Patrick Fealy

I love the fallen branches
bereft upon the ground
Just so we'd be grafted on
to the tree of life they found
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Gordon lightfoot
Silver wings of summer
Lift the minstrel high
Carry him to paradise
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My love
Her heart is like a forest
where all my thoughts abide
Resting in the shadows where lonely lovers used to hide
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I did forget but I'll confess
those nights that brought me lifelessness
Each lost embrace, each tepid kiss
that failed to fill her soul with bliss
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He took the air at Acre's walls this nameless knight in black
to face the foe beyond his shield with lance and sword and ax
and offer to the King of Kings His troth before the field
by gallant act of Chivalry Jerusalem would Yield
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Mother of the infant man born of man's decay
Truth and wisdom all in one where angels must obey
Sun and stars and moon below a child upon her knee
Human glory long foretold where fallen angels flee
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Lisette

My soul is made more perfect now in absence and regret
And like the heart of friendship that's perfected in neglects
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I never knew how joy could bring
to life such wonders rare
until I saw him in the arms
of the maid with golden hair
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Not by works I heard them say
upon their cross was dust
Their work was done no need to pay
Redemption theirs by trust
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'Unsex me! ' cried the actress
down there upon the stage
playing quite the villainess
summoning a manly rage
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In an olive grove near heaven
a boy scout used to roam
Hunting snakes and rabbits
the things a boy should own
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I spied Him in the garden
when secretly I had prayed
unworthy to be near him though
but quietly I stayed
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Cleopatra
She was my Cleopatra
My queen upon the Nile
Perfume from her golden curls
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O beauty fair that I can't see
once lost beneath an apple tree
when nature caused us to run out
from paradise there round about
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Since marriage ends upon the Earth
Let friendship then but find new birth
With Chivalry and knightly play
Let's wander in the light of day
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I saw the spires of Canterbury when I was just a lad
Watching o'er my wandering in the travels that I had
And so I'd come to yearn for where
a lamb had laid his head
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Are you the girl that made the gown and every night would take it down
To threads by morning in delay lest that your noble heart might stray
Most singularly was beauty bound to save her love for one who'd drowned
who went away to Trojan wars And then did not return no more
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Her face did launch a thousand ships to sail upon the sea
a thousand sails before the wind where beauty could not flee
and there before her walls deployed encamped ten thousand fold
to win by skill in battle what a fortress could not hold
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There is no way a man can fault
that woman who had turned to salt
for she alone was in lot’s heart
Love’s hapless victim to love’s art
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Distant maiden of my youth I love you even still
serving now by proxy while assisting proxies will
loving still my lady fair who's surrogates renew
all the former glory that my lady did eschew
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