Poems about Alan

Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town
Between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown

The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
He drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb

Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh
Are driven by toads tooting, poop- poop- poo

Peddling along the reeling, rolling, rambeling road some drunkard guy made
On famiular BBC air waves his voice often played

Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales
2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails

Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York
Tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk

Nodding and humming to sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands
And still finding time to paddle a little,
On sun drenched Gigglewick sands

Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road
To Settel, for supper with
Raty
­ Mole
­ Badger
­ and Toad

And I wondered,
"Why is everything so beautiful from afar so dangerous up close?
The sun,
The stars,
The supermassive black holes,
The hypernovae,
The gamma-ray bursts. "

To my surprise,
I muttered,
"Your mind wondered so much, hun,
You didn't notice it was becoming one. "

I looked at you
For far too long
To be able to distinguish it
From an eternal love
And yet it was so short
I'll keep being reborn
Until you realise
How it is your breaths that hold my life

You shone
For far too long
To get the envious eyes
Of everyone we have ever known
And yet it was too short
My heart wrote you a poem
But I could not get the words out of chest
Soon enough

A silver doe
Showed me a way
Out of the misery I had wove
Around myself
Long enough till it was properly gotten rid of
But just when I turned to caress it
I saw its light fade in the sunlight

Your dark eyes
A mystery in their own, intimidated I stood still
Reading into your shadow
And just when I mustered up my courage
To ask your name
You exploded
And that is how stars were born.

No clinging
No grasping

Changing names and changing faces
Seeing different places

A strange world of happenings

One time to next time
That's it

You are like a beauty contest
Where nobody is keeping score.
The clothes make you beautiful
But I like you naked even more.
You're a hot hunk of manhood
From your hairline to your boots
And you look a lot better naked
Than some men look in suits.

Yeah, I have to admit it here
It was your looks caught my eye
But as time went by I discovered
There was much more to you, guy.
There's poetry and wit and then
That ever present sense of fun.

At first it was just infatuation;
A fan sitting close to the stage.
But later it turned into something
Beyond a sexy picture on a page.
I found out there was more to you
Than the beauty that stops hearts.
There is something special there
That sets you delightfully apart.

So, I hope I can be forgiven
For being such a rabid fan.
I have excellent taste in things
Like the looks of a hot man.
I have heard so many call you
One hot, sexy son of a gun.
Of the members of your fan club
I'm sure I am your number one.

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall

Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris,
Presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide

Awkwardly,
He walks over
The square, his shopping
Swinging
In his closed
Hand.

Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard.
Deftly, he uncovers the panels.
Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp.
Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat.

Awkwardly,
He fumbles in
His shopping for today's
Distraction.
Waiting for the next
Bus to nowhere.

Welcome to me too.
Thanks for coming in high-altitude, if you're really into them.
There are new-tutorials, and I'm not going to need one.
Why not do the news? I love plain and simple.
Free-market sloping losses will do this;
Because of bipartisan politics.
Luyendyk news is crowded by Audi's and by partisan politics;
I don't like my partisan politics.
Star tutorials are tutorial-soon.
This is a new tutorial for my into being given to the jury
In tutorial.

People present their uh dreams,
And a jury room is like love;
A little atmosphere me in a circle,
Meaning we are (he is) related to the moon.

I'm the serving the Newburgh tutorial right now
Around this one:
The new green play I'm into.
This one's just a little on the Brumbies
Cuz glass needs it to learn.
I am the circus mom pursuing your doom;
A mistaken rampant around jug-glass John,
Inputting the bar's shiny leading to the bottom-thanked step.
Number one is singing your doom on.

Be an unloaded nerd, like a dump truck dumping dirt into our hearts
While holding the whole lamar,
And perfecting the bar starting with p.
Put on the range
Near the whole ecosystem in a in a bubble.
Second thing you gotta do is earn it,
You do this, but we plan to our dirt up to nine innings.
Love things American
Like me
In the new godliness.

99 dramas trapped under so now I'm a real utah zombie,
And lines,