Chris Lane Poems

Hail not thou Rome, Mary.
But; to each breath drew daily
Your ultimate loving forgiveness -
Soft, like morning dew.
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There was a man from kinsale
Who wished never to sail,
'Till one day - starvation ravaged his lands
With this he threw up his hands.
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Love fly high
Mid February sky
Shakespeare say’t
Dove way.
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Irish poetesses look what you do!
Your words make me fall head of heels in love
With your Island nation and you.
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It has been an aeon since we last touched.
I come on a wave

Lap I at your feet
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Just a few atoms away
A short space between us:
Somehow
Love.
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Over billowing foam
Away my mind roams
To the shores
By Carraig Clíona
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Even the truth is hidden in the public domain:

Because It, 'The Truth',  had to be put somewhere -
'It' could not be hidden.
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Having arrived at this time
Today you became sixteen
Your the Princess! , feeling Cinderella:
Because your Mother
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Santa came early last Christmas
In the form of a beautiful Princess
Tall northern pine trees in a wind swept snow breeze
An image - thereon each booth.
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