Gillian.E. Shaw Poems

This for those who care to listen
while others lie in wait
there is news well worth the hearin'
it's said as fixed as fate.
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For truth is sadly not a game
though some may try to shape it
and honest hearts remain the same
thus truth is sadly not a game
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Across a mind in dream a form
hovered as white diamond light
bedazzled by the entity;
belief and trust and loyalty.
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One day my Nanna said to me
she'd seen an angel in a tree
determined I to see it too
but wasn't quite sure what to do.
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Driven on by the economic whip
hurried down from the glen
assuredly ignorant, unread men:
spirited, canny and swift.
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Heart sorrow soak
sense of loss; broke
beauty sleep on!
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The place I love is gone
it has been bled dry

and my race
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This was the year
of 'martini',
of 'pate brisée'
yellow roses
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As a highland waterfall
fell, cascading clean and pure
he hurtled out of the glen
lone rider; without his men.
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He left to watch his father die
and accusations flew
like poison barbs; brawn from on high
knaves dishonor and defame
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