george-carle - Hello Poetry

Summer solstice in the park our icon twanged guitar the smell of favoured fast food hashish from near and far there you were beside me the lover I once knew utopian as love's partner each colour with its hue the memory of you lingers that warm and sultry day beamed that face of sunshine and body ****** sway ah youth in love the wonder so blind and yet so true inexperienced emotions feelings some may rue love is quite quixotic except for faithful few over ere you know it and we must start anew

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC

george-carle

SUMMER SOLSTICE

Summer solstice in the park our icon twanged guitar the smell of favoured fast food hashish from near and far there you were beside me the lover I once knew utopian as love's partner each colour with its hue the memory of you lingers that warm and sultry day beamed that face of sunshine and body ****** sway ah youth in love the wonder so blind and yet so true inexperienced emotions feelings some may rue love is quite quixotic except for faithful few over ere you know it and we must start anew

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And the farm endured seven fields to forty acres the days of my father saw grass and crops rotate his toiling obsession now spent gave way to a bigger scale the old house storeyed by one and a half the bedroom where I slept in the shadow of an older brother the roof of grey slate the peak of my world reached my childhood sky the overgrown garden the consequence of labours elsewhere the sycamore tree my view of a world outside

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC

george-carle

SEVEN FIELDS TO FORTY ACRES

And the farm endured seven fields to forty acres the days of my father saw grass and crops rotate his toiling obsession now spent gave way to a bigger scale the old house storeyed by one and a half the bedroom where I slept in the shadow of an older brother the roof of grey slate the peak of my world reached my childhood sky the overgrown garden the consequence of labours elsewhere the sycamore tree my view of a world outside

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Love and paradise met in the red room when starlight sang the waltz of time the night was set a million years ago when warmth and affection were brightly born "softly" said love to the rim of pleasure as they danced serenaded by a trillion stars "when we are old let men say love and paradise came one night and left us joy"

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC

george-carle

LOVE AND PARADISE

Love and paradise met in the red room when starlight sang the waltz of time the night was set a million years ago when warmth and affection were brightly born "softly" said love to the rim of pleasure as they danced serenaded by a trillion stars "when we are old let men say love and paradise came one night and left us joy"

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And the farm endured seven fields to forty acres the days of my father saw grass and crops rotate his toiling obsession now spent gave way to a bigger scale the old house storeyed by one and a half the bedroom where I slept in the shadow of an older brother the roof of grey slate the peak of my world reached my childhood sky the overgrown garden the consequence of labours elsewhere the sycamore tree my view of a world outside the patch of monkshood remained where I trapped bees in a jar the fuchsia bush with flowers to pick and **** nectar from within the old dirt track road the start of a jouney far beyond the realm of a farm and the dreams of a boy

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC

george-carle

SEVEN FIELDS TO FORTY ACRES

And the farm endured seven fields to forty acres the days of my father saw grass and crops rotate his toiling obsession now spent gave way to a bigger scale the old house storeyed by one and a half the bedroom where I slept in the shadow of an older brother the roof of grey slate the peak of my world reached my childhood sky the overgrown garden the consequence of labours elsewhere the sycamore tree my view of a world outside the patch of monkshood remained where I trapped bees in a jar the fuchsia bush with flowers to pick and **** nectar from within the old dirt track road the start of a jouney far beyond the realm of a farm and the dreams of a boy

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And he saw it now and then the lamp lit row of houses that stretched beyond the eye houses where men who dug black slept and drank when they could ageless cobbles pried on men who fought in the street over want, women and work while little men sons played foolish games of childhood daughter women with prams mothered their plastic dolls and the wives gossiped about young Sally who had a belly by John Stout the butcher boy the reverend Ellis knew all the stories and chapters of life in this coal dust street he birthed them baptised them married and buried them and the street was quiet no vehement voices tonight as the deed of death slipped over the cobbles and gripped a sleeping soul.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC

george-carle

COAL DUST STREET

And he saw it now and then the lamp lit row of houses that stretched beyond the eye houses where men who dug black slept and drank when they could ageless cobbles pried on men who fought in the street over want, women and work while little men sons played foolish games of childhood daughter women with prams mothered their plastic dolls and the wives gossiped about young Sally who had a belly by John Stout the butcher boy the reverend Ellis knew all the stories and chapters of life in this coal dust street he birthed them baptised them married and buried them and the street was quiet no vehement voices tonight as the deed of death slipped over the cobbles and gripped a sleeping soul.

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