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Poetry Page 5
ONLY YOU
Without your love I'd not survive,
You make me glad to be alive,
Your warm smile fills those dull winter days,
Your love is warmer than the suns rays
Of all the women that I have known,
And all the love that they have shown,
It may seem strange, but it's true,
There has really ever only been you.
ALL IN THE MIND
Misunderstood or misled,
It was your imagination that was fed,
All I wanted was to be a friend,
But you expected more in the end.
Rebuffed you tried to make things worse,
You continuously accosted me with verse,
You made me feel as though it was my fault,
To the extent I became so distraught.
Why should you make me feel this way?
I did nothing wrong by night or day,
I sat for hours in a darkened room,
Filling my head with clouds of doom.
A friendly hand led me away,
From those dark despairing days,
And now I see it all too clear,
Your intentions never were sincere.
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BUILDING BRIDGES
I saw in your face,
A beacon of light,
As delicate as lace,
A thought that, I might.
I saw in your eyes,
A sparkle, no diamond could shade,
Wrecked, your careful disguise,
Left you bare and open laid.
I saw in your movement,
Inviting, maybe wanting more,
Totally exhausted, your emotions spent,
I looked and entered an open door.
I saw in your love,
A truth, an impressive reward,
You free as a dove,
Our years spanned by a ford.
GOODBYE
Young love lies still,
Upon earths beaten brow,
No sounds of laughter,
To fill those empty days.
If only for a miracle,
To bring you back to me,
I just can't understand,
Why they had to take you.
You left my side that spring day,
Radiant, joyful, at ease and full of life,
They were laughing, joking,
Hiding in the trees.
Then without warning,
They cared for no one else,
In one short moment,
They took your life away.
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What Are You To Me
More than just a person,
Who helps me every day,
You're there when I need you,
In every single way.
I can't imagine a day without you,
Or you just not being there.
You help me celebrate the good times,
But my problems are yours to share.
To me you're someone special,
But you're also just you.
If anyone else should want you,
They'd just have to join the queue.
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PRO LIBERTATE
Who was it for?
That he carried the fight.
Was it simply for valour?
Maybe a niece or nephew,
An uncle or aunt.
What was it for?
That burning inside.
That kept him battling on.
Not caring for himself,
Never fearing the danger.
Was it for you?
That he gave his life.
The honour of the clan, or country.
It was more than that,
It was "for freedom".
In honour of Sir William Wallace (c1270-1305)
Perfect Home
The early morning mist,
Lifts slowly from the meadows,
Helped by the rising sun,
As it's bright face grows.
Birds wake full of song,
Sending out a message,
Of plentiful supplies of food,
As if words on a printed page.
Gulls trail the fishing boat,
As it makes its way back home,
Searching out the scraps of fish,
Into the sea are thrown.
Thunder rumbling gently on,
From last nights lengthy storm,
Already feeling just a humid,
Today will be no less warm.
Beautiful and serene the view,
This is the place to be,
Not for me the dirty city,
I love my home by the sea.
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