DARREN SCANLON

DARREN SCANLON

www.darrenscanlon.wordpress.com
England, UK. / Poet, Author & Proud Englishman
DARREN SCANLON
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AN ODE TO 'BIG B' AND 'LITTLE T'

AN ODE TO 'BIG B' AND 'LITTLE T'

The tarnished blade divides the air with a wisp of its viperish breath, its…

This documentary is brilliant and I hope it gives you a taste of all the other documentaries he.

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours…

Articles THE SPOILS OF WAR by Darren Scanlon And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.

Rain soaked lawns, tall trees shedding tears as we sadly lay to rest one of our finest peers.   Squirrels playfully darting from the bushes and the tree’s, smiling at the silent s…

Rain soaked lawns, tall trees shedding tears as we sadly lay to rest one of our finest peers. Squirrels playfully darting from the bushes and the tree’s, smiling at the silent s…

And so to bed, though once it was said that life is just an illusion. Well if that is so, then why, long ago, was my life such a whirl of confusion?   A nightmare, a dream or so it would seem,…

This beautiful picture reminds me of how I felt when I was much younger and read fairy tales.that mystical, magical feeling!

There lived a little glow worm whose his tail shone oh-so bright, you could often see him dancing on a warm summer night.   But when it was time for bed or he needed a little rest, he’d …

There lived a little glow worm whose his tail shone oh-so bright, you could often see him dancing on a warm summer night. But when it was time for bed or he needed a little rest, he’d …

On the mirror, he now turns his back, stumbling on his way, a far cry from the heady times; the smiles of yesterday.   The tumbler in his hand now holds a halo of revolt, the stain and stagnan…

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There once was a frog whose name was Fred, he hopped around and bounced on his bed.   He hopped to the pond and went for a swim, he called for his friends and they all joined in.   He hop…

There once was a frog whose name was Fred, he hopped around and bounced on his bed. He hopped to the pond and went for a swim, he called for his friends and they all joined in. He hopped to the shops to help out his mum and she would reward him with…

Alone in a car park, staring out at the rain, musing and snoozing and counting my pains.   Watching the world as it passes me by, the ebb and the flow through warm sleepy eyes.   Moments …

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