thatcatholicpoet

Speech can sketch the image, poetry can add colour, life and meaning. St David of Wales patron of Poets pray for us!

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"The orchestra of tears"

It's okay if you can't speak

Let the tears fall

When you can't speak for yourself

Let the tears speak for you.

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"The embrace of that we shun"

To get to know the rain, 

Is to accept and understand.

When we know the rain, 

We enjoy the warmth of the sun.

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"Light Triumphs"

The air sucked out my lungs,

My heart aching with every beat,

Each step getting closer to the ground,

This step, this pain, this torture.

With a single word, a name, His name,

Peace...

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"A letter to a friend that got away" V.2

You may hate me,

And that is okay.

You may despise my being,

And that is also okay.

You may regret our meeting,

but I do not.

Others hate you,

But I certainly do not.

You threatened me,

And I forgive you.

You discarded me,

And I yet again forgive you.

You may never forgive me,

And that is okay.

We may never meet again,

I think, that is okay...

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"A letter to a friend that got away"

You may hate me,

And that is okay.

You may despise my being,

And that is okay.

You may regret our meeting,

But I do not.

Others hate you,

But I do not.

You threatened me,

And I forgive you.

You discarded me,

And I forgive you.

You may never forgive me,

And that is okay.

We may never meet again,

And that is okay...

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"Goodbye"

I looked up to you,

But I lost something.

I lost my words,

The words that praised your greatness.

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"Blind"

A man, who stands before masterpieces,

Who stands in a field of roses,

May see everything, but nothing.

Yet a man, who stands in darkness,

Who stands in an empty room,

May see nothing, but everything.

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"Beautiful creases"

My dear, you despise your creases.

But each fold, bend and crease,

From a blank sheet, intentional beauty.

Each bend, depth, each crease, a story,

You see an ugly duckling, I see a beautiful crane.

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"I see you"

You there! I see you,

When you glare with contempt,

The judgement in your eyes,

Eyes full of love, blackened.

You! The man over there, I see you,

When you look lustfully at women,

Your heart beating out of your chest,

Your heart emptied and turned into a brothel.

You! Yes you, I see you,

When you stare with jealousy,

Your mouth as good as a dog, slobbering,

When that very mouth should preach contentment.

You! Stop ignoring me, I see you,

The man standing in the mirror,

You abuse your eyes, heart and mouth,

But go ahead, when no one sees, there is one who does.

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"Lost Potential"

Everyday a tear is shed

Shed for those departed,

The departed fathers,

The workers, the labourers, those who shed blood.

Everyday a tear is shed,

Shed for those who go before us,

Our dear mothers,

The hearts, the warmth, the comfort.

Everyday a tear is shed,

Shed for those who walked with us, but left,

Fellow bretherens,

The brothers, the sisters, our listening ears.

But where are the tears?

Tears for the most miserable,

The unborn child,

Future father, mothers, brothers, sisters...

Before life came to the eyes, darkness.

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"Two sides of the same coin"

A tear is shed,

For the lily trampled underfoot,

Bruised, scarred.

The eye is blinded,

To the lily on the branch,

Consumed with rot.

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"The day I meet you"

The day I meet you,

The sun will shine again.

The day I meet you,

Colour returns to my world.

The day I meet you,

The trees will dance.

The day I meet you,

The birds will sing.

The day I meet you,

I'll hug you tight.

The day I meet you,

I'll never let go.

When will be this day?

This day I'll meet you.

I'll just sit here till,

Till the day I meet you.