Robert Mutsaers Poems

Safe and free from the hurls of love's weather,
Its Myra that brings hope to our sailor's Heather.

For the sailor we treasure Myra,
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This possible world,
Traveling through people,
Traveling with common sense and strife,
Fences history... it's where I feel alive.
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Its tendency that urges us to believe,
That a moment of truth is there,
To relieve and succumb to necessity and adhere?
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Pregnant with an early notice,
I hereby let you know,
I'll do anything you say...
With my legend, myth or the shyly lotus,
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With my dire heart in pursuit,
And all the people I care about,
I dig the soils of the mindful route,
Trying to get us safely home.
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Twisted with a string,
Of loneliness and the mother of,
My refuge and yours to count,
Reverse with a multiplicity or scoff.
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I was born to believe,
My aggrieve in your fear to be torn,
To scorn and loath old frenzy me ashore,
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'Beauty does not come at last, beauty lasts to come first'

'Pleasure is not experienced in 'where it is coming from', it is lived through 'what is it? '
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Aye, we lived it for sure and in every season;
Love has finally risen and there's no award.
If my emotions could only reason;
It should free us from this court.
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And then if I were the fog,
When, nobody asks me to obey,
For anybody bereaves the day
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