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Adam Latham Mar 2019
One man I seek with perfect symmetry,
One man whose sword is greater than my own,
Who can with just one stroke give unto me
A fear in life that I have never known.
I have wandered without cause from field to field,
A nomad knight afforded by a purse,
And still in battle I am yet to yield
To better men that they may end this curse.
Adam Latham Feb 2019
I’ve stopped by woods on snowy eves
More times than I can say,
I’ve wandered roads not taken till
I could not find my way.

I’ve apple picked and mended walls
All by a silken tent,
I’ve been acquainted with the night
Till night and dark were spent.

I’ve asked for roses, prayed in spring
For weather hot and searing
So I could sit and read Bob Frost
Within a cabin clearing.
Adam Latham Sep 2018
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.
My pain just like your love will fade and die.
My heart no longer cracked like broken glass.

You promised me forever but alas
You could not keep your vow, I know not why.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.

Our first kiss was outside upon the grass.
Your lips saw through my lonely soul to spy
A heart no longer cracked like broken glass.

And in an instant love was forged like brass.
Enduring and steadfast, O what a lie.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass.

For now ill will and spite look to surpass
Those tender moments. How I wish that my,
My heart was whole not cracked like broken glass.

And so with words not meaning to harass
I bid you my sweet love one last goodbye.
I know in time this feeling it shall pass,
My heart no longer cracked like broken glass.
  Jul 2018 Adam Latham
Tanisha Jackland
Summer is wasted
on the young and
the restless
women go bare-armed
on a mission to prove
their youthful 'glow'
in floral painted dresses
that scream
"I'm pretty!"
And I sit in idleness
wondering when
Mother Nature
will make Her final move
I hate the heat of Summer.
  Jul 2018 Adam Latham
Donall Dempsey
THE SMELL OF PURPLE

She says she can
smell yellow.

She says she can
smell blue.

Despite not being able to
spell either colour.

'Yellow smells
the same as blue.'

'...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire.'

'Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.'

'Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips! '

'Purple
is my favourite smell...

...it smells just like
a magic spell! '

I kiss her goodnight
like lilac(only lighter)    

with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.
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