Fay Slimm

Rookie - 17 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Fay Slimm Poems

121. Child Of God. 12/13/2009
122. Child's E-Mail To God. 8/25/2008
123. Choosing Love's Voice. 3/6/2009
124. Christmas Eve Downtown 12/24/2009
125. Christmas Reunions 12/26/2008
126. Claiming Our Due. 8/1/2009
127. Climbing Godolphin. 3/2/2009
128. Close Encounters. 6/16/2009
129. Closing My Year. - 08 12/31/2008
130. Closing Ranks 8/21/2008
131. Cloudburst. 12/26/2009
132. Cold Wait. 8/6/2009
133. Collision Of Love. 2/3/2009
134. Colour Me Love. 12/15/2008
135. Colour Of Hope. 6/15/2009
136. Colourful Love. 12/9/2008
137. Colours Of Life 1/3/2010
138. Colours Of War. 1/28/2010
139. Come Nightime. 11/4/2009
140. Come. 6/30/2012
141. Comely Invitation. 12/2/2009
142. Comfort Of Stillness. 6/26/2009
143. Coming Home. 7/27/2009
144. Compliance. 12/20/2009
145. Creating Dilemma 9/24/2009
146. Crisis Of Concience. 11/20/2008
147. Crying Wolf. 5/29/2009
148. Cultivate Me. 7/14/2009
149. Cupboard Love. 9/10/2008
150. Cutting Colours Free 2/13/2010
151. Cyberlove Who? 10/26/2008
152. Dare We Forget? 9/9/2008
153. Dawning Of Lovelight. 4/16/2009
154. December's End. 12/21/2009
155. Deeper Than Deep. 7/20/2009
156. De-Forest-Ation. 3/14/2009
157. Defying The Devil. 11/7/2008
158. Deliciously Different. 12/8/2008
159. Deprived. 7/24/2009
160. Depth Charges. 10/15/2009
Best Poem of Fay Slimm

A Pure Love.

As the snowdropp sea of glistening white
Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing
Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty
Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
It's every head of gleam shyly downward
In a modest pose, but lift each face and
Look at love so pure it takes us forward
In accepting states of grace that random
Fate never planned, but rather Godly love
Created. They glow with light, and scented
Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above
This ocean of delight hangs, relentless,
January sky which now threatens rain.
Pure love is snowdropp white ...

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Placid Sunday Morn.

Lying amid grass of perfumed green,
Cushioned with sun and calm of early morn,
From verdant lanes echo aloft the sound of the bell
Bidding me attend it s evocative toll

What solitary same sound has winged in byegone days
And fetched the faithful, young and old, to morning dues
It s sad and mournful clang, it s long and lonely call
Evokes a realm of pastness gone now and yet

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