Graham Jones Poems

Blend me a colour
a mixture of hue's
Sweeten my sorrow
With rhythm and blues
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Fear haunts the eyes, of the terrified young
Slaughter replacing, days once filled with fun
Streets full of laughter, now places of dread
Market squares littered, with the dying and dead
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I feel I may have lived before
Several hundred years ago
I see myself in peasants garb
In my hand there is a bow
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Freedom is the gift from God
And the right of all mankind
Yet from birth the fetters form
If not real then in the mind
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The greatest thief of life is time
Of children, home the wife thats mine
Yet nature brings to those so few
That which we love is also due
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Today I saw a Hedgehog
A funny looking thing
He crept across the lawn outside
As I sat watching him
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The greatest love I've ever known
Was snatched away by fate
It left me with dark shadows
Also bitterness and hate
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Is there depth in absolution?
From that which isn't mine
Is there freedom for the victim?
From the guilt that masks the crime
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The daffodils now show their heads
Above the soft brown earth
Their yellow wing like petals
Show the glory of their worth
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I stared into the mirror
And he gazed right back at me
I looked into those deep blue eyes
Afraid of what I'd see
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