Kieran John J McGuigan Poems

So may you fly from here my songs.
Wherever seek your places I shan't reach
Go to sail beyond these shores
And raise on seas of music;
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Whilst she posed, prettifying melancholia
the rest were wearing it alternately;
lost wayfaring days ‘midst lapsing degradation.
Her sphinx-like enigmas,
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I
Silk yarn of stone entangled by remembrance
Your beauty swept me London's streets in shy romance.
Afraid I feared my words might trouble your serenity;
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From Chaucer's ‘Against Women Unconstant'

Lo! in her obsessiveness
Many a man has lost his grace.
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I
Rise above, sing again, sweet Nightingale
With Whistling wings through forests assail.
Unbeknown, go, fly alone, cantillate desires
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When fingertips grip with grief's amusing
And sorrow sweep the mind oppressed
Let music play my Cypress singing
To speed new sounds of chorded quest.
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Joyous is life whilst summertime lasts.
Green the trees alive with Skylark song.
Aye, but nearer blows the winds that blast
And summons the tempest strong.
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When the Nightingale sings
in fields alive near woodlands green
grows the leaves & trees as meadows spring
in April comes relief.
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You skinny cuck of meagre roses,
Come suffuse the air with fragrant music.
Sing us out of this cave of shadows.
Speak of Pyrraph
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‘Of her there bred,
A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed'
E.Spenser
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