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Paul Barratt Poems
We are all just Just here looking all around Around the world, we have come Come to a land
A memory lost. A tear forms, But I'm not sad. Sad of the loss
By Your Side
Take pride, Take pride for a walk. Show it off, Show it everywhere,
Of light by day I see your beauty Of light by night I see your beauty Your beauty shines in your eyes Your beauty shines in side
Deeper than skin
I followed a little rainbow That lead me to your heart Filled with beautiful colours That reflected our love oh so true
A Picture of life
That certain thought of one. Dancing with excitement, darting with energy drawn and the spark goes on. Infinitely encompassing desire, yearning, striving as no-one has ever done. But looking all around, inwards, backwards, forwards, but for one.
Shiver me timbers Where has the world gone? Days of innocence, all but lost. There was no disgrace to be a certain race.
Dear Book; The pages I see and the words I write seem to be only clear to me. What does it all mean that its a fine line to be with sanity or without. Does it seem that the world all wrong or is it all right.
when life gets u down and love is not around, think; your a long time gone where there is no frown, life is a gift you just have to unwrap it,
The world is our universe, So blue and deep so free. We are but a bubble unto thee. When we die our bubble will pop,
By My Side
When I hear you say goodbye It nearly makes me wanna cry Do you really need to know How much I love you so
Yesterday I heard you say That you didn't really care And I wanted to run away But all I could do is stare
So precious and fragile We walk away Taken for granted We live to see another day
I awoke from a nightmare, an illusion of a dream. Clutching, grasping for reality it seemed. Was it real, was it really true? Controlling the masses, chosen by a few.
Comments about Paul Barratt
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
We are all just
Just here looking all around
Around the world, we have come
Come to a land
Land of fortune
Fortune to all, we are all different
Different we dare, show us your culture
Culture is all around us
Us be taught, us be educated
Educated we will survive
Survive as many peoples
Peoples are very dear
Dear to our country
Country is our home
Home to very many
Many different cultures
Australian culture, of course.