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Poem: Lurking In The Darkness

Lurking in the darkness, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Walking down the darkened hall,
I hear a spooky sound
​Approach another corner,
do I dare go round

The darkness all around me,
can barely see a thing
What awaits me round the bend,
what will the next turn bring

I rush around the corner,
and see a ghostly face
I cannot see the details,
my heart begins to race

Feeling round I find a switch,
I turn it on to see
On the wall an old mirror,
the face in it is me

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/lurking-in-the-darkness-poem.html

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Poem: Light From Another World

Light from another world, a poem about aliens by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

The lights up in the sky, they shine down on my face

Not from this world of ours, from deep in outer space

I bet they are so smart, not like the human race

They look down on our world, observe from a safe place

Study the way we live, create a database

How often do the come, our fields do they deface

And if you try to tell, they call you a nutcase

I wish I could go too, vanish across subspace

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/light-from-another-world-poem.html

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Poem: The Hand Beside Me

The Hand Beside Me, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Laying there in his safe, warm bed
Work ideas running through his head
He knows he needs to get some sleep
Escape this world and dream so deep
A few hours left until the morn
The dark around him feels so warm
The only light is from the moon
There is not a sound in the room
He feels the bed move, someone there
He is relaxed and doesn’t care
Laying there in the middle of night
He feels the child’s hand grip his tight
The tiny fingers grip his hand
And then he starts to understand
He sits up straight, with such a start
There is a pounding in his heart
The bed beside him is just bare
He lives alone, nobody there!

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-hand-beside-me-poem.html

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Poem: Free School Parking

Free school parking, a poem written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

It once was free, but now they do charge

The amount is small, but adds up quite large

April fools, what a perfect day to start

Pay for an hour, but only need a part

To drop off our kids, near to the school

To get them there safe, protect them all

They charge us all, even the disabled

Parents and workers, we are all labelled

So please be kind, just give us a break

Give us somewhere, for our cars to wait

It is not so much, that we ask of you

This poem is over, so what will you do?

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/free-school-parking-poem.html

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Poem: Exploring The Woods

Exploring the woods, a poem written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Lost in the forest, looking at the trees
Slipping in the mud, hurting my poor knees
Where are we going, do I even know
Weathers getting cold, looks like it could snow
Seemed a good idea, when we first came out
Starting to panic, maybe we should shout
Where I want to be, in the safe and warm
Falling to the ground, now my shirt is torn
Looking all around, I should know this bit
It all looks the same, wish that I could quit
Finally I see, path back to my home
Just round the corner, wish that I had known

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/exploring-the-woods-poem.html

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Poem: Evil People Around Us

Evil people around us, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Sometimes in this life, told the truth must be
Of all the bad times, set those secrets free
Show them who is boss, the power of the word
Shout it out at them, make sure the whole world heard
Make them feel the shame, of evil they have done
Have faith in yourself, your not the only one
Let them feel the pain, and sadness you went through
Make them understand, the wrong they did to you.
A child is a gift, not something to abuse
Someone to protect, not someone you can use
There is no excuse, no reason they can give
What they did is wrong, something’s you can’t forgive

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/evil-people-around-us-poem.html

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Poem: Eh Ju Kay Shon

Eh ju kay Shon, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Always moving, Never improving

It made me blue, I was always new

Never fitting in, Could never win

Felt so left out, Life full of doubt

Thought I was thick, Was always off sick

Sick of that place, My unfitting face

Felt such a fool, That was school

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/eh-ju-kay-shon-poem.html

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Poem: Cold and grey in the UK

Cold and grey in the UK, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Cold and grey, In the UK
Boring view, Skies rarely blue
Went to camp, The tent was damp
Then one day, We went away
Lots of fun, In the hot sun
Happy faces, Exciting places
Sunshine rays, Just seven days
On the plane, Back here again
Cold and grey, In the UK

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/cold-and-grey-in-the-uk-poem.html

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Poem: Blue Lights In The Mirror

Blue lights in the mirror, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Speeding down the road,
screeching round the bend.
Along another straight,
nearly at the end.
Music playing loud,
feel the pounding bass.
Driving just for fun,
not to go some place.
Have another drink,
pedal on the floor.
Too fast on the corner,
scratches down the door.
Behind you in the mirror,
blue lights start to flash.
Try to go much faster,
but then there is a crash.
Metal twists around you,
cuts you like a knife.
Then it is all over,
oh what a wasted life

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/blue-lights-in-the-mirror-poem.html

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Poem: The Big Metal Box

The big metal box, a poem

Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I found a box, under the ground

In a dark hole, with flowers around

The box dark grey, and made of metal

Such a contrast, to the pretty petals

A heavy lock, and some rusty chains

What’s in there, I rack my brains

I reached around, and grabbed the rake

I twisted it round, until chains did break

I lift the box up, but I hurt my knee

The box falls down, its just empty

Things buried, hidden for another day

Have now all vanished, rotten away

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-big-metal-box-poem.html

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Very random poetry, by a very random poet, Daphne Tore