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Poems
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Human Writes.....
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The Poems Of Tempus Atras
2004 Edition
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All Stars
And we are but the stars of yester dreamers,
suspended now, as then, in skies of gold,
the future laid before us by their kindness,
and so within our hearts their stories told.
Smiles upon each diary page they turn us,
plotting courses way before we’d choice,
inklings of ideas where we would end up,
but rarely shoved, just led with hopeful voice.
Were we all, or part of what they’d prayed for?
few would care, as long as straight and true,
and we are but the stars of yester dreamers,
suspended now, as then, in skies of blue.
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Cheshire Smiles
Just above the window box
Wavering about
Hovering in hurricanes
Miraging in drought
Sweltering for no-one else
Promising with glee
Guiding light in sliding night
Forever calling me
Wandering the hedgerows
Peeping over hills
Climbing like an ivy weave
Soaring summer thrills
Keeping tallies on my space
Pressed into a heart
Caught up in the soul of me
For never will we part
I can see your Cheshire smile
Nothing else is shown
Guesswork body, maybe eyes
Gesturing unknown
Haunted oh so beautifully
Writer, ghost, from wrongs
Whooping up my hopefulness
In much re-chorded songs
Tripping daily through my world
Customised to please
Arrowed hearts across the barks
Of loving wayward trees
Scented by the lord above
Loosed within my world
Whatever is behind that smile?
And will it be unfurled?
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Be There
Kiss me with enthusiasm,
touch me with your word,
soothe me soft with memories,
that flutter like a bird,
feel me warm as summer,
brush my winter fleece,
curl me round your little finger,
ring the bells for peace,
charm me with your magic,
fell me with your look,
sneak me out at midnight,
for some ingle in the nook,
make me smile with laughter,
make me cry the same,
play me like an endless disc,
then put me on again,
serve me you for breakfast,
lightly grilled on toast,
spare the pepper and the sauce,
just let my feelings roast,
be there when I need you,
being here’d be nice,
hold me close and squeeze me,
like a gin and lemon slice,
drink me under tables,
lick me over too,
spend some time, without a clock,
together, me and you,
keep my fuse a ticking,
make the seconds count,
floor me with you kindness,
as the crowd leap up and shout,
lay here while I’m sleeping,
your body sprawled on mine,
now slap me hard around the face,
these dreams take too much time.
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Certain Voices
Are there really certain voices, that fix their calm and chill,
and seek that part within us, addictions mellow thrill.
Do timbres lurk to soothe us, sweet brushing verbal hugs,
that sway us to their lullabies, exhilarating drugs.
One tone could launch sky rockets, another, seething nought,
while in between tread variants, with texture felt retort.
I’m sure of tranquilliser tongues, that walk with magic dust,
and sprinkle clouds of hypnotique, for instant stranger trust.
What is it that great speakers have, that mesmerise the brain,
and purr their songs across our ears, like tender loves refrain.
Then in a trice, we listen hard, awaiting, smiling, dazed,
by captivating, joie de vie, with touches of amazed.
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Four Dreams
I knew a man who’d seen your eyes,
But still I’m blind,
No colour ever spoke that way
I’d lived maligned
Another told of wonder smiles
I turned to see
But nothing ventured past my sight
So far from thee
A stranger lent the thought of feel
But you weren’t here
I settled in the hopeless sparks
Of bonfire tears
Caressing scent that could be yours
I walk four dreams
For one with you would surely be
Too few it seems
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The Gifts
The gifts arrived today, I smiled,
and heartfelt feelings, then beguiled,
and washed my face, just like a child,
as tears like mountains steeply piled.
I think we all need love and thought,
and in those envelopes you caught,
my saline world, each drip fell short,
and ran a gauntlets storm lashed port.
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