john (called jack) wren Poems

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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Hungers imprint clasped the air
Tighter than a clip grips hair, as
Cool air was breathed in and wrung
Passing sweetness to its tongue.
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Conceived deep in the bowels of the earth
This hideous foetus escaped an abort
And now stands towering over all around
Born to rule everything, even thought,
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Is it divinity your efforts seek?
Or a greater sensibility of space?
Or God's kiss upon your cheek?
Or even His warm embrace? .
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Unsociable, is the word that comes to mind,
Or quarrelsome, aggressive and resigned,
To live a life of isolation
Among decaying vegetation.
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Ladies cringe whenever I bloom
in envy of my heavenly perfume
that yields a finer sense of smell
greater than the expensive Chanel
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