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poems
Clown in the Moon
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
Self-pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
DH Lawrence
What I want to be
When I grow up
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be an optician
Look into peoples eyes
Detect when they tell lies
I want to be an a technician
First break all things apart
Then repair all broken parts
I want to be a princess
I shall have not the type of distress
That is imposed upon a mistress!
I want to be a mathematician
Calculate the time a person turns up late
Calculate the amount of time I have to wait
I want to live life like a footballer
Rather than read like a scholar
Better to kick about to earn the dollar
I want to be an actress
So I will never have to earn less
Without the need to learn any form of gratefulness
I want to be a politician
Tell them what they want to hear
Introduce and Induce some fear then finally show some care
I want to be an accountant
You see money is important
It is easier than trading like a merchant
Or making money by being pregnant
I want to be a preacher
Instead of being a teacher
After all the former is usually richer
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be a doctor
For then I can score
With anyone I fancy who knocks on my door
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
Sylvia Chidi
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