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    Universei: Poetry for Everyone
    Universei: Poetry for Everyone
    Universei: Poetry for Everyone
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    Universei: Poetry for Everyone

    By Anthony James Day

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    Universei - Poetry for everyone is a self published book by Anthony James Day. Themes of the poems include love, hate, anger and the meaning of life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnthony James Day
    Release dateMay 1, 2018
    ISBN9780463115336
    Universei: Poetry for Everyone
    Author

    Anthony James Day

    Anthony James Day is a freelance poet born in Brisbane in 1971. Anthony featured in a documentary titled "The Vagabond Poet", showcasing the poetry scene of Brisbane in the 1990's. Later Anthony gained notoriety for dancing in the mall outside Sanity Music in the Hobart mall (Tasmania), affectionately known as the Hobart Dancing Man.Anthony wrote six volumes of poetry during his lifetime, which was sadly cut short due to suicide in 2003.His poetry and legacy continue to be shared through the efforts of his friends and family.

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      Book preview

      Universei - Anthony James Day

      UNIVERSEI

      POETRY FOR EVERYONE.

      Poems written

      by

      Anthony James Day

      Published by Art and Soul Co.

      HAVE I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU?

      Have I got something for you?

      Yes I have, close your eyes and guess who.

      I've got something for you.

      And I hope you like it too.

      Open up your eyes.

      Hope this is a nice surprise.

      I popped up with the morning sunrise.

      I know we haven't been together for a while.

      But I hope I'm still the one, who makes you smile.

      I came back as soon as I could.

      I came back like I said I would.

      How have you been, since I've been away?

      I thought of you, every night and day.

      I'm sorry I had to go.

      But I had no choice, like you already know.

      But most important, is that I'm back here with you.

      There's so much to say, there's so much to do.

      If you only knew, what it means to me, to see you again.

      Cause without you,

      The finest weather feels like endless rain.

      THE FALL OF THE WALL.

      There's a girl I wish I knew,

      But she put up a wall of silence.

      I didn't know what to do.

      I could see the wall of fear and distrust.

      I knew the code of silence, I had to bust.

      Should I persist, will she give in?

      Was that a smile?

      Was that a grin?

      Was that a brick that did fall?

      Is this the falling of the wall?

      Is this my chance to win it all?

      Is this the fall of the wall?

      Instead of a cold shoulder, a warm and kind word.

      Her voice is the sweetest thing,

      I've ever heard.

      To replace her frown, comes a smile.

      That could replace the sun.

      But I can't count a win, till I have won.

      The falling of the wall has just begun.

      Before I kept my distance.

      But now she shows no resistance.

      Now I'm sitting by her side,

      As the treacherous road of life, we ride.

      Instead of a cold glance, she gives her warm hand.

      It just goes to show,

      You can't tell how long the wall will stand.

      SHOPPING

      You use your fingers like an abacus, trying to keep count of the financial damage, of the contents of the already over budget, quarter filled, mind of it's own shopping trolley.

      THE ABSOLUTE

      The president kept looking for a way to have absolutism added to the constitution.

      ABSTRACT

      In my head thoughts dance, like fairies on the gypsy wind, so abstruse that I myself don't have any chance of understanding them.

      TEACHER

      The teacher's adenoidal voice and his bookworm glasses, helped to roundoff his neolithic aura.

      Time is the nemesis of life.

      ANGER

      A heated temper, clenched fist, grinding teeth, angry eyes. Words spoke but, not meant.

      NIGHT AFTER FORMAL

      Black hair and black clothes, contrast against snow white skin, vampire or hung over?

      You never know if you are bird, until you spread your wing and fly.

      Brave firemen, dance in the flames. To bring out a different partner every time.

      Ocean treasures in the safety of the deep, pearls and sunken sea bound flowers.

      Cocooned children, rain, soil and sun beckon their growth into tall trees.

      The world is my oyster but you are my pearl.

      The sententious, yttrium coloured hair, frail old man, sat around the camp fire.

      Telling yarns to the children, until they were called away to bed by their parents.

      The english teacher read one screed after another, until every student fell asleep out of boredom.

      What's one person's dung beetle is another person scarab.

      Night Mare

      I'm riding my nightmare, through the forest of fear.

      I just wonder, is this a dream or, am I really here?

      Jumping over the chasm of reality.

      You say it's an illusion but it's real enough for me.

      Watching as my dread takes shape.

      Riding through a desert, with a lunar like landscape.

      Tearing at my mind, plucking at my brain.

      Cutting it fine between pleasure and pain.

      I'm riding my nightmare.

      Oh what a scare.

      Riding my nightmare.

      She has broke into a gallop. She is out of control.

      I'm finding it hard to stay on,

      The reins are burning like a hot coal.

      Bucking, kicking, rearing.

      She is the mount we're all fearing.

      Fire in her eyes, evil in her every vein.

      Tears and blood flow like flooding rain.

      My wicked steed take me away, take me home,

      Let me be, leave me alone.

      I'm riding my nightmare, through the forest of fear.

      The Gypsy

      OH-OH calls the gypsy wind,

      OH-OH she tries to call you in.

      Pack your bags, get set for flight.

      The gypsy wind calls tonight.

      Give her your hand to hold.

      And your future is made, even if it ain't told.

      OH-OH calls the gypsy wind.

      "Come travel with me, she does cry,

      Follow me till the day you die."

      She'll steal your heart, she'll steal your soul.

      Like a rolling stone, forever you will roll.

      "I won't harm you, she said.

      I'll just possess your heart, soul and head."

      She says come follow me.

      There's a whole new world to see.

      Let's dance on the ocean, come and play.

      She's the pied piper and I just follow.

      She gives me my medicine, so I just swallow.

      She calls all night and day,

      until you get up and runaway.

      Until you get up and runaway with her.

      I ain't no vagabond but I must move on.

      When the gypsy wind blows, through me,

      till all the leaves fall and the nakedness of truth,

      is all that does remain.

      She keeps calling my name.

      The Public Transport Man

      The public transport man.

      Buys his ticket after nine, because it's cheaper after that time.

      Travels back and forth to town all day.

      He's bought his trip, so he's going to make it pay.

      Talk to people to find out what they think.

      Talk to strangers to find out what they're like.

      Looks out the window and waves at a couple on a motorbike.

      Tells people he wants to become a famous poet and

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