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Garry May 2017
Through lost long miles
Of mist & moonglow
In madness
& the lonely depths of faith
I offer you the ancient words
Of a song
Now rarely sung
May they dance lightly
on your satin skin
As they fall softly
From my tongue


13th may 2017
Inspired  by twitter feeds at
#madverse  and #SableSwanV
Garry May 2017
Revealing nothing
of the details
of the darkness
of my mind
I take your hand
And walk your life away.
From a twitter prompt #madverse.
Garry May 2017
Lying lightly on the bed,  
Your hair is golden in the moonlight.
And frames your face
Like beauty in the night.

Silver features soft in slumber;
Eyes closed tight in sleep ;
Your kissing lips part gently
When you breathe.

But I'm afraid I'll never tell you
How i feel with you so near
I just watch you from the shadows;
And you don't even know I'm here.

Another hour or so in darkness
Then I'll sneak away unseen
But I'll be back again tomorrow
As long no-one knows I've been


April 2017

Here's a haiku  version. Less creepy.

Beauty in moonlight
Dark flowing hair, silk-soft skin
Watching you asleep

10th may 2017
Garry May 2017
Let the shadow of my passing
cast no darkness on the day
For we live each moment
Only once
And then move blithely
on our way.
Garry May 2017
Madness rages
Out-of cages
Looking round for you

Voices screaming
No one’s dreaming
Coming after you

Axes chopping
limbs flopping
I'm catching up with you.

1st May 2017
For at least two people on twitter! Stalking isn't actually a hobby of mine!
Garry May 2017
There's a killer whale in the bathtub
And a crocodile in the sink
I know you think I'm lying
I know that's what you think
But i really am being honest
And truly they are there
You can even go upstairs to check
Just don't annoy the bear.
And if you creep softly to the toilet
And sneak on quiet feet
You'll also get to see the thing
That lurks beneath the seat

April 2017
Garry May 2017
We stand as one in beauty
at the ending of the day.
In warm and tender loving
spend the night.

But I greet the dawn with sadness
and an aching in my heart
for when breakfast’s done. my darling,
we must part.

23rd March 2017
Was going  to be a poem for my wife but it went wrong  in the  second  verse, and i couldn't give her this. Back to the writing desk.
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