james watkin Poems

Life, like some grandly
And glorious
Opened up vista
Of rare appeal;
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Ah! For to breathe easy again.
Wholly expressive
And unencumbered, in one's
Own truth for to live.
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Bough-swung, all I sight
For bird-flustered tree;
Dark, if not bedevilled yond
For what's felt, moody.
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Does he serve, unawares
The all-knowing God
With hands and feet, round the hours
Up Day's hill that plod.
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Leave it to its ruling passion
World, reposeless; ever
Tossing each in its woe-filled strife
No good sense would abide
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Before what, in attitude or mood
To this world, integral
Violent if vile compelled us step out
Of life in the natural
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With angel, star, high
Affixed to it
German forest tree
Fairytale lit
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What Tomorrow entrusts Today with
Hinted at, looking back
Happy and fulfilled
Is what as sacred in a treasures'
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