise Howe
No breeze stirs
so the heat endures
in this town
where loneliness found
a home in me

What I know
is not so
in this town
where love has bound
me to be
 Aug 2014
Roger Turner - Poet
I can hear the world around me
I can see what's going on
I just cannot voice my anger
You see, my muscle strength is gone

"I'M IN HERE....CAN'T YOU SEE ME?"
"I JUST CANNOT MOVE MYSELF'
"PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE ME"
"DON'T PUT ME ON A SHELF"

I'm not a fragile bisque doll
In a chair for all to see
I'm a prisioner of my body
But, the body still is me

'I'M NOT DYING WITHOUT FIGHTING"
"I STILL THINK AS CLEAR AS YOU"
"I CAN'T RUN OR WALK LIKE YOU CAN"
"BUT, THERE'S LOTS THAT I CAN DO"

I am a man held captive
My cell is muscles, flesh and bone
I don't know how to describe it
I'm not stuck in here alone

"I NEED SOMEONE TO HEAR ME"
"PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE I WAS HERE'
'I KNOW IT'S NOT THE LIFE I WANTED"
"I NOW KNOW DEATH I DO NOT FEAR"

ALS has killed my body
But it has not killed my mind
I am in here, same as always
Still full of thoughts, some harsh, some kind

"I AM IN HERE AND I HEAR YOU"
'I TREASURE ALL THAT LIFE IS WORTH"
"LIKE LOU GHERIG SAID BEFORE ME"
"I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ON EARTH!"
This is dedicated to Lou Gherig (first baseman..NY Yankees), tony Proudfoot (CFL receiver for The Montreal Allouettes) and Augie Nieto (check him out thorugh google...MDA ambassador). Three strong, athletic individuals taken down by ALS in the prime of their lives. God Bless you all...
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