I will gather breeze in my palms,

I will hold the wind in my arms,

I will pick you up on my wings,

I will get you free of bitter things.

All my tenderness will be an ocean,

I will show you all my devotion,

I will smooth out your old wounds,

You will hear new beautiful tunes.

I will make you feel drunk,

I will make you find your spunk,

I ...

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             As little boys and little girls

Play witches toys for stabbing pain,

The universal host makes better those you

Send insane, and if covenant who power seek

Send little knives of hate,

            Then returned through the mirror

Of the Angels be all the pain you raise!

                                                Michael.

                    ...

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                          The Hearts Quill

            I can write with a classical slant,

Expressing with the medium of words all descriptions of

Love written so many times before,

But critics would grin,

Readers would hash through painfully,

And I myself would declare this be nothing

More than an antiquated rant,

            Yet, here I am,

Thin...

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Big Thank you to Biosphere of which the music Antennaria accompanies this poem. Big Thanks from an Ex Soldier. x

 The Light of the Sapphire

We can describe the forever incandescence of autumn nights

Where winds make dramatic all imaginations for the need

To live!

            But that, in essence, like the flam of custard

Now cold, only tells of skin war...

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Too frail for a flannel now

she stands beneath a peal of rain.

Her daughter wields the watering can.

The water has to be just right -

elbow-measured. In this way

the tables turn, mother becomes child.

There’s a delicacy, feeling safe,

now privacy has gone. She’d thought

that seeing mother naked

would be wrong.

But, carers are dis...

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Communication of the deepest kind

across the depths of undulating oceans.

Marconi knew.

He wanted words to spread.

Isthmuses and continents are linked.

Communication.

I didn’t understand until we met

at Poldhu Cove and visited the monument,

our pilgrimage.

With your usual grace, you touched the panel.

Fingertip to bronze,

communicat...

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