Although I’m fond of poetry.I find
the modern free form style lacks appeal for me.
I prefer disciplined formality
because I think it clarifies my mind
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Ideas are swarming in my brain.
Each demanding to be heard
insisting time and time again
it is their turn.It’s quite absurd.
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Do you know who you are? Do you?
perhaps you only think you do.
Can you accept that just maybe
you could have faults you cannot see.
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Breezes soft as an angels kiss
caress the sleeping maiden’s hair.
Whilst she is lost in dreams of bliss.
Reality cannot compare
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I awaken-- in the soft darkness.
Alone-- but yet not lonely,
Your place --beside me in our bed
Is filled-- with memories of you
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The peacock parades exquisitely.
Displays the glory of his tail,
the hens ignore him easily.
This bold display was bound to fail
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Although society expects
that old folk should live quietly.
I don’t accept foolish precepts
I cannot possibly agree
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The trees bedecked with blossom now.
Some clad in pink and some in white.
Contestants in the beauty show
which spring provides for our delight
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On cold grey days, a piper plays
his pibroch on the battlements.
Clad in the garb of bygone days.
He proudly plays his clans lament.
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