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Searle Jul 2014
I wished upon a lonely star
which shone so brightly in the night sky
smiling down at me from afar
just a twinkle in heavens eye

I wished it was not just a ball
of fiery gas and icy dust
but understood my love, loneliness and all
and wept a little if it must

I wished upon a lonely star
and funny enough here you are!
Searle Jul 2014
Slowly the day is dowsed by night
as the clumsy sun trips over the horizon
and is gone from sight

The swallows morph into their darker side
and screeching fill the twilight skies
in fear all creatures retreat and hide

Silence falls heavy covered in soot
none stir except for the owl’s mournful hoot
Searle Jul 2014
Parched am I oh Lord
and my soul cracked
as the dry river bed
crying for a summers rain

Quench this thirst Father
that my cup may run over
filling the souls depths
that the fruits of the Spirit
may ever flourish on the banks thereof
Searle May 2014
What say you noble men of old?
William with your pen shaking
Like the Speare of a savage?
Spilling your mind across the pages
Which Robert in all his haste Burns

And you lonely Oscar?
Having passed Eugene in the corn Field
And Rupert by the trickling Brooke,
Only to lose yourself in the Wilde

What say you of Edgar Lee,
Who left his Masters
And with Swift Jonathan
Crossed the Gray Moore to the Thomas’s

And when said Thomas stood
With handman, noose and Hood
“What a pity”, as Robert said
Laying them in their winters Graves
A poem to the great poets of old
Searle May 2014
A silencer on an a-bomb
A muzzle on a leviathan
A band aid for the plague
A Rennie for Kracotowa
and a hanky for swine flu
Such are flowers on a grave
Searle May 2014
Bewitched,
and by your beauty captivated
A voluntary slave
Bound in fetters of love

Compelled,
Like the street sweepers daughter
Eagerly I step into your chamber
My will chained, devoted

Turning,
Your eyes like coals fall upon me
Wooed into your steely shroud
Your warmth like the brazen bull it surrounds me

My conscience divided
Dislocated on the Pendulum
Whispering-nothings pierce me through
the Spanish tickler scourges out all resistance

Fiercely flogged in the stocks of your passion
Water boarded by my tears
Scorched in the heat of the moment
My will flayed away by a thousand cuts

My heart broken on the wheel of fate
I surrender, i hold nothing back
“I’ll confess” I scream
“I love you!”

“love hurts”
I hear you say
And my heart with the Spanish spider ripped out
Paraded on a spike, for the world to see


Even now,
With my head held high, on the heretics fork
Burned at the stake by the fire you’ve kindled within
I am consumed with you
Searle May 2014
You
You smile
You swear
You tease
You cheat
You lie
You scream
You cry

You are sad
You are sorry
You are you

You are mine
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