Sean Tyacke Poems

I have seen your face in an old picture frame.
Were you in parades?
Did they make speeches in your name?
Did you know glory?
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Beware Profit.
For the Fifth Horse of Apocalypse is his steed,
His mission is greed
And money is his seed.
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Do you know or understand,
What it is that makes the man?
It’s more than flesh, blood and bone.
It’s a woman to love and call his own.
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Spring is our unfolding, when beauty lies concealed
Though love is innocent, her truth shall be revealed.

Summer is our joy, the ripening of our soul
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Are you a hunter of delight?
My tall dark eyed goddess of last night.

Do you thrill to the chase,
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I had a vision.
She came to me in the quiet of the night,
And ever elusive danced among my dreams.
Urging pursuit.
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