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Graham Jones Poems
SUCH IS THE PASSION
Such is the passion the want of desire To burn in the heart with fingers of fire Wet lashes wrapped up, in a sweet velvet rose To follow your heart where ever it goes
Colour Me Blind.
Colour me blind in a world that is asphalt Where sensations are blurred, emotions not felt Damnation is welcomed with wide-open arms And pity is shunned, like skeletal charms
An Epitaph To A Broken Heart.
Take heed a tortured heart to heal Scarred and bruised like orange peel Worn, now empty cast aside Like so much flotsam on the tide
In back streets dark, cold and wet Forgotten figures in corners slept Ragged figures of human debris Regrets and rats for company
He Stands Alone.
He stands alone now etched by time As though was meant to be His frame all bent and twisted For all who pass to see
A Ballet in White.
Evergreen leaves over glades of white In harmony with winters spite Now hang their heads with maidens dew With all their glory showing through
Once again God claps his hands And the world reacts in kind To natures fury, in all its wrath To devastate mankind
Blood Of The Innocents.
Grey days and the blackest of nights Revealed by the dawn, the most terrible sights Confusion runs wild, amid ruins and smoke Pursued by emotions of anger and hope
A Small Grey mouse.
I feel I am a small grey mouse Upon the forest floor I thread my way from here and there In search of something more
Another dawn, another day And so I cope as best they say To try and find that zest for life Now filled with turmoil, confusion, strife
A Child Of The Future.
In the hustle and bustle of modern day living A place full of greed and much less forgiving In back streets and alley's, in dust and decay A new breed of child reaches out for the day
Fear Of The Unknown.
I come now from those foreign places Unknown to those with hidden faces Bedecked and different, for them to leer As one unknown, something to fear
BLEND ME A COLOUR.
Blend me a colour a mixture of hue's Sweeten my sorrow With rhythm and blues
Pavements of time.
I walk this concrete jungle On pavements, paved and cracked So many also passed this way leaving hidden unseen tracks
Comments about Graham Jones
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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SUCH IS THE PASSION
Such is the passion the want of desire
To burn in the heart with fingers of fire
Wet lashes wrapped up, in a sweet velvet rose
To follow your heart where ever it goes
Such is the passion the heart strings to pull
That the cup runneth over, with emotions so full
To send you to heaven, the stars and above
To make senses reel in the sweet dance of love
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Infuses ones mind and the dreams in the role
Of a lovers sweet kisses, to imprint its mark
Of secret assignations alone in the dark
Such is the passion ...