Graham Jones


Graham Jones Poems

1. Sadness. 1/24/2006
2. Quid Pro Quo. 1/24/2006
3. The World We Live In. 1/25/2006
4. Peace On Earth. 1/25/2006
5. My Bridge Of Sighs. 1/26/2006
6. Tears In Time. 1/27/2006
7. Sadness 1/31/2006
8. Secrets. 2/3/2006
9. Small Boats Adrift. 3/25/2006
10. A Time To Act. 3/28/2006
11. Bullets And Bombs. 3/28/2006
12. Food For Thought. 3/28/2006
13. I See You Looking. 3/29/2006
14. Breakfast Time 3/29/2006
15. The Stress And The Strife. 3/30/2006
16. Springs Rebirth. 4/12/2006
17. Chained. 4/13/2006
18. The Darkest Hour. 4/14/2006
19. The Final Curtain. 4/19/2006
20. Raven Black. 4/19/2006
21. Passing Through. 4/20/2006
22. Or Am I? 4/13/2006
23. Heartbeat. 4/20/2006
24. Who Am I? 4/21/2006
25. Bottled Out. 4/23/2006
26. The Downs. 4/24/2006
27. Dark Shadows. 2/7/2006
28. Waifs And Strays. 2/7/2006
29. Fields Of Red. 2/16/2006
30. Threads 2/21/2006
31. A Slice Of Natures Best. 2/22/2006
32. In Search Of Refuge. 2/22/2006
33. Streets Of Sadness. 2/23/2006
34. Day Of The Gun. 3/23/2006
35. Let Us Remember. 3/24/2006
36. A Soliary Scream. 3/24/2006
37. Blood And Sand. 3/24/2006
38. Lost In Limbo. 3/24/2006
39. Hold Me Close. 3/24/2006
40. Tranquility. 6/16/2006
Best Poem of Graham Jones

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 ...

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The Forest Heath.

While walking round the forest heath
The night began to fall
The temperature did likewise drop
An owl began to call

Too whit, too woo, Too whit, too woo
It came both loud and clear
To echo across the barren heath
Where rodents paused in fear

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