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National Poetry Day - A Most Illuminating Tale
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 12.28 am, Friday 7th October, 2005
Subject: National Poetry Day
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As no one else I've seen posted, here is my favourite poem in honour of the above, which was yesterday.

Jenny Kissed Me
Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

And as is my mildly eccentric habit, I started writing a poem in a stream-of-consciousness-yet-still-structured manner at the stroke of midnight as NPD finished. Here is the result.

The Whole Spectrum of Grey

No one believes in the men at the top,
And no one believes in the words that they say.
The black and the white, that once seemed so simple,
Have slowly descended to all over grey.
So now, in the darkness, this lonely man sitting
Knows neither his path, nor his aims, nor his heart,
And each blessed day brings new chances for freedom
That pass still unheeded without a kick-start.
In the river of life, I am passed by the rowers,
Their blades cut the water in clean rapid strokes.
I drift with the flow and I try not to end up
The corpse gently rotting in the shade of the oaks.
Day follows day and it all stays the same,
And the panic attacks are stronger each time.
When I should be trying to think of solutions
The only thing troubling me now is a rhyme.
This poem means nothing however it looks.
I know deep inside It Will All Be OK.
I know that I'm lucky because I am sure
My three am friends are a thumbs touch away.
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