a sensualist world

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Discerning

I stood outside the faded scene from window to the shore and wondered was this all there was and would I see much more Much more of what the future held in hand away f…

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Bountiful

The noise was heard before the door was opened to the clue that one can find their fortune in another’s bountiful With wealth obscuring fondness and with fame left in the drawer…

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My avenue

The world appeared unhappy  A place where I could lull  And be outside of myself  And see a sky so dull  It happened that at times like this  I’d sense something awry  And wonder if I’d missed my time  And ask the question; why  But no-one wanted answers  They knew not what to say  And wandering so waywardly  Could not keep harm at bay  So what of undue harm; I ask  Is there a magic…

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The hallowed ground

Standing on the hallowed ground I look above and all around And feel the magic touch It comes to share the feelings grand The crowd no more within its stands As dusk replaces day So much of meaning came before Now just a memory - times of yore Held within their land I’ve walked with others – one – the same Experienced the joy – the fame And cheered as victory’s claimed A stadium –…

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The shallow sea

He stood before the shallow sea And wondered what went wrong If only for the simple things Like solitude and song He stood before the shallow sea And thought that he’d have plenty But then desire came along And ‘fore he knew he’d spent it The window opened once again The sunshine danced along He looked below to roses bloomed and soon he saw a throng The throng of roses flowered now…

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A lesson

It wasn’t what he’d thought it was And never would it be The ease with which his mortal self The ease with which he’d see Tomorrow turn to yesteryear And yesterday to now And when they turned he held her hand And whispered with a vow A vow that would see them become A couplet - ever stronger A vow that would last through the years And bring them love for longer And with the thunder…

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Umbrella Moon

She knew I knew her unknown thoughts and things kept well from sight like umbrella moon – a sweet perfume as pure as delight And when the night-time hovered and the evening showed its face I knew right then that she would send with elegance and grace Her beauty and compassion her feeling of supreme like winds that blew (strident and true) expressions yet unseen She was the butterfly and…

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Regret

Regret – regret – a dreaded thought the solitude of soul desired by the darkest cloud a lonely place to grow The fence impaled slowly – a gradual affect barely noticed by the throng unlikely to reflect The light that glistened on the sea the sun – it stayed to watch the dance planned out so carefully then – suddenly – it stopped Regret – regret – I’ve had my share but none that last ‘til…

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Belief

Belief – it comes in many forms and lends itself to thee a shutter-stock of pictures in a world of wizardry It is a world one cannot see and (surely) cannot touch the make-believe of timelessness of divinity and such Though one is told one should believe - as iron-clad as steel only the strongest will survive and then their oath reveal

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The whistle stop

It may have been a whistle stop to some (but not to me) It may have been there all the while beside the avid tree And when the seasons changed – and the sunset turned to day The deciduous and evergreen invited all to stay They shaded thoughts of yesteryear and thoughts yet to apply And as the winter turned to spring they pondered – asking why Why did that man just disappear and fear and…

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Once was

The misty rain fell through the day and left her smile (torn) The deluge fell but for a time and left her beau (well-worn) And as the sun returned to face the day (all but a blur) Their eyes would meet their hands entwine – what will be – once was (they were)

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow comes when the sun gives in to the moon and warrants your forgiveness as the darkness comes too soon Your presence means the world – your smile envied so and enlightens what once was void the essence of forego The sacrifice of warmth returned and thoughtfulness well told and when the sun returns to one then all want to behold The feeling of reminiscence – the act now well within…

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Limerick XXXII

Norm was a fisherman down at the pier He’d swill whiskey all through the year One day he sorta Fell into the water And that was the end for old Norm, the poor dear

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Limerick XXXI

The wind was blowing like blazes But I knew that it wouldn’t faze us My hair flew in the air I said; I don’t care I’ve got more in my bathroom next to my razors

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By the highway near the ocean

By the highway near the ocean

I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Joe is that you; came the voice from what seemed to be above me I diverted my attention to the girl in summer shorts Her hair was flowing freely – over the tip of her…

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Don't tell

Don’t tell

I have it mastered now I tell myself - and laugh a happy laugh but ne’er do tell - the secret’s safe with me I say – and yet – Don’t tell the bear or bees of what I’ve done - they love to talk Don’t tell the birds or the bards who ballads lead – they toss it back and forth as if a prize Don’t tell the road the children walk upon – their footprint shouts so loud that the entire village knows –…

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Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen

Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen

Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen walked from the hills to the shore in the sun for a swim Hannah blew bubbles and sang a tune - then the others joined in and they played til noon They’d frolic and gambol whilst down by the sea as the sun cracked a smile as wide as can be They had not a worry not a worry at all - they were young and carefree, they were having a ball Hannah and Holly and Jade…

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