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  May 2016 Paul Gilhooley
jane taylor
enchanted fairy

land upon my windowsill

oh thou mystical

tell me there’s another realm

profer me escape

©2016janetaylor
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
I find myself all alone,
Stuck out in some distant field,
I know that this is not my home,
But from this place I will not yield,
Falling rain streams down my face,
Howling wind blows through my hair,
Across the sky dark clouds all chase,
Away they go, I know not where,
The cries of birds I softly hear,
As they warble from afar,
Why this spot, I’m not so clear,
I don’t think I came here in a car,
My arms are stiff, my legs I can’t feel,
My body itself feels completely numb,
I hope it won’t take long to heal,
My mood is sombre, I’m feeling glum,
I feel I’ve been here quite some time,
Memories seem to be easing back,
I think I’m here to prevent a crime,
But god it feels like I’m on a rack,
Why am I here? I wish I knew!
There has to be a reason why!
But I simply have no clue!
No matter how hard I try!
Oh wait, of course, I should have guessed,
It’s obvious now, well now I know!
I’m here to shoo a certain pest,
I am of course the lonely scarecrow!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
I hear your voice, I feel your breath,
Time without out you, brings pain like death,
I long to hold you close to me,
But together as one we cannot be.

You hold my heart, you fill my dreams,
I think of you, my smile it beams,
To live our lives so free of fear,
To wake each day and hold you near.

No me and you, denied that fate,
Instead we fought, love turned to hate,
In both our hearts burned deep desire,
But distance, it soon quenched that fire.

Time went by, deep wounds did heal,
Conversations explained how deep we feel,
True feelings hidden, buried deep,
Instead our hearts, in love they weep.

Did fate decide from high above,
That we be forced to hide our love?
To future years, let's wait and see,
Will we share love as you and me?*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013
  May 2016 Paul Gilhooley
Thomas
They told me that it would be okay,
They told me that there was nothing to worry about,
They told me that I could be what I wanted to be,
They told me that I was loved,
They told me that I could be part of the family,
They told me that they would believe in me,
They told me that they would try ,
They told me that I Should try,
They told me that they never lie,
As a sit on my bed I wonder how many times they have lied.
It's a poem
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