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?
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
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!
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
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
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