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O’ distant flower, perfect bloom
Thy beauty full is shown
I stand beneath yon crescent moon
Yet, I am not alone

O’er moments saved my heart so deep
I breathe this evening air
To whisper thoughts of endless keep
With dreams that thee shall share

So bright the beams that meet my face
Of shadows long behind
If but your lips my love doth trace
In longings sent to find

I drink of sweet desire's wine
My cup doth overflow
To reach my arms as you are mine
In soft reflection's glow

O’ come to me my petals pure
My skin your touch doth need
Of only you I do adore
Emotions breath I feed

O’ silent evening dances round
This valley high above
For on this night my heart hath found
Your precious perfect love

Father's Day was yesterday.
But why must a day be set aside to show a parent love?
I love my parents all year round
I've fought, screamed, cried all the while loving them.
But, my country breeds strong independent people
national identity to be found everywhere.
From the hilltop spring to the coast
we Welsh are a mystical breed, of mystery and sorcery.
My anthem "Mae hen wlad fy nhadau"
or Land of my fathers made me stop and think,
think of my father and other men in this land.
Rough handed, hewn from steel and coal.
Iron willed, fiercely proud.
Valley born I am, even now I'm in a city.
But when I die Valley dead I'll lie.
In my father's plot, set aside for us.
Set aside on a green mountain overlooking the valley.
The land of my fathers, the land that bred him and me.
This poem is in English oh "uch a fi"
But if I write in Welsh my father will not understand
His generation denied the language of song, poetry,
and identity. I have a happy heart "calon hapus"
For he and I will be forever tied by blood and country.
Father's Day for me and all children born of woman lay claim to
Father's Day all year round.

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O’er the seas this angel wishes
Windswept dreams and blowing kisses
Breakfast tides awake the shore
Ever loving, ever pure
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Oceans green and aqua blues
Tinted morning shimmered hues
A wisp O’ wind doth touch her hair
Of tapered breezes for to share
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Upon her vessel pearly white
Is born the beauty of her sight
So calm at peace and rest allure
Wonders cast from sculpted shore
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Adrift to catch a sunny day
Amongst the waters she doth play
O’ eyes of brown and skin divine
To call this perfect angel mine
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I stand the beach in searching of
That soon my heart shall find her love
As rippled waters bide their time
Of deep expanse O’ natures wine
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To sail these waters castaway
I fall upon my knees and pray
This angel sweet atop the sea
Shall find her way to only me
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Find this day as it does smile
For lone she waits in precious style
Of shelled delight and smooth of wake
To bring within my heart to take
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The song of coastal oceans main
I long to wet her kiss again
And o’er this dream it can bestow
To sail within her wings once more

On the dreams of distant waters
Harmonies in sunset skies
Sings a voice, so far my wonder
Of the girl with emerald eyes

A photograph, upon I’ve stumbled
As if fate does guide my view
Nature’s truth, this vibrant beauty
Caressing of these visions true

Silently this rose a’ blooming
On a breeze of spring’s sweet air
Whispering in fragrant mornings
Secrets journey in thy stare

As I pause, my pulse it quickens
Tracing of this image shown
On her eyes my touch does linger
Mesmerized within their glow

Still, my glance it longs to wander
Of this face, pure satin sheen
To those eyes of moonbeam glisten
Heaven’s perfect shade of green

Hold me close, for I am breathless
Of this dream I fantasize
Restless heart, in rhythm’d beating
For the girl with emerald eyes

Breathless
Whispers
Freely
Shared
~
Affection
Felt
Feelings
Bared
~
Cherished
Hearts
Abunda­nt
Flow
~
Twilight
Dreams
Moonlit
Glow
~
Desire
Fueled
Velvet
Kiss
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Softly
Touching
Finger
Tips
~
Staring
Deeply
Wondrous
Eyes
~
Moaning
Pleasure
Telling
Sighs
~
Lying
Close
Pressing
Ski­n
~
Hot
Embrace
Once
Again
~
Heaven
Sent
From
Above
~
Fired
Passion
Perfect
Love

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I harness every fear I’ve witnessed
And lock them very far away
Within a box of heavy armor
In hopes that hidden truths will stay

Beneath a mound of spent emotions
This vessel sleeps among the pile
In endless days of hope delivered
So that my heart may live a while

But somehow in the mass confusion
The lid it opens slightly so
Releasing harm now mist like sweeping
Upon the air its breath will go

I scream; my lungs in deep frustration
Accustomed not, my eyes they stare
How dare you touch the skin of angels
And harm the one that I so care

I capture most and yet a tiny
Piece does slip my hands that reach
I cling and claw for all that matters
Oh God, my gate this fear does breach

Then word does find my ears a’ waiting
The news not good as headlines feed
I’ve failed this one of my affection
Planted firm this dire seed

And now I stand with one direction
In focus of the days we see
Broken chains still not releasing
Tethered by this fear I've freed

Yes happiness does have its season
For cloudy skies will show us true
Atop this dream of voiced emotion
While falling on this tarnished view

This torrent felt of my own doing
In moments of the failed and fell
Drunk with fear and sad decisions
Foundering amongst the swell

So please I pray a chance is given
That I may but redeem this fault
In lessons learned of distant vision
Within a web of pain now caught

If not, I fall a wounded soldier
Battlefields of spoken war
Accidents are bound to happen
Cut of splintered weathered floor

Anger prompts the resolution
On my cheeks the streaming tear
Lost, I find my only reason
Decided by a touch of fear

Hush, listen, soft breath is needed,
quiet now or we'll disturb them.
The lovers entwined in lazy armed need.
Twilight has crept silently into the room,
soft pale blue light suffuses the couple,
whose love act dapples the sweet light,
and bends the shadows seductively.
Evening twilight ends and night begins.
The French expression l'heure bleu has passed.
The lovers oblivious to the blue hour
lie together in sated desire.
Come now, let us leave the serene sapphic scene.
The night awaits, and many a couple lie
procrastinating, whilst Aphrodite, Eros and us,
the watchers, dust them with desire