Category: My Poetry
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Lambton Park
Lambton Park Oasis in the cosmopolitan swirl of city life,An urban eden near at handYet miles afar to questing boyish dreams.Pillared oaks and lofty maplesShading sparrows, larks and Sunday lovers.This place, this place,Pungent with pine and last year’s rotCrackling beneath my careless shoes,Spinning keys and acorn capsLay scattered on the grassSweet scents from exotic parfumeriesAnd…
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Give Me Your Hand
Give Me Your Hand Once my love.Give me your hand.Now just these images.Sustaining days else made drear.A lento waltz drifting in a misty past. Fragment of a fading dream,Touching on the edge of this day, or that.Is that love’s lesson,To have, to hold, then let drift?Just the eye of an ember in cold grey ash.…
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For No Other Purpose *
For No Other Purpose * Not to flatterNot to praiseNot to garner sympathyNot to bore my friendsNot to ask forgivenessNot to seek redemptionNot to insultNot to belittleBut write for no other purposeThan to entertain myself.
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Lost
Lost Round, round, turn round againLooking for the horizon at the edge of the worldAnd finding none.Just this vast mirror-flat sea of nothingAnd an arching dome above reflecting the same.Disquiet, unease, rising discomfort, uncertainty,Each feeding upon the other leading up the pathTo unreasoned panic.Lost, I am lost, deprived of signposts.No map, no guiding star, neither…
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Innocence
Innocence Hills to climbPlaces to exploreSights as yet unseenOceans still to sailDreams thus far unfurledMysteries still hiddenThoughts to shareHands to holdLips to touchArms to embraceHair to strokeEyes to gazeSecrets to confideConfessions to revealPledges to each otherPromises to makePromises to keepThoughts that danceSongs that singChances to dareHeights to soarHills to climbRoads as yet untraveledDreams as yet…
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Mysteries & Magic *
Mysteries & Magic * So many questions.So few answers.Where does it all end?When all the questions have been askedAnd all the answers givenThe end of days is then at handAnd judgement falls upon us. We seek the answers to many thingsThat push the limits of our understanding.We want to know and see behind the curtainWhat…
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My Christmas Wish
My Christmas Wish This Year Is: That your heart is at peaceThat your soul rests gently in your breastThat your family draws near and if they cannotThat they remain close by in your thoughtsThat your ills are cured and if not then they be easedThat you be well-warmed and well-fedThat generosity and kindnessBe your…
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All That Is Left
All That Is Left For most of my days there was my music.It comforted me, it punished meIt inspired me and tortured me.A constant struggle to master the notesAnd bring them to an impossible perfection.It was something to anchor my wayward soulAnd channel a driving urge to create.Physical demands and limitationsImposed a disappointing ceilingOn what…
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My Muse
My Muse “That’s It!” I cry!I have chased round and roundThis form that I’ve adopted, only to discoverThe thing on which I’ve seized and tried to emulateIs a pale shadow of the master’s design.A structure and sensibility unfolding on my pageLike the natural language of my mother tongue.Perhaps it haunts me from an age gone…
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Not Me
Not Me Don’t pick me,Please don’t pick me.Pick the one aheadOr the one behind,To the left or to the rightOr near the back of the room,Over there in the cornerFront row or last. Don’t pick me.Please, please don’t pick me.I didn’t study,I didn’t prepare.I’m not ready for this.I didn’t even hear the question.I have no…
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