Posted in Photography, Poetry

Poem: The Life Of A Photographer

The life of a photographer, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

A normal person sees a storm,

thinks help and runs away

A photographer sees that storm,

and runs the other way

Off into the cold they go, the wind,

the rain and more

To capture pics no matter what,

of all the things they saw

Watching all the huge waves crashing,

defiantly they stand

Looking out from beneath the pier,

with camera in hand

Why do we do such stupid things,

like photograph the snow

We can’t resist to get that pic,

so off we always go

We see the world through rule of thirds,

and many shades of grey

The search to get the perfect shot,

continues every day

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-life-of-a-photographer-poem.html

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Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: Just Be

Just be, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

They say we that must obey
Follow orders every day

They say we that must conform
Can that be why I was born

That we must always blend in
From start of life til ending

Don’t you ever rock the boat
You will lose your right to vote

Always colour in the lines
Or else you might get big fines

Rules are only to save us
Or are they to enslave us

Make sure you fit in a box
Like a sheep not like a fox

You can fit in if you choose
Believe stories in the news

Fill your mind with all those lies
The real truth they do disguise

Must be part of the system
Don’t try to hack that system

Just a cog in the machine
You can smash it with a dream

Look inside you know it’s true
Love life whatever you do

Remember your mind is free
Be yourself, you can “just be”

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/just-be-poem-by-dean-thorpe.html

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Posted in Animals, Poetry

Poem: Just Another Dumb Animal

Just another dumb animal, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Just another dumb animal,
Said the man standing by the wall.
Looking out at a scruffy cat,
From underneath his old grey hat.
His suit so smart, his face so old,
Waiting for the train in the cold.
Off to do a job that he hates,
To put food on his children’s plates.
It made me think to hear those words,
About the lives of cats and birds.
A cat may be a little sad,
But would it go completely mad?
A dog doesn’t need to pay the bills,
Or understand the toxic spills.
A mouse would never give a squeak,
If you told it that the pound is weak.
A snake won’t need a credit card,
To help it through when times are hard.
A rabbit does not suffer the blues,
When it can’t wear the latest shoes.
A gerbil would not live on drugs,
Paid for by the people he mugs.
A bird flies high above the crowds,
Looking down from above the clouds.
The biggest things that give us stress,
Are problems caused by our own mess.
We fill our lives, create such fuss,
Maybe the dumb animals are us?

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/just-another-dumb-animal-poem.html

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Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: The Illusion Of Life

The illusion of life, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

When I look back at life, I wonder if its real
Look back in to my past, things done seem so unreal
Is life an illusion, or is it just a dream
How do we really know, if life is what it seems
I’ve always had my doubts, but life can feel so real
So what if I am wrong, what if it is unreal
How can I escape from, a never ending dream
Would I really want to, this worlds not bad it seems
I see beauty and love, wonderful things so real
Terror and destruction, why can’t they be unreal
At night I try to sleep, escape in to a dream
Is that life the real one, or the illusion it seems
Look into the mirror, is the reflection real
Am I the illusion, is it me that’s unreal
Inflict pain on myself, to wake up from the dream
Yet I’m still here or mad, there’s no escape it seems

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-illusion-of-life-poem.html

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Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: I Hate You

I hate you, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I wish I didn’t hate you
For the things that you have done
Some things can be forgiven
But some things can’t be undone

You don’t deserve to be loved
You deserve to live in pain
Fuck up lives of all around
Over and over again

Hurt the people that you love
And you always let them down
You want to make the world smile
You make everybody frown

Your whole life is just a joke
You’re a total waste of space
Stay away from everyone
Go far away from this place

Never want to see that face
So full of doubt, come what may
The hatred builds inside me
Smash the mirror, look away

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/i-hate-you-poem.html

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Posted in Others, Poetry

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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Posted in Family, Poetry

Poem: Going To Disneyland

Going to Disneyland, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Its Disneyland, were going to
feeling great, not feeling blue
so far away, from normal life
with all its problems, and its strife
watching the world, as it goes by
the trees, the fields and the sky
so its off by coach, we shall go
with Dad, Yolanda and Jojo

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/going-to-disneyland-paris-poem.html

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Posted in Lgbt, Poetry

Poem: Gay Pride, Mind Opened Wide

Gay Pride, Mind opened wide, an LGBT poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Go to Gay Pride, Mind opened wide.
Interesting sights, Some transvestites.
Party is free, Just go and see.
Not all the same, Life’s not a game.
We all can feel, Equality is real.
Open your mind, See what you find.
Gay bi or straight, Don’t turn up late

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/gay-pride-mind-opened-wide-poem.html

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Posted in Photography, Poetry

Poem: Frozen Moment In Time

Frozen moment in time, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Frozen moment, captured in time
A silly face, and too much wine
A little cat, sat in the sun
A playful child, having some fun
The rise of sun, the morning glow
A winters day, with cold white snow
These are the things, I like to see
My camera, always with me

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/frozen-moment-in-time-poem.html

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Posted in Others, Poetry

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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