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Dream ship
No one can sail your
ship but you
No one has seen the
horizons that have graced
your eyes, nor have they
weighed your tears on
the stormy sea
Who has tasted the joy of
your heart when magic
smiles have kissed your
lips?
Who has clung to that broken
ship that has tested the strength
of your soul?
Sail on my love, sail on
Mend your sails and be strong
I have been called to comfort
you when sea billows roll
Cast your anchor on the island
of hope
There shall I stand on uncertain
shores
And I shall annoint your head
with oil.
ship but you
No one has seen the
horizons that have graced
your eyes, nor have they
weighed your tears on
the stormy sea
Who has tasted the joy of
your heart when magic
smiles have kissed your
lips?
Who has clung to that broken
ship that has tested the strength
of your soul?
Sail on my love, sail on
Mend your sails and be strong
I have been called to comfort
you when sea billows roll
Cast your anchor on the island
of hope
There shall I stand on uncertain
shores
And I shall annoint your head
with oil.
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Posted: Oct 2014
Post CommentThe lion and the man
The lion awakes with no
regrets of yesterday
The man awakes fretting
the events of the past
The lion is pure in primal
instinct
The man is double-minded
in his nature
The lion stands face to face
and will not flinch
The man blinks twice
The lion considers not
the odds against him
The man weighs the price
The lion will not be shamed
The man is consumed
with guilt
The lion is at home in the
valley of death
The man has no certain
dwelling
The lion eats fear for breakfast
Fear eats man alive
Welcome to the jungle.
regrets of yesterday
The man awakes fretting
the events of the past
The lion is pure in primal
instinct
The man is double-minded
in his nature
The lion stands face to face
and will not flinch
The man blinks twice
The lion considers not
the odds against him
The man weighs the price
The lion will not be shamed
The man is consumed
with guilt
The lion is at home in the
valley of death
The man has no certain
dwelling
The lion eats fear for breakfast
Fear eats man alive
Welcome to the jungle.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I've always been facinated with the nature andvery appearance of the lion.
Peel ‘t Her
Kiss of wind, skin expose
Rite of passage, flint unblown
Wrap in linen, whisper wish
Eye a smile, power fill dish
Tell our story, wren over been
Radio gunplay, window dot win
Heal it faster, rivet caste rim
Tubs waste iron, collector writ Him
Sliver hard ice, stainless ore holy
All by Virgil, squeeze shades folly
Less than words, forever amore
Full of grace, moon-lit gore.
Rite of passage, flint unblown
Wrap in linen, whisper wish
Eye a smile, power fill dish
Tell our story, wren over been
Radio gunplay, window dot win
Heal it faster, rivet caste rim
Tubs waste iron, collector writ Him
Sliver hard ice, stainless ore holy
All by Virgil, squeeze shades folly
Less than words, forever amore
Full of grace, moon-lit gore.
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Posted: Mar 2015
Post Comment
Cold Sunrise
Sunrise.....It's getting lighter,
Death lays cold in a tangled heap,
AK's magazine's empty,
It's shoulder strap, still wrapped, around his wrist,
A victim of his own thinking,
That "Unbelievers" lives were less than cheap,
He was no Gods freedom fighter,
He was only his own terrorist!
Death lays cold in a tangled heap,
AK's magazine's empty,
It's shoulder strap, still wrapped, around his wrist,
A victim of his own thinking,
That "Unbelievers" lives were less than cheap,
He was no Gods freedom fighter,
He was only his own terrorist!
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Hi everyone.....Thought it was about time I came back to write a bit....just wish that this weeks circumstances had been different....Lest we forget though, 99.9% of religous followers are gentle and peace loving and the same percentage of political followers will argue things in a reasoned way. Unfortunately there will always be a very small minority that feel that they have to resort to violence to get their point or belief across.....Andrew...xxxThe honor is mine
The thought of meeting you
Keeps me up at night
All those poems you wrote
Sunk deep in my soul
I've stirred a course through
Loves sea
And you've been the wind in
My sails
So sad that my hands cannot
Cup your cheek
I send you my tears in a golden
Bottle
I tear my flesh for love unfulfilled
May destiny have compassion on
the desires of my hungry heart
May my eyes close on this dark
And lonely world
May I wake to find you hand and
Hand walking through streets of
Gold
Only then shall we walk in the
Eternal smile
Keeps me up at night
All those poems you wrote
Sunk deep in my soul
I've stirred a course through
Loves sea
And you've been the wind in
My sails
So sad that my hands cannot
Cup your cheek
I send you my tears in a golden
Bottle
I tear my flesh for love unfulfilled
May destiny have compassion on
the desires of my hungry heart
May my eyes close on this dark
And lonely world
May I wake to find you hand and
Hand walking through streets of
Gold
Only then shall we walk in the
Eternal smile
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Posted: Nov 2015
Post Comment
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories
half heard in the inn
awoke in me fires
stoked by the gin
catherine anne moored
in secret twilight
buckled neath bullion
jewelled to it's height
a vast templar treasure
won by the blade
fortunes were lost
to greater one's made
made fame in fortune
in furnace of hell
to purchase a passage
to where her boards dwell
war steed I bought
to reach holy land
travelling savagely
mountain to strand
I found her in summer
asleep in her bed
I swam into darkness..
down to the dead
.
half heard in the inn
awoke in me fires
stoked by the gin
catherine anne moored
in secret twilight
buckled neath bullion
jewelled to it's height
a vast templar treasure
won by the blade
fortunes were lost
to greater one's made
made fame in fortune
in furnace of hell
to purchase a passage
to where her boards dwell
war steed I bought
to reach holy land
travelling savagely
mountain to strand
I found her in summer
asleep in her bed
I swam into darkness..
down to the dead
.
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Posted: Jun 2020
Post Commentsomething shimmering and right
pause and feel it
so familier
yet you've never
seen it
with your eyes
a kind of innocent
expression
something naive
something wise
I wish I knew what you were
searching for
something shimmering and right
a favour granted by your yearning
the place you grow to
from demise
the days are listing into evening
before the sun has kissed your skin
If you were oceans on a dance floor
I wouldnt wait to jump right in
pause and feel it
without feeling
rather be it
and move on
you won't know it
when you taste it
you'll only know it
when it's gone
a kind of dreaming
way of singing
superimposed
over thought
a commodified
returning rainfall
that can't be trapped
nor sold
or bought
I wish I knew what you were
looking for
something shimmering
and light
something hewn from endless endings
something spoken
in goodnight
so familier
yet you've never
seen it
with your eyes
a kind of innocent
expression
something naive
something wise
I wish I knew what you were
searching for
something shimmering and right
a favour granted by your yearning
the place you grow to
from demise
the days are listing into evening
before the sun has kissed your skin
If you were oceans on a dance floor
I wouldnt wait to jump right in
pause and feel it
without feeling
rather be it
and move on
you won't know it
when you taste it
you'll only know it
when it's gone
a kind of dreaming
way of singing
superimposed
over thought
a commodified
returning rainfall
that can't be trapped
nor sold
or bought
I wish I knew what you were
looking for
something shimmering
and light
something hewn from endless endings
something spoken
in goodnight
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Posted: Feb 2021
Post Comment
online today!The Rose
Within the blood-red nature of this rose,
Runs sap of life - without impediment,
A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows,
Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment,
That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows,
Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raiment,
To Time;- as long forgotten love affairs;-
Her billets-doux, the wind takes unawares.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Runs sap of life - without impediment,
A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows,
Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment,
That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows,
Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raiment,
To Time;- as long forgotten love affairs;-
Her billets-doux, the wind takes unawares.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: May 2023
Post Comment
Legal Alien
I AM
this legal alien
feeling unsettled
like a pen with no ink;
car without an engine;
jockey without a horse;
child without a parent;
house without a roof;
infirm without a bed;
boat without an anchor;
pet without an owner;
plane without a pilot;
bike without wheels;
pot without a plant;
spring without water;
Like a tree without roots;
feeling unsettled
this legal alien
I AM
this legal alien
feeling unsettled
like a pen with no ink;
car without an engine;
jockey without a horse;
child without a parent;
house without a roof;
infirm without a bed;
boat without an anchor;
pet without an owner;
plane without a pilot;
bike without wheels;
pot without a plant;
spring without water;
Like a tree without roots;
feeling unsettled
this legal alien
I AM
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
Humans develop a deep connections with the places they settle in and the need to feel we belong to a place, to a unit or group of people, a community or society is inherent in us all! The mind might not always grasp what the heart feels.
My
My eyes are windows that reflect and have a language of their own
My spirit has been broken, restored, moulded and has grown
My mind transports me back to reminisce, to contemplate what could have been
My imagination catapults me forward to wonderful places that i haven’t yet seen
My soul has great depth and my heart has plenty of room
To enable me carry and sustain true love
Should it blossom, may it bloom
My spirit has been broken, restored, moulded and has grown
My mind transports me back to reminisce, to contemplate what could have been
My imagination catapults me forward to wonderful places that i haven’t yet seen
My soul has great depth and my heart has plenty of room
To enable me carry and sustain true love
Should it blossom, may it bloom
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
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