CONTEMPORARY POETRY

Naked Soul

Naked Soul Futile winds blowthrough a broken heartthe vessel flawedit’s flow fragmentedcracks wide open Stark nakedbefore humanities facefeeling vulnerablein that darkand lonely space self leaks outin a stream of tearsaimlessly to moon aboutin a poolof excuses and fears. A dark fascinationthis absence of lightLovespreads diamante’on the cloak of night The broken vessellets in a new...Read More »

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Maybe I Might

Maybe I Might I may live a thousand lifetimes, but remember only one….I may find some peace in quiet when a busy day is done I might be the other loving half of someone else’s wholeIn somebody else’s picture I might play a leading role I might take the time to give thanks for the things life’s given...Read More »

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The Stuff Dreams are made on

The Stuff Dreams are made on Our journey is wastedwhen we hanker for thingsthat might have been .With open eyes, the dreamprecedes our grit and goal. No point in nightmares ,lost in the dusty recessesof the mind. Life is a one waystreet , walk with soul’s dreamin the moonlight and follow your visions...Read More »

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Search-light to my Soul

Search-light to my soul My words are a search-lightto my Soulspeaking my truth. Sometimes they glow and shine shaped by thoughts from otherslong ago yet deeply mine. Some days my words glisten softly like pale moonlight or distant stars A silvery fish, darting out of shadows dapples of half-light, reflectingoff...Read More »

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Poetry - My Life

  Poetry – My Life I’m in a moment on my own, just thinking how the years have flownI ask myself what have I done – that’s brought a change to anyone The answer comes in very clear, the one thing that I hold so dearMy friends tell me I have a gift...Read More »

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Whispers Of Your Heart

  Whispers Of Your Heart There is a quiet in my life only your whisper bringsI listen in the silence to the music your heart singsI rest upon your loving thoughts, enjoying peace of mindInside that peaceful tenderness only with you I’d find There are no hidden feelings, everything is very clearWe ride...Read More »

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Pilgrim

Pilgrim The fragrance that surrounds you in that sacred Spot has reached me ere your return Sweetness before which ev’ry rose must flush and turn yearning as in haste longing to be there with you.         Garnet Shaw Robbie ...Read More »

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Flaming June

Flaming June Picking peas for market is back-breaking work, especially at the age of eighty six. Marie was a widow, she always wore long skirts and her clothes were invariably black.Her weather-beaten face was deeply wrinkled and crows feet splayed from eyes as blue as the sea that lapped around the...Read More »

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Faces of the Sea

Faces of the Sea She invites and entices, her frothy skirtssweep in, then retreat. A temptress , her voiceis a whisper in pink sea shells. Light reflects sand, green and grey,a chameleon, she blends with rainbows, banksof cloud and the colours of sky. A partner to sunbeams,she dances, waves her underskirts, dazzles,twinkles, vies...Read More »

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Leaving a mark

Leaving a mark On a train journey to Glasgowan inspector punched my ticket.He left an unusual shaped hole;peculiar in size and in shape.At Stafford, another inspectorwith his unique ticket punch.Holes of different size and shape.After Carlisle came another.My trip punctuated by theinspectors I met on the way.My journey described by all...Read More »

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