Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

Away in a far off land
Actions for which I am damned
In a hot dusty desert town
Soldiering my life for the Crown
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What a man finds in the;
Angelic
Responsive
Mysterious
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Slowly snails chew
Part of the witches brew
Slithering along slimy trails
Mixed with puppy dog tails
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Just barely a whisper
Perceptively blowing
Wandering the corridors of thought
Mixing all ideas
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Hidden at the rivers curve
Dappled sunshine lancing through
Darting
Playing like sprites in the leaves
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Silently our communications flow
What you do not say I already know
Invisible thoughts flow between
Unspoken, hidden never seen
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Her name was Jeena
She was the office cleaner

Everyday at the break of dawn
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Nomadic thoughts
Confused patterns
Ambiguous in direction
Alcoholisms fuelled stupor
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New the life within
An infant of the dream to come
Too soon
Unwanted but there
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