Month: March 2021
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Aftermath
Last night dancing the tiles all red Our feet talking more than words said Glasses overflowing with wine…
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Jamie’s Song
Form: Kyrielle We walked through the gilded gatewayTowards the moonlit castle keepWithout a word, nothing to sayHere where the black-winged dragons sleep As silent as Death’s last whisperWe slowly move in the night creepThe night singed, her breath crisperHere where the black-winged dragons sleep And we fall to our knees insideThe door before her eyes…
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Lovers’ Gin
Form: Limerick While I was sat drinking lemonadethe winter’s chilling sun started to fadethe calm before the stormperhaps another dawnfound in fizzy dreams of lemonade. A hazy moonlit beach then appearedmy senses numbing as I had fearedas a pretty girl winkedat me, I dare not blinkin case she then went and disappeared. The summer bronze…
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Immer In Meinem Herzen
Form: Keats’ Sonnet Those sensual aromas caress the air As you, my love, swayed to the ancient drum The story of rhythm, of you and me Intrigued by romance and my maiden fair Essence of taste like Caribbean rum This truth exposed I could no longer hide And you became my sweetest destiny. Yet now…
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Following John Winston
It’s window shopping for second hand shirts, And short date bargains dictating the meals as composing-words barely meet the rent…
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Pictures of Silence
Form: Go Vat Calling to mind tranquil places,where the soul meets those embracesthat create my peaceful vision. Breathing in, slowing life’s pacesintense moments knowing gracesI found in my peaceful vision. Imagined beach, tidal tracesleaving intricate sand laceson shores of my peaceful vision ©JGFarmer2013
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Devotion
Duty, promised in words and Deeds, the actions proving the oath as Donations of self, given in love and…
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Birthday Cake
Delicious scents of cocoa tease the nose While baking a cake for candles to crown A tender greeting for a birthday treat…
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Love Over Time
Without my love the world appears so cold A silent space with senses on withhold Those moments when shivers touch not her lip…
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Shades of Deja Vu
The same old questions lie in front of me, And knowing already there’s no reply, Just like unanswered phones that always ring, And living just keeps on its walking by…
A Garret Poet 