james watkin Poems

Throwing up near distance
Of neighbourhood, the limit
For the degree of our
Dislike of it!
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Earth shakes; only is it
A disaster called
When that for town, hushed, is
Stood back from, appalled.
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All that's sought after in a Day's face
Relieves, in its brightening
Unpleasantness of this:
What for sullen darks, to hide behind
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Soaking up the sights, the smells
A drizzly Autumn day
Stepping through. Unheard thereafter
For myself, to answer:
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We glowed with a life.
Unspoiled by which love
Those fireballs of kissing's
With shy shrieking, dodged.
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Of this great swelling, Love's rarefied
Feeling nature o'ermasters
Does self lose its everyday bearings;
In focusing on others.
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World-peace, and the age-long fight
Decisive to win it
No hearts for God fought and won as
O'ercome of His spirit.
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Sullen-inclined, ere these shades
Do gain on us
And a day of high spirits
Is descending
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Sun flickered; no more demonstrably
Blown of one silk thread o'er
The whole of his wing'ed motion
Cocoon-spun did as shudder.
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This, life? For a heart, besides
Of no joy-pulse beats!
You're not its child-lover. Nor
Who swoons for love's heats!
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