Mary Champion
Mary Champion Poems
Time's been arrested for speeding-
a danger to life and to limb.
No highway or byway was safe from
the peril that's been posed by him.
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When our star was born
is time began a count-down to eternity.
Now its dark energy is running away
with our world,
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Pinocchio wanted to be a real boy
Though his body was just made of wood.
His heart could feel passion and pain and great joy.
But his body was just made of wood.
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Take it and keep it safe. Don't let it go.
Then hold it all locked in your memory,
ensuring it is all where it should be.
Maturing in Wisdom, learn to say no.
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The first time we met it was in a dream.
You were my hero, my chivalrous knight.
Close by your side, all my terror took flight.
Burned in my mem'ry I still hold that scene
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The Holy Spirit - thus they defined you-
in the mysterious incantations
that were all devoid of explanations.
As I passed from childhood and my doubts grew,
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Now time passes by with blood on its hands,
Foreshadowing death with each broken spell.
The shifting grains of its treacherous sands
cut short the stories our souls try to tell-
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Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
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I met her when she was too young
but still she stole my heart.
Fell for the woman she'd become
then we were torn apart.
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St Valentine, your hit man, Cupid,
called and shot me with his arrow,
fired it through my common sense
and now I'm mad with love, demented.
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Through a life time we build our empire.
All the memories
all the knowledge
all the Wisdom we have gained.
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There are plebs in the pub
discussing the latest in Corrie.
So earnest!
So engaged!
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There's a fox on the bus.
It just strolled on -
nonchalant.
Took a seat at the front.
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I will wait for you
till the world is new -
a place that's fit for perfect love.
I will be with you
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Life is a fluctuating stream of energy-
uncreated.
Beyond that it is indefinable.
Life cannot be captured in words.
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In the world of wounded souls
we wear our armour,
our spiky armour,
to hide the cracks.
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Rose is the girl I have wanted
since the day that her eyes first met mine.
I knew I would love her forever,
but I waited for such a long time.
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The Best Poem Of Mary Champion
Time Trial
Time's been arrested for speeding-
a danger to life and to limb.
No highway or byway was safe from
the peril that's been posed by him.
Time is a serial killer
with thousands of victims each year.
His methods are varied and vicious,
but the motive is always unclear.
Time often claims he's a healer,
but really he's only a quack.
In the short term he may prove effective,
but in the end, we're all dead. That's a fact.
Time is a merciless stalker
who shadows us all to the last.
Wherever we hide he will find us,
his reach is immeasurably vast.
Time is the thief of our beauty;
our future, our youth and our dreams.
He plunders our health and our vigour
by many nefarious means.
Time has been clocked on CCTV
mugging old ladies and men.
Time has flown faster than should be allowed
and threatens to do it again.
But the rich cannot gain any favours
for there's one sin we cannot ascribe
to this bringer of death and corruption-
Time has never been stopped by a bribe.
Time's on your side,
for as long as it suits
but then, when Time changes,
he won't give a hoot.
Time is a grass,
because time always tells
and there is no magic
in his shoddy spells.
But now we are freed from the terror;
no longer the victims of crime.
The court has delivered its verdict
and the sentence was passed - to kill Time!
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