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You Have Finally Arrived
these are not just ordinary dreams people carve in time as inlaid possibilities these are more like waterfalls of believes flowing in shapes feather-like grace snowdrops perhaps snowflakes in May hanging in on a warm friendly wind waiting for him … Continue reading
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have you seen
have you seen my fair lover you were with us tell him he went to my head like an old musky wine tell him I am still walking his leafy paths among those trees majestic my bare feet in wet … Continue reading
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it’s a kiss
it’s a kiss as if yet another sprout of that hope old not a firm one not like the men on a road in their cars fast but an electrifying one so unfamiliar so new so shy one would have … Continue reading
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I thought you were a flower
I thought you were a flower pure genius in every colour budding to love I brought you kindness and laughter a pearly tear to look after once I were gone so you could carry on living your golden feet firmly … Continue reading
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the muse
I don’t know where the poetry has gone the two of us are like a secret forest now she – the muse – hiding in no man’s land and I – the mortal – wandering in Sussex Downs desperate to … Continue reading
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lovers in Brighton
lovers in Brighton they will search your face as you walk by their astute eyes like a sharp light bent in a question mark are you mine why walk up the Lanes to Churchill Square what fun is there … Continue reading
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Lewes Speakers Club Championship 2014 belongs to Eliza!
speak and I will take your voice into my hands like one takes rain drops from their stream the whole grey coat of them speak to me and I will see gentleness walk by with roses in array as I … Continue reading
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innocently
this isn’t to say we have got the entire realm of scent your crystal breath has warmly taken over most colours entered into my sanctuary swaying along green maps it is a new land like a three dimensional dream in sleep we are entering the flow of time easily … Continue reading
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My Valentine
Enchant me and I will give you mellow songs an incantation of love divine transcendent glide golden shine in my red wine drank to the bottom of your mouth bitter sharp with your name on my mind forever fixed in … Continue reading
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Ode to Marc Chagall
Mr Chagall your angels sitting high mad horses laughing cows touching my hair I am afraid to say but is this art may I ask why why would you call it so I stand upset the rhymes of your brush … Continue reading
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Notre Dame
these are your shy silver smiles like a bowl of apples small I could take two into my hand one for you the air comes with a strong childhood memory I was there wet and spice dazzling my eyes … Continue reading
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new year
this new year like a new cat gingerly comes onto my lap not sure yet of the wilted roses which should be gone for good by now like the ones which are cast away in return for a new chance … Continue reading
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if my happiness
If my happiness was a golden bowl you would be the sun reflecting your rays there all my days and in the night we would sleep deep satisfied from the light within if my happiness was a chalice of … Continue reading
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tomorrow
tomorrow shall be bells dancing in a graceful melody of rhyme at my doors wide ajar to let you come in over the high thresholds over the lying fears over the shadows past what are you bringing in your arms … Continue reading
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if I were to love you
if I were to love you there would be a sudden spring running across my street with her hair long on the wind singing if I were to love you you would look at me as if you have … Continue reading
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http://www.solarnavigator.net/solar_lady_study.htm I am the sun my hair upon my face like the rays in gold and gold they shine to guide the royal way in life in death I shine my solar power I soar on wings … Continue reading
chopin ballade 4
she comes from the whispers in the sleeping sand as if images half there were caught by a photograph on a strong air as if an invisible golden frame embraced the world or was it the arms of a loving … Continue reading
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in your space
in your space my heart dwells like a bluebell on the edge it has always been another morning there – I remember – always one more morning for yet another hope emerging from the soft meanders of a night which … Continue reading
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she danced into a harder colour of time she swirled along that undescribed line where hearts usually shiver out of the excitement of thought as … Continue reading
kites
they did not teach you how to fly in dry red was the discovery made on hard backs of high horses pretending their way yet tulips still grew under your belt and spring always came in same shoes running … Continue reading
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chambers
chambers enter from the sea-side on a low tide golden fish and their silky images surround April scented steps seashells no need to count as if abundance lived here in generous arms of strong waves to lift you … Continue reading
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between the two of us
give me another leaf – green a marvel in the key of E laid at the bottom of your hand where no word passed among its lines but we have said the world between the two of us your eyes sharp like a … Continue reading
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you kept to your shadow
read by Eliza you kept to your shadow in ever-asking eyes grimacing at the light where is this land you have come from so dark … engulfed in black stripes bent in question marks ready to run for life a … Continue reading
my cat
read by Eliza my cat loves me and I love my cat in the dark glows his smile and makes me laugh my cat talks to me and I talk to my cat he takes it all in … Continue reading
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