Generally writing poetry is a pleasant task,
Provided I get the words for which I ask,
From HIM who supplies them to my Mind,
With the hope that they’ll educate Mankind.
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Life is full of Memories
Of Events good, and bad, and more,
Which Birthdays and Anniversaries
Bring forever to the fore.
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I wish to hold you near me,
To get to know you Dear,
To put my arms around you,
To feel your heart beat, Dear.
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We make our plans,
We do our deeds,
As we try onwards to succeed,
To live our Lives,
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In trepidation I would go,
Into your room, I’d walk real slow,
For at your Convention there would be,
Many Poets there to see,
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Your body soft and warm and tender,
Vibrant in my bed tonight,
Wanting, lusting, waiting, fonder,
Will you be there every night?
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When Cupid leads me to your door,
Will you let me in?
Agree to meet me, to make sure
That we are meant to be.
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HIS tumultuous Thoughts HE sends to me,
To write them down,
To communicate to thee.
The source of my words are HIS alone,
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Dedicated to The Eye Unit at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, U.K.
I had two hours sleep,
And two hours more,
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Those frenzied ramblings of the Mind,
Keep me from sleep, they’re so unkind.
My addled brain with thoughts explores,
Why does it wander more and more?
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