Peter Tallis Poems

O' what wisdom lies ahead such youthful existence,
Be it of use or little consequence,
Of application or of idol use.
To see for the first time all that will become familiar and mundane, with excited eyes.
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The soul desires that which can make it whole. The heart longs for that which appeases the soul.
What tenderness is missed?
Would life be more simple if it were for a gentle greet from a passer by, or a sensuous kiss from the one who's kisses are placed upon anothers lips.
Would a warm embraced not make the world feel more safe, or concerned words offered in times of woe not offer some saving grace.
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A dark place that no-one sees,
is the lightest place that holds my tears.
The sun is gone, the moon won't shine.
All that remains is what's left behind.
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No bristles ever painted a more vivid picture than the man with tongue for mind.
Spoken fluidly as if a river or sea, with aggressive vocal gesture matching any painted wave.
A portrait of smile unable to match the imagined reality of described sentiment, placing tears in eyes or smiles on mouths of those that read.
Bumpy braille word allows sight to those without to picture what a picture cannot allow.
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Eyes that lay heavy crying for wanted sleep, to rejuvenate weary mind.
Is it not wrong to wish that early eve will soon become latered night.
Is time not as precious as tender rose, so fragile in all its threatening glory.
Should the brief seconds that form long drawn out minutes not be pampered as if they were new born children gasping to live.
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