Amongst poem

I lay, amongst the memories, amongst the letters, amongst the photographs, on the bed, with clear memories, and also, hazy memories drifting through my head, yes, memories, memories of places been, and conversations with friends, and happy days and sad days, and blue skies and greys, and the beauties of the world, and the worlds…

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Alright poem

What words are there to say to you my darling daughter, except it is true, yes, I have shuffled off this mortal coil, but please, do not feel blue, please, do not feel blue, because I had a good life, I had a good life with your mother and you. Yes, it is goodbye, but…

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4.25 AM poem

4.25 AM, my eyes were blinking rapidly in R.E.M, yes, at 4.25 AM, my mind was full of dreams and moonbeams, in the quiet of the night, under my roof, in my house by the cherry tree, yes, at 4.25 AM, with my eyes blinking rapidly in R.E.M, as my girlfriend she watched wide awake,…

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1,2,3,4,5,6,7 poem

1,2,3,4,5,6,7, flutters of the eyelids, and a smile from her, and I, I am in heaven. And waiting, waiting happily, as she runs towards me, as if in slow motion, with her arms outstretched, in a gentle motion, and with her, perfume filling the air, so delicately and flagrantly, oh, how wonderful it is, and…

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Travel light poem

Travel light and steady, and as gentle as a cloud, and in yourself carry no vanity, no ego, but with compassion, and understanding, and with a heart that is strong and proud, and as you do, you will rise above life’s problems to get a better a view, and of those ignorant few who do…

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To the girl that I never knew poem

To the girl that I never knew, I wondered you. And I wonder of what you would have become, had you had the chance to grow. To the girl that I never knew, such fate has taken away my heart, and I curse the day that death did come to play, for a life cut…

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Torquemada of the heart poem

Torquemada of the heart. You tortured and tortured. and teased and tormented. but I loved you from the start, for love is a funny thing, and, in its complexities, we are wrapped up in the pleasure, and the pain that relationships bring, and of the want and the need and the lust, such a play…

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Tired of the night, tired of the day poem

Tired of the night, tired of the day, I sleep to dream, I sleep to ease, I sleep to ease the cares of the world away, but, only for a little while, to the nights dismay. Tired of the night, tired of the day, yet the day, happily, afresh it does come, it does come…

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Through this hour poem

Through this hour and through this time, if we give a little, we may disprove and dispel the darkness, darkness that has cast shadows from human minds, for humans they are conditioned into servitude, and are led willingly blind, and the need to fit in overwhelms the many, and they follow other’s thoughts so easily,…

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Through the pain poem

Through the pain, through the hurt, rise up, like a revolution from the Earth, and fight the pain, and fight the hurt with all your worth, for with perseverance comes honour, so, never give in, despite the suffering and the hurt, yes, never give in, because with strength and fortitude and perseverance, you will, conquer…

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