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The Island King and the Englishman

27 Mar

Far below from the deep craggy heights,
A breeze brushed through the sweeping bay.
The cat-tail of sand on the green water’s edge,
Threw shadows of spines from the coconut palms

The feathered blue sky in the untouchable distance,
Spills crimson into the dusk silver sea.
Selkirk you are cast ‘till all your etchings are marked,
In this tropical feast for the eyes.

Oh Privateer Stradling and your perilous Cinque Ports,
Do you wish you could see with my sun-bleached eyes now!
Sail on Buccaneer, with your robbin’ and cruisin’
Be gone far away like my old life in Fife.

No longer the king of this beautiful isle,
Duke rescued my memories for a writer.
Years flooding the senses with inspiration,
So Dafoe, to me, I am the author!

 

NMG.C

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Love Poem v.1

7 Dec

A shadow sits across my heart, a light has lost its glow
An echo deep within my soul, lies restless on my spirit
Silence fills wasted time on thoughts that could be aired
Tears move a tired heart, that know mistakes have been made

Reminders flash when least expected, all my senses feel the wave
A song, a word, a book, a sock, all scream your name at me

Distance grows as you drift away, I try to cling the line
Your face is clear, your presence waned, your essence miles away.

I wake alone, no warmth at my feet, no back to rest my head
The taste of your skin, the curl of your hair, the way you stroked my thigh
Deep dreams –  wake my sleeping being, your eyes were wild in mine
Breaths drew deep and desires rise, I wanted you close to me

My body moves to sync with yours, but in vain with empty space
My back arches, from the bed, to meet your missing touch
Hunger curls my body tight, my hand reaches out for yours
Stillness stirs as reality dawns, my body screams out for yours

My sleeping beauty, now sleeps, far away from me
What magic potion will take me there, for love not knows the way

NMG.C

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