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 Aug 2014
jeremy wyatt
We drifted through the grey stones,
Looking left.
Looking right.
Always looking wrong.
43 women with your name lie here,
amongst the trim green grass and dried, bunched flowers.
43 women who share a name.....
Do you all begin to blur in memories,
as time blurs days of childhood ?
Or are you still sharp in someones mind, as you are sharp in the picture in my hand.
All those women who shared your name,
and we could find only two.
And neither of them was you.
Still looking for his Mothers resting place.
 Apr 2014
Lucia
As I flit from A to B - Candleford to Larkrise
Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet
I flit, spit from A to B
Calling all Bluebells
assist me in my move -11th May, '11
Let Fairy Fawn be fair and true
and pure with humility
For his Fairy Lu - La Fee Lu
could get so blue
if he is not on time

All praises Bluebells
He is here

T'was but a year since
I'd wished upon a
Castramond Bluebell
in April 2010

And now we sit in utter Bliss
Ensonced in historical Dunblane
Fairy Fawn paints on and on
And I just sit, dismiss
All negativity, anything dark
I know that light will disperse the unhelpful hearse
darkness, death and dour ways
Disolve in the sun this late spring morn
Let Bees Browse among the Heather Blooms
Like love now maturing from twenty-eight days to a year and day
4th of the 4th 2012
 Apr 2014
Lucia
Calling all angels
At my beck and fall
Lead me onto Glory
Let night beget my call

The lesson here now endeth
With Giants overhead
I cannot hear the roll-call
That makes me think I'm dead

New life I know awaits me
Whether  here or there or home
I know my love will guide me
To Glory and the Throne

I feel so stengthened by you
You give me all you've got
I hope I can replay you
With love, warm hugs and jot!

If I get my jotters
I'll be marching on
To win for you a trophy
My love goes on and on

Your art, your words are varied
Exciting, patient, kind
I feel there is no worry
When you are at my side
Above me and Behind me
Wrapped up in your Pride!
Written while contemplating the fear of the unknown registation/job situation in Scottish High Schools; coming to terms with the death of my 22yr old daughter's Australian friend Chris who had a heart attack while treking in Cambodia and reflecting on my journey of angelic love with Jeremy
 Aug 2013
jeremy wyatt
She wears the beauty of the morning
like a meadow gently dew-clad
sighs of springs fair breeze
play against my cheek
as we walk through chalk-rooted meadows
She hugs the stones
like a child holds her mother
then departs their grasp smiling eyed
Weaving around stones
Weaving between worlds
We are two strands of this ancient thread
sewing and binding us together through timeless ages
life and love
land and lore
And when we pass beyond these sacred days
the blooms that climb anew each spring
Will carry in their scented flower
the memory of we lover's power
 Jul 2013
jeremy wyatt
I am Miss Eluned Cyfeiliog the Warm
lonely in my life
my blue eyes look for distant mountains
where no choirs or trumpets sound
In Llwnypia I am oppressed by grief
At Mynnydd Du melancholy stalks me
I sought the bishops and the holy men
but winter is cold and the ocean grey
I loved the forests quiet glades
Pity the maiden who lingers in such courts
 May 2012
jeremy wyatt
Angel sweet
angel bright
wrap me in
your arms tonight

a man reborn
a new life starts
your breath my soul
my beating heart
 May 2012
kaylee adamz
x.

understand that nothing is real.

**.

search for art in all that you see (for art is present in all things).

***.

art is everything, nothing is real. we are left to conclude that art is nothing, nothing is art, or perhaps everything is nothing-which makes art more real than nothing, because it is in fact something.

xxxx.

when we smoked cigarettes in the alley way during winter, our backs against the cold brick wall; well, darling, that was art.

xxxxx.

you made poems and paintings and songs and dances, but i’d never seen anything more real (or perhaps less real) than the way your eyes looked when they were in love. and that, well that was the truest art there could ever be.

xxxxxx.

understand that your love is everything, and everything is art, but nothing is real, or art is nothing. my words will never quite be right, but your eyes in love were the rightest thing that never existed -(or existed more than anything).
 Oct 2011
jeremy wyatt
New rose
new road
no time to think
just stride ahead
and wonder
at the chance
we took
all from one look
april showers
feed april flowers
 Jun 2011
jeremy wyatt
Affirmation

With you I voyage into places
I never dreamed could exist
you journey through my heart and soul
healing my fears and making me whole
in ways I didn't know possible
I never realised what it was to love so deeply
so desperately and so completely
and with a depth and compassion
that is so intense that I can stand and cry
at just the thought of you and our shared love
 Mar 2011
jeremy wyatt
Did you feel me outside
treading soft to your door
I was trying to knock
as I used to before
but my hands made no noise
and my calls were not heard
for the harder I shout
the more lost are my words

Stood under the stars
in the wind and the wet
I will fade with the day
for the light brings regret
Tonight I'll return
and I'll try once again
but why can't you hear me
outside in the rain
 Mar 2011
jeremy wyatt
Eleanor in The Water

Clear as crystal in my sight
I see you once again
drifting by as day meets night
bringing back the pain

You couldn't swim forever
no matter how you tried
but you had no care for tethers
and that was how you died

The stars were out that evening
we saw Venus I saw you
and as you slipped under the surface
there was nothing I could do

So now you swim before me
**** and starlight in your hair
I will tie these rocks around my feet
then the river we shall share
 Mar 2011
jeremy wyatt
Should I....

I struggle to write now those poems not deep
something shallow and empty that won't make you weep
am I too intense maybe over the top
I've not got a clue perhaps I should stop

Just have so much pleasure when putting stuff down
leaves me feeling good and takes off my sad frown
just words from the heart off  a ***** Welsh fool
whose heart feels it's had a great kick from a mule
 Mar 2011
jeremy wyatt
Thought I could feel
your hand last night
touching mine gently
it felt so right
lasted the hours
till  I went to sleep
a memory that
I'll want to keep
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