Geoff Warden Poems

My Lordship..
how hath thine holy raines
take'n charge of thee
an' hath deliver'd of thee
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Upon crest of morning she came
and her deliverance
she had sent for my release
A heartwarming lass..virgin white
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And if faith be of things unseen
Why then thy continual search
As in continuance of heart
Shalt there not be definite
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Take of me
All that is
until eternity
hath passed
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I wonder what she thinks right now,
As she sits in the shadows alone,
She has touched a deeper part of me,
A part that is yet unshown.
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The snow has fallen upon this soul,
the warming touch of her soft hand,
the burning hunger, mournful desire,
rekindled flame, fanned fire
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Table width seperation,
The sassy voice, all fire an' brimstone,
The innate entanglement of leather n' lace,
The cocky catialion, multi-colour tare,
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'Tis the day of your celebration,
wenst we all shalt sing yee praise,
stance among the thousandths,
I shalt voice the rant of my rave.
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And as the gray sky of November,
comes ashore in this harbour town,
the streets are a bustle with noise,
have surcome to silence abound.
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Oh soul
How thine weeps thy sorrow
Of contemplation of the vast maltitude
Of heart's left in tares of worldly treasure
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