Charles McMullen

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Late upon a winters night,
There became a wondrous sight.
The angel of the Lord shone around,
To all amazed upon the ground.
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How is my love when she's alone?
Miles apart and doesn't phone.
Where is the justice that lets us pine?
Is the pain hers and also mine?
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I wait for inspiration to envelop me,
And then I find I'm on a spree.
Where it comes from I don't know,
I just follow like footsteps in the snow.
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Where is the truth we often ask,
This is usually a strenuous task.
People deceiving with there big black lies,
Even though they wear smart neckties.
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Why did Superboy play in the doorway,
Of number 11 up from the slipway.
Then on down the road another boy asked,
'What number comes after 110? ' then,
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As I wander down life’s fateful road,
My thoughts are like a birthing Surinam toad.
Born in the middle then coming out right,
Out to the back but hold on tight.
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Pegasus flew through my window this afternoon,
M’thought he’d never come, but he came quite soon.
There’d been a tiny silver wet element on a lash of my eye,
T’id not mean t’was I forlorn or t’would die.
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Out of the still the thunder roared,
Out of the dark the lightening soared.
Two powers of nature heavenly made,
That God is angry is often said.
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Now Simon is a poet chef,
He rhymes with all his food.
On the plate is none left,
His nosh is all so good.
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Oh pretty fragile leaf of red and brown,
most splendid of all out of town.
Copy of a Zulu warrior’s shield,
handsome thing of nature’s yield.
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What is it in rhyme I want to say,
That's in my head nigh every day.
How is it I let myself feel this way,
When in my home - I cannot stay.
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Seven foot high Angels guard my door,
They let in the good, the rich and the poor.
In health or in sickness, still, they come,
And animate my body and alive I become.
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Holidays come and holidays go,
Some in the summer and some in the snow.
Travelling to and travelling fro,
Out on a whim wherever the wind doth blow.
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Into the hellfire you scrambled for us,
You went in with a ferocious cuss.
Flames all around you searched and found,
You did not do it for the Sterling Pound.
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The road spans out long and wide,
Trees and fields on either side.
A way to the future it does scan,
A sheet of tarmac for many a man.
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I can write a poem true
And it can come from out the blue
Words that rhyme, that's my game
And I don't do it just for fame
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17.

Looking for words I cannot find,
Searching for some so refined.
Look in the Thesaurus to find some more,
Words to inspire and to cheer.
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Oh where is God when we need him
Where is God when we doubt?
Sometimes He is in
And sometimes he is out.
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So your soon to have your operation,
Thanks to the teams kind dedication.
Let's us hope they will do their best,
And prove they've passed all their tests.
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20.

Coleridge in your day they were Surinam Toads,
Today they are Nanoprobes.
For they are such beautiful globes,
Where new they wear robes.
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Charles McMullen Biography

Born in Eastleigh, Hampshire. Secondary Modern Education, Wyvern, Fair Oak. Sheet Metal Worker, Tinsmith & Welder. British Rail. University of Southampton, Romantic Poetry.)

The Best Poem Of Charles McMullen

The Birth Of Christ

Late upon a winters night,
There became a wondrous sight.
The angel of the Lord shone around,
To all amazed upon the ground.
It led three Kings to a stable,
To a crib under a gable.
Amongst the animals there stood by,
They dids't witness a birth nearby.
To John and Mary, a special son,
The miracle of life was humbly done.
The King of all Kings, born that day,
That no man should feel dismay.
For if he to believe, makes a sacrifice,
After death his home will be eternal paradise.

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