Tag: Poetry Revisited
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Old Time Spanish Guitars
Form: English Sonnet My love, your eyes can see the distant starsyet can your ears now hear a Welsh voice singin echoes of old time Spanish guitarsto bring my love these last few days of spring.I close my eyes and see your native land,and feel you near; at last my mind withdraws,to where your loving…
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Was He Pushed?
When hearing old familiar rhyme, My mind asks if the story’s right, 0r is it concealing a crime…
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Age Gap
Time has no meaning in the bliss of love Love, that state of being I give to you You and I alone know what I speak of…
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Cotton Sheets
Her hair reposing on my cheek, she’s there, her arm extends across my shoulder blade my eyes refuse to look; this dream may fade…
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Fairy Glen
The moss green walls rise high above, As a poet sits down to dream, In this place, I was born to love…
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Morrigan’s Hounds
Be sure your deeds do not awaken, The Morrigan and her hellhounds, As then, your soul is forsaken…
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One Foggy Morning
A dreamy state in morning mist, As curls of cloud, recline on earth, The walking feet dare not resist…
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The Keepsake
Old chintzy flowers on lampshade, The yellowed tag says, ‘half a crown’, Yet memories ne’er dim nor fade…
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My Ship
Beneath the deep blue sky, my ship, Its curving timbers bend and bow, Upon a mast flapping about…
A Garret Poet 