Mervyn Graham

Mervyn Graham Poems

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If yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is but a dream
That makes today our reality
But things are never what they seem

The world gasped as it witnessed
That evil act of terror and destruction
All eyes wide in horror and disbelief
Our minds racing, hearts feeling your pain

Love's Call

When love calls you.. follow
Even when her ways are hard.. open

Our time together was so special
Our time has been so cool
From different walks of life
With contrasting paths to tread

I remember an angel
She cried in my sleep one night
Her Voice was all broken
Her spirit was in flight

In fields of gold, where winds doth blow,
Stands a scarecrow, with head held low.
His frame of straw, his eyes of glass,
Guarding crops as seasons pass.

If yesterday fades like whispers lost in time's tide,
And tomorrow dances in dreams, where hopes abide,
Then today, this our fleeting moment, is our guide,
We within its grasp, illusions often hide.

In Tayport's tender embrace,
Where waves hug the rugged shore,
Lies a secret held by time's grace,
A child unnamed, forevermore.

In the heart of concrete jungles, where chaos reigns supreme,
There's a spirit that thrives on rebellion, it's more than just a dream.
It's the pulse of the outcasts, the voice of the unheard,
A symphony of defiance, in every spoken word.

In a land of giggles, far away,
Where laughter blooms both night and day,
There lived a cat who loved to dance,
With fancy moves and flair, by chance.

From me to You, a heartfelt plea,
Please Please Me, hear my decree.
Like This Boy in a Hard Day's Night,
I feel Fine when you're in sight.

On Scotland's streets of the 60's, tales spun,
With hopscotch, peevers, under the sun.
Marbles clacked, elastic bands flew,
Childhood dreams in the morning dew.

Amidst my world of queries amassed,
'Who gave me sisters? ' a tale unsurpassed.
Through trials and triumphs, they stayed steadfast,
A bond unbroken, destined to last.

My hurt, my pain, my suffering
All brought to the fore
Fears, so long hidden from view
Tears, once so long dried up

Through subways tunnels deep, where echoes play,
Boji the dog embarks on his daily way
Rush hour madness, a bustling affray,
Each journey marks the break of day.

As I strolled in solitude, as if on a cloud adrift,
Above the valleys, o'er each hill's uplift,
When lo! a sight did make my spirit thrill,
A multitude of daffodils, golden, not still,

In the chambers of thought, where mysteries hide,
Where dreams take flight and fears abide,
There lies a realm, both vast and deep,
A kingdom of mind, where dark secrets keep.

In the lowland breeze, where hills embrace,
Roamed the Kilted Carpenter, with timeless grace.
From sturdy oaks and pines, his craft unfurled,
In a world where hands shaped the very world.

In the realm of verse, where words do soar,
Exists a truth, unswayed by lore.
It whispers soft, through poet's quill,
A timeless echo, haunting still.

Mervyn Graham Biography

While Mervyn Graham's primary passion lies within the realm of woodworking, his appreciation for poetry runs deep, offering him a unique perspective on life and the world around him. Despite his mastery of carpentry and joinery, Mervyn finds solace and inspiration in the written word, often turning to poetry as a means of reflection and introspection. For Mervyn, poetry serves as a window into the human experience, allowing him to explore emotions, thoughts, and ideas in a way that transcends the constraints of language. He sees poetry as a form of expression that speaks directly to the soul, offering profound insights and stirring the imagination. Drawing from his Scottish roots and his experiences in Canada, Mervyn's love for poetry is influenced by the rich literary traditions of both cultures. He finds beauty in the simplicity of a well-crafted verse and marvels at the power of words to evoke emotions and evoke memories. In his spare time, Mervyn enjoys reading poetry from a diverse range of poets, finding inspiration in the works of Robert Burns, Walt Whitman, Kahlil Gibran, Emily Dickinson, and many others. He believes that poetry has the ability to connect people across time and space, bridging gaps and fostering a sense of empathy and understanding. While Mervyn may not consider himself a poet in the traditional sense, his appreciation for poetry infuses his life with depth and meaning, enriching his journey as a craftsman and as a human being. Through his love for both woodworking and poetry, Mervyn Graham embodies a harmony of creativity and contemplation, leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to encounter his work and his words.)

The Best Poem Of Mervyn Graham

The First Kiss

Warning... it's contains just a little 'adult' content.

The kiss had almost a tentative feel
As if the gossamer wings of a butterfly
Silently had just brushed past
Nothing stirred

Except for the small flames
That licked at them both
Fanned only by their own sighs
Whispers within her saying, can I do this

The small delicate hairs on the back of her neck
Stood like soldiers, tickling but not uncomfortable
The stubble of his unshaven face was felt beneath her fingers, sensitive, alive

So long she had waited for this,
At times the longing was almost unbearable.
Compelled to return to the present,
She wanted to memorize every detail.

The very slight fragrance of his cologne
the silky texture of his hair
the 'outdoorsy' scent of his skin.
She pressed against his body

What she thought long dormant
Once again stirred to life
She concentrated once again on the things
She wished never to forget.

As his arms enveloped her
She offered no resistance
Pulled closer into his embrace
Tentatively, the tip of his tongue found hers

For one-second she felt alarm
But, quickly it was extinguished
Replaced with total surrender
Oblivious to all around her

Drawn into the sanctuary of his arms
Through a deep fog she recognized
The power in his muscles
As sinews started to show

His arms pulled her ever yet closer
The hardness of his body catapulted her deep
Deep into an engulfing inferno
Which she wished never to escape

Leaning into him
She sank ever lower
Into the flames
That licked at her body

Forgotten was the uncertainty
The shyness
In their place
Remained unbridled passion

Lower she sank into his kiss
Her tongue reaching for his
Doing battle
But yet giving

Her arms entwined about his neck
Her breath coming in shorter gasps
Lips upon lips
His hands traveled slowly down her back

With a soft moan
Placing his hands upon her rump
He drew her against him
She felt his hardness

His manhood
Pressed against her belly
she wanted him

Lost in the wetness of his tongue
And the sweetness of his lips
She returned his fervour

A melting pot of emotions
Played one against the other
Her nipples hardened
Under her silk gown

Her womanhood
Now throbbing with wanton lust
His mouth seared hers
Time eluding as their bodies fused

They breathed as one entity,
Both receiving, both giving.
Deeper into the spiral of love they dove.
Both knew, that never again, would they experience

'That First Kiss'

By Mervyn Graham

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