jon-london
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In memory of a much loved and respected poet / / Patrick' Paddy' Martin / / / / / Among the vibrant shades / Of floral displays / An angel walks and calls his name / / "Poet" / "Poet" / "Compose me sonnet" / / "One so free, with wings upon it" / / From within the trees / Of golden leaves / The poet emerged with a smile / / With his crystal book / And pen in hand / He wrote in heavenly style / / My words have long since left me / But I feel them just the same / My heart once sang with melody / To those who knew my name / / And now I'm here in the gardens above / Where the flowers bloom in bliss / I still look back and smile with love / To the heart's I'll always miss / / But know I'm safe and sound up here / Where poems flow in the streams / You'll find me here without a tear / Where God holds all of my dreams / / I send to you, a sonnet so true / Upon wings of love to comfort you. / / / The angel smiled / / "I adore your style" / / "It's as pretty as the flowers you tend to" / / -------- / / / Rest in peace mate
I heard a song
From within the rain
As it splashed against
My window-pane
Like a mystical bell
Casting a spell
I looked outside
While raindrops fell
Ripples of jingles
Guttering in song
As children in play
Went skipping along
Their faces a picture
In the beauty of nature
Laughing and jumping
In puddles together
Crystaline beads
Hugging the trees
As it slowly danced
To the musical breeze
Pavements of silver
Reflections of truth
Feeling the love
As the sun shone through
The skies ablaze
As the music fades
Where a touch of love
Now smiles above
In the beauty, born
From the rain.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
On the golden sands
Stallions of pure white run
Waves returning home
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
Paint me a picture with the minimum of words.
Sing me a song through syllables and verbs.
Compose me a serenade with colourful verse.
Create me a dream with metaphor - but terse.
Somewhere my mind can escape through rhymes
where my heart can dance to your rhythmic lines.
Paint me an ocean with your deep penned emotion.
Add a little sun that will set me in motion.
Colour me a sky with shades of natural beauty,
so can I bathe in its splendour you've created for me.
Place me on a cloud so I can drift through your vision
and roam through the worlds that all poets imagine.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
Watching the snow fall
Brought memories of my youth
To weep in my hands
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
A grey littered sky
With no harmony of birds
Summer in mourning
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 6:13 AM UTC
Hues of lavender
Play peek-a-boo with soft clouds
Morning fun and games
Wake the sleeping sun
With songs from orchestral birds
Day starts on right note
Precious gold unfolds
With the warm caress of love
Flowers so fragrant
Entice the lone bee
With delectable perfume
Life sweet as honey
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
Hues of rich scarlet
Gently touch the passing clouds
Pink swans sailing by
On lakes of soft magenta
As the sun sets in my glass.
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 7:55 AM UTC
Natural beauty
Soft embrace of silk flower
Petal like in flight
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
I was there that night to watch you die
And I giggled over your lifeless limbs;
You had high hopes of seeing a light,
But not for all of your sins.
I laughed as you fought for breath;
I asked, "Why do you struggle?"
"Just accept your death."
I stood there smirking at the nurse
As she draped your face in white;
Sadly for you, but not for me,
You lost your battle for life.
I watched your soul become exposed
To the truth you see when you're dead.
You stood there crying, shaking your head
Staring at yourself all cold in the flesh.
I remember your face when you saw me;
I laughed..You were scared to death!!
You looked at me and said,
"Am I...am I really dead?"
It's time for us to leave here
On a journey that everyone takes;
We will walk the corridors of your life
And reveal your past mistakes.
But know there's no forgiveness here
And your tears won't mean a thing;
The life you lived is over, now,
It's time to pay for your sins.
This is a list of lives you've hurt;
And this is a list of your lies;
This is a list of pain you've caused
And the misery right through your life.
Now I'm not here to hurt you;
I am a collector of the ******
It's not my purpose to judge you;
Your fate is out of my hands.
Through this door you'll become the child
Who was born to the world free of sin;
Your naked flesh will be removed
Showing the innocence within.
Your screams of fear will go unheard
As your soul feels the truth of the dark;
Your pleas of mercy will fail you
As you pay for your sins of the past.
From there we sail upon my boat
Over the Sea Of Ghosts;
It is here you will fear the sounds that you hear
And witness what happens to most.
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
Crepuscular rays
Gloam with licks of scarlet shades
Eventide awaits
The silent dusky waters
To serenade moonlit eyes
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC