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Snapshots of my childhood.
40 lines, 20 comments,
on Mar 5 7:57 AM 2007. In memories
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My tiny child of three months, almost four / will never know the joy of daddy's kiss. / Such pain to think of all the things you'll miss /
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Life is just a moment in time.
A tiny star in a huge, endless galaxy.
19 lines, 16 comments,
on Mar 5 10:14 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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Do our words provide for shelter? / Do our tears put food on plates? / When we read our Sunday Papers, / are we saying “It’s too late” / /
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He stands in quiet contemplation,
as the evening shadows fall.
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Look closely at the morning dew,
that magically appears
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As winter lingers; colours drab,
ice fingers pick at frozen scab.
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Memories winding through my mind
of childhood days when words were kind.
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How shall I go, when I am asked to leave?
When death decides it’s time to bid farewell.
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You look away, and shake your head.
But it’s me that you see at the foot of your bed.
30 lines, 35 comments,
on Mar 5 11:05 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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In Merrion’s Wood I love to walk,
Such peaceful thoughts it brings.
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Why don’t you still love me?
Why do you treat me this way?
19 lines, 14 comments,
on Mar 14 1:13 PM 2007. In Love, Humour
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If I were you and you were me,
if we could swap for a day would it help us to see?
18 lines, 20 comments,
on Mar 7 6:47 AM 2007. In prejudice
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How will you be remembered?
Have you given this some thought?
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When Spring arrives inviting waking souls, / released at last from Winter’s gripping claws, / from hibernating warmth of fireside coals / a
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Creatures stirring; stretching, waking.
Dragonflies, reflections making.
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It’s just before the dawn when grey dreams fade,
my eyes adjust to focus on what’s real.
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Take my hand, I promise you, / I’ll never let it go. / I’ll take you to a special place, / where tender orchids grow. / In forest glades, o
19 lines, 18 comments,
on Mar 23 5:16 PM 2007. In Love
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How still; it seems this silent snow can fall
as if she’s whispering to sleeping birds.
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Come with me, to the woods again, / in April sun and gentle rain. / Let’s listen to that soft refrain, / The fairy’s harp you’ll hear. / /
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She started on life’s journey
full of hope of what might be.
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Oh foolish eyes, why dost thou search in vain? / Her laughter ringing still, tormenting ears. / Each second strives to pierce my empty vein
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This landscape that our eyes admire;
the pastures green and woodlands tall,
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She sits before her mirror, and slowly combs her hair.
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Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
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How silent is the night when I can’t sleep, / and thoughts retrace the paths of yesteryear. / Sometimes an uphill climb, forever steep, / I
17 lines, 34 comments,
on Jun 7 6:55 PM 2007. In Life, Sonnet
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