Richard Ansell Poems

The depth of love we cannot comprehend,
Which Joseph held for Ireland and for Grace,
That sweet moment when love and loyalty blend.
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The poppies bow in honour of the fallen,
Swaying in the breeze, in fear of time,
Red gaping wounds upon the planets corpse,
Each scarlet petal a tear shed for our crimes,
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You are the setting sun in Autumn,
The orange flame of seas afire,
You are my morning’s waking thought,
The depths I swim in night’s desire.
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I think of you, at times when it’s not right,
When I shouldn’t be, especially at night,
Those memories, the smells, the taste, the touch,
The little things which meant so very much.
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No midnight message this, spoken in tongues,
Written in smoke upon a lace edged sheet,
But from the very heart and soul of me,
Face to face and pledged here, where we meet.
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