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Martyn Grindrod Feb 2017
Le Fille aux Cheveux de Lin

'Tis day arrow depart'h Cupids bow
quilled feather aflame
Nay zephyr  t'foil path
Nay sigh , nay wrath

'Tis day Eros took shine
Le Fille aux Cheveux de Lin
For beauty she doth bring
Betrothed by emerald ring

'Tis day St.Valentine
knight of amore
did taste'th our wine
Our blessed intertwine

'Tis day penned poem f'you
T'say our love bears true
T'promise and ne'er ask why
My love is guaranteed til death I die.

thank you
Valentines Day poem
Martyn Grindrod Jan 2017
Second Rank I stand
Head on,Eye for an Eye
Sacrificial Lambs
Seven Foot Soldiers and I

Step by Step
Bravery and Valour we bring
Readied for Battle
Lord Protectors of our King

We may be killed
We will stand tall
We will fight tooth and nail
We will answer the call

For the Grandmaster
We would die
Black or White
Up for the Fight




Thank you
Love chess
Martyn Grindrod Jan 2017
Cardboard City
land of broken dreams
life on the pavement
existence of extremes

lost my job , my home , my wife
No end in sight of my pitiful life

Down on my luck my life's a mess
living outside as outdoors  guest

A kindly gent puts a fiver in my palm
below freezing tonight
so it's
McDonald's coffee and a lip balm

So if you see me asleep on the side of the road
I sleep here because I have

No Fixed abode

thank you
Life in Manchester prompted this poem . So many homeless
  Jan 2017 Martyn Grindrod
Mercurychyld
As to all
there be a season,
joy would not
taste as sweet without
the bitter spice
of tears,

loyalty would not have
its bonding powers
without the sting
of betrayal,

and a rose would not
be as fragrant
or as dazzling
without its
very thorns,

for it would then
be something other
than what it was
meant to be.



by Mercurychyld
Copyright 31 Aug. 2016
Wednesday
  Jan 2017 Martyn Grindrod
Mark Penfold
Family keep saying let go,
But I can't as we both love as so.
You were young as we met in the thrill,
Of the seaside beneath the cliff hill.

I remember the full moon and stars, as we cuddled and kissed by the cars.
I'm a believer of old,
And when the shooting star told,
We're together and bound by mars.
  Jan 2017 Martyn Grindrod
Wilson Knapp
I am Jekyll; I am Hyde
The Yin and Yang constantly collide
I follow the light; I live in the dark
My silhouette is never stark

I want everything; I need nothing
Honest as a mirror but constantly bluffing
I am the whole and the hole
I am the wretched beautiful human soul
Martyn Grindrod Jan 2017
When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair

When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound

I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top

Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell

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