SPC Kellaway Poems

Born within a liberal society, a child of his age
he seeks his place amongst the surge of humanity
his many steps, both confident and uncertain, feed his doubts,
striving to hide his essence in a multitude of living tastes
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Wild days
Quiet peaceful ‘me’ days
Family happy together days
Sad desperate gloomy days
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James finds his way through dark icy roads
Deep in his thoughts of long lost happiness
Two years on the streets, his birthday approaches
Soon to be fifteen on a lonely Christmas Day
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I see my tainted history, lest we forget
what ails this troubled mind. In jest I
sing my garbled tales of lost tomorrows
and step too far across the precipice of fate.
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A bright summer morning greets me with a shower of light
I watch you sleeping, breathing softly, lost in your dreams
I long to capture the moment in a locket close to my heart
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He wears his heart upon his tunic sleeve
His buttons gleaming gold and bright
But in his eyes you see the ache
The need to prove his worth
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Take the west road over
the glittering green hills of your youth

Add the blue azure morning sky
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How will you remember me? How will you recall my life?

Think of me at 22; impossibly handsome and in full flow
Tearing at life as a bloodhound at a fresh new scent
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She was all I could see….

A vision of beauty
Born of a realism
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Eternal waves shimmering away to the hills
Born of a different world, perfect in light and depth
Green suave of ageless symmetry on flanking guard
A myriad of tales lost in the emergence of time
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