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John Staveley Poems
When you've opened your card from hallmark, And eaten your breakfast in bed, When you've shared out the last of the chocolates And all the roses are dead,
Somewhere in my past
Somewhere in my past I spoke to horses And listened to them argue about god, I walked with them and ran though their grasses.
The Pastry Maker
The pastry maker’s hands are strong. Because he understands his art He knows his strength cannot dictate The shape the rising choux will take.
This mark states simply “Here is now”. It settles in each passing age, Reminds us “We have come this far”; It even indicates our page.
When he was tired of building new defence For princes who would never understand, Da Vinci sat and watched the sea grow old. His heart could not remember what to hold.
What shall I wear to speak of my dad’s life? A new grey suit, a tie and boots that pinch. What can we learn about the man who’s left, Besides his thoughts and deeds and everything?
Comments about John Staveley
(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)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
When you've opened your card from hallmark,
And eaten your breakfast in bed,
When you've shared out the last of the chocolates
And all the roses are dead,
When the stars in the heavens are lost to our sight
And the churches have washed away,
You will still own my heart completely
And today will be Valentine's Day.
For our love is not made out of paper
Nor cocoa, nor petals, nor light.
Our love is composed of an infinite force
Which occurs when I hold you tight.
That love will outlast any doctrine
Any hymns or letters or psalms.