Peter Vealey

Freshman - 624 Points [STILLMAN.] (16th March 1952. / Hertfordshire)

Peter Vealey Poems

1. Befores 8/13/2007
2. Today? 11/26/2007
3. Black Leaves. 1/24/2008
4. 'Halcyon Days'. 6/2/2008
5. Friday's Dues. 11/10/2008
6. Thrust The Slack. 11/21/2008
7. Attention Turning. 11/25/2008
8. Sobering Thoughts. 12/8/2008
9. Sentimental Amnesty(A Dream) . 1/12/2009
10. Repose. 3/10/2009
11. Protrusions And Orifices. 9/25/2009
12. Dry. 10/5/2009
13. Border Years. 11/20/2009
14. Observations Part 1. 1/18/2010
15. Delusion Of Time. 3/29/2010
16. Ragged And Wise. 5/25/2011
17. Observations On Winter. 3/20/2016
18. Precious Petals. 3/20/2016
19. Rural Tales Of Hippy Oblivion. 3/21/2016
20. I'm Anonymous 3/27/2016
21. Peter Pan 3/27/2016
22. The Language Of Disassociation 3/28/2016
23. The Embodiment Of Wrong 3/28/2016
24. The Changeover. 3/28/2016
25. The Worthless Vanity Of War 3/29/2016
26. Where This Started. 3/29/2016
27. Be Nuclear 3/29/2016
28. Stop The Ego. 3/29/2016
29. On Death. 4/3/2016
30. My Child 4/3/2016
31. Loving. 11/15/2016
32. Convenient Decay. 11/18/2016
33. The Changing Of The Guard. 11/18/2016
34. On Death (Part 2) . 11/18/2016
35. I`m On The Slowest Train In The West. 11/18/2016
36. How Cool The Amber Of The Day. 11/2/2012
37. Rare Meat. 11/16/2012
38. I Saw The Leaves. 11/27/2012
39. Seashells. 5/19/2015
40. Silence. 5/19/2015
Best Poem of Peter Vealey

Winter Jig.

There`s a low winters` moon
Just above the tree line.
There`s a low winters` moon
Just over the horizon.
It`s maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` here again.
Looks so pure n` beautiful.
Snow over fields and
Dark days.
There`s a low winter moon
And its`just above the sea.
It maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` stark n`
Freezing.
And all we do is look out and
Say is
What a beautiful day,
To be inside.
There`s a low winters` moon
And it looks like sheer beauty.

Read the full of Winter Jig.

Black Leaves.

Picking off the black leaves.
The debris i do not need
Still the daily routine,
Chastens in the eves.
Amonst the black leaves,
You never saw all i could be
Shut your eyes.
Laying down on the wild sleeve
Of my heart.

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