David Blake Poems

From the sea, the salty breeze to inland meadow goes.
The daffodils and lilies gently sway to and fro. Lost in
the spring day I watch the clouds through youthful eyes
once more. In the trance of youth and love full of peace,
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Like and Irish spring soft and pure her words of truth so easily
came. On all the cold dark winters days she held me, and I
knew that she would not by me forever stay. In the verse that
was her life she lived and loved freely. Dancing with a smile
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Tasting tear drops on your check in my shame
and sorrow I take no delight. Holding on to
memories of happier times my hart never
knew how much it longed for you. At last our
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The soft kisses, the voices, the smoky room and the music
of a jazz filled night. Whispering she smiles and the
preemptions of love fills the air. Tasting feature tears I know
I might be unable to tell her goody. All the pretty colors
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Sweet surrender and bliss, the soft and gentle kiss.
Love so pure youthful and sweet, not yet tainted
with sorry and deceit. In the half light somewhere
between night and day in the place where shadows
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Pretending not to see, I am
surrounded by the ugly lie
that is my reality.
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So very soft and sweet, her tear
drops fail like the gentle rain.
I held her there in loves longing embrace,
and we danced and swayed like
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Lying naked at my feet, weeping weary and weak,
her tear stained cheeks come to me as no surprise.
The tongue of a temptress once filled with lust and desire
now softly whispering her fears.
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Too much wine, sometimes I even believe
the lie that I pretend not live. In my head,
I try to pretend that she is dead. Living
large alone she came and now everything
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