Ray Sinclair

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On grassy banks young lovers lay,
by sparkling waters, giggling children play.
Sumptuous food, wine to share,
good company, not a troubled care.
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2.

I am realm of everything.
You cannot contain me,
for I am no thing,
neither a he or a she.
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Have you ever stopped and wondered why,
you love to gaze at a starlit sky?
Have you ever sat and watched an ocean blue,
why is this sight and sound blissful to you?
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The Clearance Diver
Boy of sixteen waits for the train,
trying to be brave it's only in vain.
Nervous inside he try's to be still,
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I lie in bed, my minds a race
the day's passed by at such a pace.
Stillness …how I long to be
to put an end to this constant me.
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Who are you?
I am the laughter and joy of babies born.
I am the deep seated pain of a heart that's torn.
I am the soft touch of lips upon a cheek.
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That day I died was no special day, just a day
Nevertheless, there I lay.
I wasn't young, I wasn't old,
quick death, loved ones told.
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In the halls of eternity echoes universal sound,
the beginning of all that ever was, ever is, will be found.
Always evolving, still the same,
start of time, end of game.
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By what name shall I call you?
The emerald green of grass,
You are also the sky, crystal blue
a life that's come to pass.
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I hear you breathe, I know you're there.
Velvet nights, dark raven hair.
I feel your touch, hand in mine.
Velvet nights, feminine divine.
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This life of promise, pain and hurt,
Spring shoots break through crusted dirt.
Youth long faded, old bones that ache,
labels you thought mattered, only fake.
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Walls of stone, ever creeping vines will climb,
Hidden door, locked ten years in time.
Young girl from India, alone is she,
Little red robin, shows her the key.
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Dark torment, such a long night,
scared, alone, mind consumed with fright.
Barely sixteen, the age of me,
curled up, tenuous hold on sanity.
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14.

Upon the rising of dawns golden lances,
beneath the dark, murky waters, a flower dances.
In the midst of this still, muddy lake,
magnificent bloom will emerge, for beauty's sake.
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Framed, alone, white vast space —
I first saw you
heard you scream.
On a wooden bridge, forever trapped
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Guard your heart, but not to well,
some you meet have lies to tell.
Will take you to a place of love,
crush your heart with armoured glove.
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Death will come, in finite hour, you cannot stay,
Frail, old and lonely in your bed you lay,
An iron caged heart, struggles to beat beneath your breast,
Are you disillusioned with life, was it a struggle, an endless quest?
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Ropes cast off, she's slipped from berth,
D118 Royal Navy Destroyer sails alert.
Loved ones emotional remain on the dock,
it's time to worry, taunts ticking clock.
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On good day, you make it greater,
on lonely nights, your a comfort to hold,
you wait for me, though it gets later and later,
and always, well, nearly do as your told.
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20.

Amongst the cacophony of sound so loud,
white droning silence, trapped in a shroud.
In the time you blink a transfixed eye,
mind moves swift, laugh or cry.
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Ray Sinclair Biography

Ray has recently (2021) graduated from Queensland University of Technology with a double major Bachelor of Journalism and second major professional and creative writing served as an elite special forces clearance diver in her majesty's Royal Navy, serving in both the Northern Ireland conflict and the Falklands war, where he was part of the deep diving saturation team to, recover N.A.T.O top secret data files and sensitive material from the wreck of HMS Coventry. Awarded campaigns medals for both. Having studied for 20 years at the international School of philosophy, Ray found his nature for more creative pursuits, he is now a professional actor having played principle roles in feature films, short films, music video and television, poetry is a direct result of having studied the philosophy of unity. May the readers of his poetry find unity in his work.)

The Best Poem Of Ray Sinclair

Whispering Creek.

On grassy banks young lovers lay,
by sparkling waters, giggling children play.
Sumptuous food, wine to share,
good company, not a troubled care.

Comforting sun lights the hour,
patterned shade beneath the bower.
Ephemeral, time begun to cease,
whispering creek, blissfull peace.

Chorus of Kookaburras sing on cue,
orange, gold pallette, sky filtered hue.
One final hop on stepping stones,
last lingering kiss, time for home.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 29/05/17
© May 2017 Ray Sinclair

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