Alone in a stately mansion
With all the trappings of wealth
A king resides here
Within his gilded cage
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To love and a wedding
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I share in the joy of my friends
While the air is filled with songs
...
what tender beauty lays before me
I call her my English rose
lips red like petals and as soft
earthen eyes I could sink into
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It is in dreams and dreams alone
where I find the love of verse flowing
where a kiss sings a chorous
where a passion becomes known
...
Forget the nine till five
This modern working life
Calls on all hours of the day
And every day of the week
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Time has gotten away from me my dear
The years have slipped away from my notice
Age has crept upon my body and pounced
Tired, weathered and full of experience
...
Type, write, place
Words upon the page in verse
Pour out a poem
From the soul, echo
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There's not much to them
These winter skies
A strike of white breaks
Across the softened grey
...
It was in the late February
Or the early March I recall
Sitting perched on my windowsill
In the early hours nursing a coffee
...
You can spend a week or a month
Writing and rewriting, editing
Working through lines with a fine pen
Work and rework the ink over and over
...
What is this about
A force within many of us
Creating and denying sleep
The painter, musician, writer
...
Don't be elevator music
A background noise to life
Something heard but not listened to
Something that's there but never noticed
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Sometimes I like to try
Curl into a bottle and hide
From those thoughts about me
Those thoughts which haunt
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Loneliness is like an old friend
always there in the sleepless night
the distraction throughout the day
the over familiar and unwanted guest
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The ocean stole the beaches memories
washed away the footprints and castles of children
beneath the full moon each wave came
rose up and down the beach
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Born in 1978 and raised in the small town of Winsford in the northwest of England. Writing poetry since 1996 and forever developing a stlye of writing which suits the self. Inspired by music, film and life. What is more than can be said as I write of myself, A lover of poetry who lives to write, Awake in late hour of night, Dreaming of a love to which I shall forever recite. Favourite poets include. John Keats, Percy Bysche Shelly, Lord Byron, Anne Sexton, Slyvia plath I can be found on Facebook... Matthew Holloway, Winsford)
A Kings Wealth
Alone in a stately mansion
With all the trappings of wealth
A king resides here
Within his gilded cage
The empty halls, ghost filled
Where shadows whisper
There are none here
None to keep comfort
None to love
The fire in the hearth
Cackles and spits
Breaking the silence
Which otherwise holds all
The king
For all his possessions
The palatial residence
The antiques and paintings
The cars and jewellery
Is the poorest of all
For this home of grander
Is a prison of his nature
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A beautiful heart lies within your poems - peace and happiness to you