Tempered by the friction, of each others loneliness.
Brightly wooed, in our own glad glorious way.
We chasing each other, along those milky ways.
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Fairground showman are joining another extinct species the dodo
built around the lives of real people, very dedicated to entertainment
nomads travelling the length and breadth of English countrysides
encompassing hidden mysteries, inventing unknown fascinations.
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A touch responding to interpretation.
Floating petals flushed cheeks kiss.
A whisper lingering soft sweetness.
Happy gazing at laughing blue eyes.
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Sinking, Intelligence, Light, Vicissitude, Eaten, Race.
Gorilla, Onward, Lake, Disillusioned.
Bugbears, Romantic, Ode, Neologisms, Zoo, Enzyme.
Ain't, Mink, Beach, English, Royal.
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To Live Life Changes Just When You Think You Have Learned The Way.
Live Life Changes Just When You Think You Have Learned The Way To.
Life Changes Just When You Think You Have Learned The Way To Live.
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Splendors of those early morning inner personal self recollections.
Oh! that innocent beautiful bright worldly crazy little love adventure.
With a blink of an eye, we have an understanding change of thoughts.
Energetic pleasure of our infancy and youth, fun delights of a fugitive.
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Floating shadows stroke gentle beauty.
Your small hands in my strong hands.
A cheeky memory, your youth returning.
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A bright scarlet red sunrise, Paradise arrives again,
seen as a bright maroon picture, that beautiful sea.
I relax in Jersey's unique charming St. Aubin bay,
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Once upon a time in a land far away,
in the great vast wilderness I wander,
with full assurance a beautiful princess,
she was dressed in scarlet velvet fine.
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A morning silver dew, that clings to grass.
A Spiders Cocoon, blows into a south wind.
Bullfrog on a lily leaf, croaks a lovers call.
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Lightning cracks, a lantern swings in a wild night.
A mysterious ship, lurks off of Elizabeth Castle.
Merry sailors bob along, near those rugged rocks.
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Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
We grieve for that sad loss when loved ones pass on.
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Love is all about happiness.
Love is for each other every day.
Love is being imaginative and creative.
Love is stronger than a man's convictions.
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Don't rush by my sweet, seek with me allele life dreams ever more.
Your sweet smile is so much pleasure, let's stroll down lovers way.
A selection together, play tricks with my body in a beautiful world.
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Baubles shining amongst Xmas holly, elves
are making crackers, and writing new jokes.
Bright fairy lights, candles and gold bells
decorate family Xmas trees in wonderland.
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On God's appointed day. Our cherished loved ones disappear.
Awakened the chosen morn clad only of mine tender smile.
Breakfast dining, wholehearted on my thoughts dreams.
Bearing the heavenly missives of life, today's fate unknown.
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Longing to see the snowdrops in those eyes.
Desires and hopes bewitch me, a vision divine.
Subtle dreams, of your enamoured beauty.
Half slumbering in loves sweet innocence.
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Helier lived in Jersey, Christianity to preach.
A transition from 'natural life' to spiritual fold.
A cave to dwell, for worship, a mount to meet.
First missionary, an honest upright man of old
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Songs, of exotic quiescent reincarnation.
Sing loud like a cicada, warm winds whistle.
Cicada resonating by abdominals, rejoice.
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A Retired Chef, love sport, all round. I just love playing poker on line very interesting game. I have only recently started to write poetry a very daunting subject bit scary at first. I live on a small Island in the English Channel called Jersey very unspoilt.)
A Romance In The Night Sky.
Tempered by the friction, of each others loneliness.
Brightly wooed, in our own glad glorious way.
We chasing each other, along those milky ways.
Conditions and competition, fight like mariners.
Love stars, are more dewy luminous than others.
Why separate them, a love creates poetic illusion.
A perspective, like pleasing soft melancholy music.
Happy about joyful liberation, awaking upon life.
Consequently life is also a dream, in relative ways.
Cooperation swinging in or out, of our endurance.
Farewell to daylight, we enjoy a moonlit night sky.
Ourselves no longer strangers, sing like chaffinch.