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robert-allen-stevenson
I was born in Perthshire Scotland. I joined the Merchant Navy at 16 and served mainly in the South Pacific. I qualified as a chef (C&G;) and after several years I joined the Territorial Army as a infantryman rising to the rank of SSM, during this time I left catering and joined the Police Force. / During my time with the TA, I was attached to various Regiments and posted to a number of countries around the world. / The experiences I have witnessed in my life have been varied, both good and bad. The poems I write reflect the experiences I have encountered through my life and the feelings felt, not only by me but hopefully by those who do not wish to put them in print. / I also observe human activity in daily life, the mundane and so forth, and look to write on those subjects.
The young man he had wandered many a mile and more Cross foreign lands and countless seas, to reach a distant shore Driven by the hope's he held implanted as they'd been Deep within the wickerwork of life's eternal dream Though warm of flesh the heart was cold, no love had 'ere he known And look he must for one sweet maid to melt his heart of stone To feel upon his fevered brow the softness of her touch The closeness of her being near, his cry for love too much And to an isle he came at last, a jewel upon the sea And landed on its glittered sands of sparkling diamante He wandered through a forest, each leaf of emerald shone And waterfalls of crystal gleam, reflections of he alone And then, a vision seen, a pearl so bright and full of fire That took the shape of maidenhood, and filled his heart's desire Of golden hair and amber lips that parted with a smile And beckoned come you hither and lie with me a while He knelt before the maiden and to her heart be sworn To worship at her alter, and kneel before her throne She looked upon her suitor, her smile had all but gone For 'ere his young heart melted, the maiden turned to stone
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
In Search of Peridot
Blank look on a sea of faces Trying hard to ignore the world and don't look into their eyes for you invade their minds and look with hatred upon you the transgressor of their thoughts
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Piccadilly Line
The dead the dying, the disenchanted all around they look and stare Those that sent them into battle close their eyes and no longer care The dead the dying, the disenchanted once had hope but now have none They wait for those who would relieve them their battle fought, their war now done
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
Requeim for the Fallen