H E Alexander Poems

From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
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We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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You cannot see, you cannot go,
to where I hide, where only I know.
You cannot touch, you cannot feel,
but it is there, it is true, it is real.
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Why do you shout?
Why talk to me as if I were but a young child?
If only you knew what my young life was about
you'd see a person, not just a man: old, erstwhile.
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"But please sir, really there's no Holy Trinity,
it makes me doubt God's true divinity."
"Now lad, I know it's hard to comprehend,
but it's all about faith and hope in the end:
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I relinquished my hold and was taken from within this sleeping flesh,
despite my feeble protestations, which nobody had heard.
I tried with all my fading consciousness to force open my eyes,
but the face of my known reality became ever faint and blurred.
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There once was a fat lady named Daisy,
Whose gardening was particularly lazy,
Until one day for a laugh,
She danced nude on her path,
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Shimmering shadows dance in the guise
of coruscant stars within a blue tinged fire;
so deep the hue, as her lustrous eyes,
from whence first took root my lustful desire
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Not seen nor touched,
yet so vast a stimulus
to our lives.
So deeply felt,
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I wander alone in this darkened room,
though I do not move, my mind ambles from beginning to end
of all the years spent in the partnership of love that once was
my whole life and meaning. My dreams now tend
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