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Category Archives: poem
Painted Hearts
(for BJ) You paint for love and making home a warm and loving place to be I paint with words my heart’s relief at knowing you’re still with me. And, whilst we seem to play away with different loves, divergent … Continue reading
As If…
He was muttering as if he was trying to describe a vision he couldn’t share with her; with anyone. It was of something he’d never seen before this moment; a moment when she saw a look on his face that … Continue reading
Posted in Death, emotion, Free Verse, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, sadness
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The Poppy
When I see a poppy I see the symbol of something that it’s easy to forget; not a logo, a stripe or a statement of rank. It’s neither corporate image nor party colour, nor crucifix. It is not even… …a … Continue reading
Eat Me
(for Rachel) I’m checking the time to discover if I’m still here in this world… or the next. I had a strange dream of a rather mad party, where everyone’s hearty, garishly dressed and no-one cares what the time really … Continue reading
Perfection
I walked and wandered, we talked, I sang, but also had to sit awhile for what seemed like an age. You’d had a surfeit at the bar you had leaked a bit from both ends… and seemed uncomfortable, unhappy, not … Continue reading
A Lion is Born
(For Leo) It was amid an Indian summer, deep in the season’s golden glow when we would normally expect the crisp and still of autumn’s chill, beckonning a hint of winter’s snow. For two days there had been no cloud. … Continue reading
Looking South
If you stand in the wind and allow it to bend you so you flex and withstand it, don’t let it uproot you, then you’ll find it can’t hurt you in spite of extraordinary pain. If your instinct for flight … Continue reading
Posted in courage, experience, Heroes, Hope, Injury, poem, poetry, War
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Grasslands
A poem inspired by two people: Rumi – ancient poet extraordinaire Craig – Grassland Scientist and almost poet, but nonetheless extraordinaire and a photo… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I see you there, underneath the sky, that huge and glorious high. And in-between, a … Continue reading
Posted in age, environment, green, nature, poem, poetry, science, wisdom
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Twenty Nine
It Started It is just twenty-nine short years ago, a conflict over sovereign soil; a war we had been forced to join, and what is more we knew him through his brother. So we know how close we were to … Continue reading
You Rock
Unlike the rose, whose life is all too short; whose beauty, transient, strikes the heart with olfactory refrain, intoxicating ache, to caress my right brain with melancholic pang, you… you resist the tides, whose rhythms, trying to change, never seem … Continue reading
Posted in age, cosmos, environment, Free Verse, melancholy, nature, poem, poetry, wisdom, Wonder
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