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anthony Brady Jun 2019
Liberty. Equality. Fraternity.
I followed those signs
to a wayside chapel
of no denomination.
I lit a candle there
more in hope
than certainty.
My prayer was:
May its light
be ever bright
and show that
democracy is
a living reality,
a shining promise,
a brilliant ideal,
with many faces,
and always an
eternal perpetual
work in progress.

tobias
anthony Brady Jun 2019
Tease my tongue with yours
so I may savour your poetry
sipped sweet from your lips

Let it flow in verses
as kisses lingering in
our memories forever.

Tattoo it in caresses
on pristine pages
of my skin.

Then I will slip from
verses of fantasy
into your arms.

Tobias
anthony Brady Jun 2019
You are to me what
dreams are made of.
I dream of you in lots
of different ways.
For example:
touching stars,
flying angels,
riding on clouds,
making magic
seeing fairies
writing happy-
ever-after- tales.
I count the ways
I dream of you.
Best of all  
every dream
of you - just
as you  are -
came true.

Tobias
anthony Brady Jun 2019
I felt your magnetic energy:
saw a face that can
make men turn from war.
Our smiles made time move
slowly, I sensed pure love
and peace in your presence.

Now I dream we are both
dancing to Eros's rhythms.
Nothing makes me stronger
when close to your fragile heart,
I fell in love with you:
sensing a love truly new.

Falling in love with you was
never my plan. Unbidden,
you spoke to me. I saw the beauty
of life in you, a beautiful soul
that captivated - I responded.

I had admired you from a distance
because afraid if I touched you,
my flesh would be tempted
to do all that is regarded earthly
and sully your sanctity.

Our hearts are interlocked
in deep communion:
thoughts and feelings
merge in graceful motion,
seeding a love ever growing

I imagine us together mute
in moonlight. You, robed
in a silk white gown:
your head bearing a crown.
Me, swaying in a white suit.

So we dance towards
the cosmos. The stars
watch. Sun and moon stare,
as heavenly music bears
us, embracing, into eternity.

TOBIAS
From a Treasury of Twin Flame Poetry. Osiris & Isis. tredition.com
anthony Brady Jun 2019
Your return is always sweet,
bliss as our loving lips meet.
Journey’s end is ecstasy wild,
I was like a motherless child.

You favour me with love and grace,
I love your humours, adore your face,
I feel so safe when I'm with you,
Now/Then - whole night’s through.

You comfort me when I'm down,
Keep me afloat lest I drown,
You sense I'm low before I do,
raising me up to pull me through.

Come the times you have to go,
My heart feels heavy, weary so,
I cling to you, restrain my tears,
kissed away - you erase my fears.

When passing days mark the week,
your absence jars, prospect’s bleak.
The wait for you seems endless times,
I endure it all by penning rhymes.

I yearn for when we next entwine,
To know again that I am thine,
I vow to make it permanent,
An eternal bond by covenant.

But until then, this patient wait,
must be endured – it is our Fate,
Soon forever we will be as One,
I promise this, as unto You I run.

TOBIAS
anthony Brady Jun 2019
The travelling President called Trump
showed he's a twittering insensitive lump:
though visiting as an all-American dude
about the Mayor of London he was rude.
Soon the Trump tour lost its sparkle
when he slagged-off Meghan Markle
And showed he’s no gent - just a chump.


Tobias
anthony Brady May 2019
I was alarmed as nobody
paid attention to me:
if there was a Plan B -
it was to die - dramatically.

A hangman’s halter I took to  swing
snapped and failed my neck to wring.
Then I drank of hemlock deep:
all it did was make me sleep.

Wide awake I’d somehow made it back
I laid me down  on a railway  track
Alas! never once was I alerted
all trains had been diverted.

It seemed a good idea to me
to drown myself in the Dead Sea:
buoyant in such drink, I did not think
no swimmer  there is known to sink

From a high rise parapet I dropped over
and landed in a cushioned bed of clover.
I tried to cut my jugulars  but By Heck!
the blade was blunt and just grazed my neck.

A contract killer - hired off the shelf -
took the money then shot himself
after stating though he’s willing
I was not worth the killing.

By now getting frantic
on the internet I met a tantric
guru whose advised me tarry
“All I needed was to marry…

…It is a kind of death, all  near
and dear pity you - but it’s clear
you get everybody’s attention
and in obituaries never a mention”.
.
Tobias
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