MacGregor Tagliaferro Poems

I must let my poems ride their luck
On the back of the ardent breath
Of a lovely, fervent woman
Must let them soar across the sky
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So much has been said
So little has been said
So much remains to be said
Or does it
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To cling to another, the one
To keep each other warm
To pour yourself into someone, the one
There can be no greater need, nor want
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Sylvia Plath said; 'I will be
the very best me that I
always want to be with you.'
That says it all about love, right?
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You were cold, I gave you warmth
You were anxious, I held your hand
And you allowed me, to hold you
Close to my heart and I did you no harm
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I write this...

Because the voice inside me
Will not be still
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Come, songwriters, present your best,
And earn a lovely woman's praise;
You singers come, let your voices
Be heard and used well to serve her:
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All I can do is try to keep myself
somewhere between the bar ditches
and my far flung wishes.
Somewhere between all alone and you.
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Without you,

These feelins persist,
These persistent feelins,
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I learned this; it goes on
This irresistable desire
Why was love denied to me
Beauty stood on my path
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