Kieran John J McGuigan Poems

A pretty lady in Pret A Manger
glanced at me through the looking glass.
A window gaze upon her glimpse,
I caught myself in sly reflection
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That adorable woman I glimpsed yesterday
Alone in the fields of Guava.
Ever since my eyes hurt sleepless.
I pray Parvati! Shiva of the Spring
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I will follow you 'til the end of this world.
You who are the keeper of a deeper precious pearl
Alone just for you I will gift my amour
all the passions of my faith.
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Lady please, I pray, my sweetest Ipsitilla
My darling one, my delicate charm
Come rule my restless temperaments
aside me through Siesta
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Way back then,
I left your doorstep in sad goodbyes
Saying, ‘I'll think of you every day'.
So weighed down heavy in Desires
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Who is she appearing out a crowd of passing eyes?
Who springs new vibes with quickening trembled clearness?
Fool am I who contemplates her chances with unlikeliness
That she might walk in out of night to gift her bright surprise.
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Back home again we come returning
To old lost places left behind
From here, I went upon my dreaming;
Now find so long I've wondered blind.
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Before the thought has thought itself.
In the mind of our beholder
An immediate spontaneity,
Encounters vast invasions
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One inseparable entity,
a novelty
of will
entangled upon the elements
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for H.K.

White skeletal webs of a winter leaf,
hid sketched beneath her shawl,
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