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Best Poems Written by Nigel Fawcett

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Orogenic Kiss

Rising from sylvan embraces
solitude
of the wild, wild wood
hunger burning deep within these
caverns and temples
within my misunderstood being;
haunted by you
touched by you
satisfied only by the
sweet nourishing currents
that course through your veins;
Soaring down from the mountains
on heavy black wings
in an avalanche of gabbro
accumulation of my dormancy
your scent
your heat
salts to revive me
warmth to thaw me;
Volcanic desire
fire
breathing the air
softening the hardness
of my plutonic heart
burning the fibres
of my arboreal soul
before plunging into the waterfall
momentarily destroying my composure;
Spirit reengaged
river’s current
supporting my weak state
towards your healing
thalassic body
waves of emotion
break over me
your liquid arms hold me
your saliferous kiss beguiles me;
How I missed this
elemental
perfect
you

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Man's Folly

Gunfire lit the clouds
as the weeping sky shed her
tears on Flanders Fields

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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~

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Lateral Thought

Crab on a mission
So much inside that shell; leaves
writing in the sand

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Autumn Collection

New dawn
Lights the catwalk
Nature performs her show
Land wears the new season's fashion
In reds

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The Final Cut?

Cut up
from lack of sleep
and crying over you
My heart is broken; forever
scarred



('Ugly' revised)

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A Candle On the Sea

For you I'll make an ocean
Where you'll never have to hide
I'll fill it with devotion
And pour love upon the tide

        For you these waters bide...

The waves they will embrace you
On that warm supporting sea
The current, it will guide you through
And bring your flame to me

        The things you always wanted...you will see

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Tailored Words

In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare

        Nothing there…

In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through

        Do not fit true…

This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread

        Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…

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Jack the Blue-Eyed Peter Cat (Revised)

The pendulum swings
(Left to right)

Zenith approaches
The vortex opens up…

With head spinning
My spin is heading
Towards your light
On the coattails of a watch and chain…

Tumbling down the word hole
Collecting words,
From the wall of air
That surrounds me,
To consume later…

Too much later
As quixotic adventures
Tilt me away from my pen
And images of you burn ever deeper
Onto the backs of my eyelids

Am I losing you?
Am I losing me?
Do I exist?
Did I ever?

It seems I am always risking
My life
My love…

The roulette wheel
Catches my fall…

Still spinning
I follow the white star
Onto the red
Where the tinker rings her bell
Smiling a Cheshire smile
Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand
And a red-headed pill in the other…

Unblinking
The blue’s stare
Pierces my heart…

The burning flames of the red
Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips
Dissolving on my tongue

I am afraid to open my eyes
But, risking a glance downwards
The insane grin on my mad hat
Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes
That Alice stole from Robin
In Sherwood’s green forest

Now I am calm
As I enter your wonderland…

Melding with your mind
Dancing with your spirit
Swaying with your rhythm
Embracing all that you are

I am holding you so tight…

As the tears roll down my cheeks
The pull of never land
Tearing me from your bed of white roses
Back to the thorns on my bed of nails…

As...

(Right to left)
The pendulum swings

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Midnight Feast

With night vision eyes
she held her supper in sight
as she stooped unheard