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"kes" poems
Dear thirak, I'll keep you safe, I'll keep you warm. If ever there comes a storm, Dare not worry, Stay calm; I will be your charm. I will take your hands and guide you through this perilous journey of what life brings new; Good or bad; Happy or sad, I will not leave you even when I'm mad; I will walk with you till the skies turn blue; all because my heart is true. -Kes Long.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Dear Thirak
Leaves rustle down from the trees, The moon rises high up into the sky. Reminiscing your smile, . . . It has been awhile. Times may change, interests may adapt, but every second with you makes it all feel right in place, intact. Some may say I'm crazy, some may say I'm blind, but when I am with you I call them swine; love is happy, away you are -happy turns sublime; for when you are with me I feel inclined, my days may often be lonely, my nights may be cold, but when I see you; nothing seems to get old. - Kes Long
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Nothing gets old
.   •  they say light- ning never stri-   kes •  twice in        the very same           place•not as               if it chooses                   the  person                       it likes•nor                           has it targ-                                  eted a familiar face • growing   accustomed to these repeated                       jolts•i stay fro-                zen in anticip-            tion•for subs-        equent influx      of volts•is th-  is love or me- re petty infa-     tuation?•ca-                n't believe my luck • be-        cause  time...  and again,                       inevitably•i                stand here,             apparently         struck•e-    very  ti- me you cast a...     a gla-         nce                at                    •                       ME•                               .
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Jolt
Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb he drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh are driven  by toads tooting, **** **** poo Peddling along the reeling, rolling,rambeling road some drunkard guy made on famiular BBC air waves his voice often played Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales 2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk Nodding and humming to  sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands and still finding time to paddle a little, on sun drenched Gigglewick sands Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road To Settel, for supper with                                                        Raty                                                                      Mole                                                                                      Badger                                                                                                            and Toad
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Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
The talking in Alan's head
Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb he drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh are driven  by toads tooting, **** **** poo Peddling along the reeling, rolling,rambeling road some drunkard guy made on famiular BBC air waves his voice often played Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales 2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk Nodding and humming to  sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands and still finding time to paddle a little, on sun drenched Gigglewick sands Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road To Settel, for supper with                                                        Raty                                                                      Mole                                                                                      Badger                                                                                                            and Toad
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Like the warmth from the tropical sun, Like the oceanic currents within the seven seas, My love for you will have no reprieve, always thinking of the days you are near, of the ways you make my worries disappear,     Of the light you bring when nothing seems clear. Felicity, clarity; My kismet. - Kes Long. Dear, I love you so much ❤ Nattida Liyeekay
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Love without reprieve
Sitting alone on this seat. Floating back to Singapore . . . What I would give to always be by your side. Dwelling ~ Yearn for your warm, kind, ever thoughtful words, or maybe just for the sound of your voice; Something to let me know you are near; Something to let me know you are safe. Like when you ask me why do I always gaze into your eyes, In retrospect, I realise; When I look at your eyes, it feels like a privilege every single time, It's almost as if, I am chanced to have a peak into your beautiful soul; Genuine, Warm, Compassionate, Respectful of all things and beings, Loving, Discerning, Virtuous, Confident, Just a few of the characteristics I have felt whenever I look into your eyes; It never fails to evoke an innate sense of appreciation for you, within me; I often, find myself reminded, like an ever-recurring echo deep in my heart, of the saying: "The eyes are the windows of the soul". I love you and I always want to be with you; I wish to keep you happy, safe, in good health, to be both, your other-half, and your best friend, to understand your needs, emotions; to regard them, respect them, to nurture them; Like you have been doing for me. I also need you to know; I appreciate you, I love you, I care for you, I want to always be there for you; You are the epitome of my being; Once again, My kismet. - Kes Long.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
Temporal Departure
I thought I should let you know: Sometimes, the best feeling, Is knowing that I will always feel warmth nestled within your embrace, and with your tender grace, love, kindness, virtue, and selflessness; What a beautiful and enchanting place. -Kes Long.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Enchanting place
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
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