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Ode To Marriage

Can I have this hand in marriage dear,
Can you grace me with "I do",
Let the angels sing to Heaven,
Let my heart soar with their tune.
Let us seal our love for we two,
Let no others interfere,
Let Evil, with his one good eye,
Attempt to trick and snare.
Let Age pass on his cares to us,
For bound, we are as one,
We'll ride the heady winds of joy,
Until another song is sung.
Until another song is sung, my love;
We'll drink the drink of fools;
Let passion be our compass,
And a blinding trust our rule.
Let us plant the seeds of new life,
That through Time will resonate,
Let our names be always dear to those,
Who we'll set then on their fate.

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Ode To My Son

Son, for sure that was a blissful day;
When bawling you were passed into our arms,
To be creators of this fragile babe,
To hold another being's captive charm,
As no scriptures will record these miracles,
So let me pen some worthy notes of praise,
So in my age I'll look again and smile,
Re-living moments of fantastic times:
That you were born to us in perfect form;
That you had too been blessed with sturdy health;
That you did in your youngest years stay calm;
And did not seek to grow too soon to man;
That you did keep that loving child in you;
Who still would seek the comfort of our arms;
That you did hold that honest bargain true;
We, supportive parents of respectful child;
You, toiling consciously for our desires;
That you did heed those lessons that we shared;
Born from a wisdom of advanced years;
That you found time to light up hearts with care;
Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself.
So that, on graduation day you did move all,
Who felt the artistry in your recital,
As black caps rained and cheers flew high,
Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.

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Child's Eyes

When I read Othello with my child’s eyes, I saw a master’s artistry at work;
Foul, devil plots, a hopeless love, a monster created but refused.
Victims and sinners alike debased, I saw worlds crushed and a giant fall. 
Convinced of character and poetic muse, I was led through vague words to light passages.

When I read Othello with my adult eyes, I saw an artist bargaining with his theme;
His faceless blocks moved to a sympathy Mass, 
Searching for learning I found divested acts, all meaning and diversity consumed;
My awareness full, so was I then led back and the subject failed.

As I reflect the reading of Othello: two journeys made, one path to follow;
A world was opened through my child’s eyes, for adult eyes to swallow.

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A Lover's Trail

Nature's love ways are sometimes cruel but fair;
Balanced charters set with no inspection; 
A lover's passage laid for those who dare;
Full hearts so often blind to reflection. 

Seek not a path set straight as science rule;
Lucious greenery bathed in brilliance;
Fake thoroughfares may deviate to fool;
And there be Jesters with their dalliance.

Should choices prove this match to be quite true; 
Bounties offered up for tough courses stayed;
That cherished patch takes on a purple hue;
And ushers in a time for accolades.

With each desirous step nirvana nears;
And obstacles once troubling set to side; 
So knowing this and setting by all fears; 
Will you match me then my darling stride for stride.

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Lovell's Wharf

To Lovell's Wharf Warwick and I would go,
In need to find what little of our selfs was left,
After the storm-passions of domestic life had carved their share.
Answering the call, as mating birds do, we took up the song,
Beating rhythmically across her waters, 
To follow her scent riding high on the wind,
To amble gently to her side.
Finding our images mirrored in her depths,
Realising the way that lay ahead,
Past feathered lovers feeding quietly by her banks,
Past the place where I dared Warwick jump,
Towards the foreign ships wherein had always lain adventure.
Remembering those nights Margaret and Suzie - the sailor's friends
Prospered fully by surrendering themselves,
Remembering too, but some yards from Lovell's Wharf;
I lost what little innocence I had stored.

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A Birthday Muse

This time is now to love and laugh,
To celebrate your glorious birth,
Express my thanks your path pursued,
Did lead to this.

Let's drink one glass to fancies passed, 
No treasure brings a greater worth,  
Then passion's pulses stirred up new,
Each time we kiss.

What birthday gift could I then craft,
But then to be your willing serf,
And you the subject of my muse
'Til we desist.

Through changing times true feelings last, 
As seasons shale, remolding earth,
Note; nothing shakes or bends my view,
That you exist.

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What Nature Does

Now dull to my eyes
These coins have seen a sea change
From man’s plated gold

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My Love Is Like

My Love is like a cherished gift I covet in my room,
My Love is like a budding shoot forever caught in bloom.

My Love is like a melody I captured whilst in dream,  
Of a lilting sensuality of a pleasure quite serene. 

The passion of my Love can sear and yet can also heal,
There is no bar can measure how intense my Love can feel.

My Love warms me in winter's chill but cools my irate state;
With calming words of meaning my Love knows what soothes my aches. 

I have seen my Love shed tears of pain as passions overrun,
I have seen a sorrow in my Love from hurts that I have done,

And yet I felt forgiveness from my Love that is so deep,
Absolving me from my past wrongs and setting me then free.  

My Love lives that which teachings say as goodly souls we should,
Engender in each other and instill within our youths.

My Love is solid fundament of realism pure; 
Not concepts or imaginings of damsels in knight's lore.

And yet the magic that my Love displays for me each day;
Would put to shame all fantasy in children's fairy tales.

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Not Charity But Love

I give this not because I dare,
I do not give because of fear,
I give because I really care,
And always will.

Let others wring their hands and frown,
Reflect on values tearing down;
How mighty hands do let us drown,
When times are shrill.

Take you this heart-felt gift for this;
That we are one entwined in bliss;
What we envisaged does exist,
But we are blind.

Cast wayward eyes to nearer ground,
And measure worth in this compound, 
The gems we seek already found,
As by design.

So as the toll of human waste,
Mounts at a still increasing pace,
I will not let you farrow ways,
Alone at night.

This journey is for us to share,
And by my oath to this I swear,
For Time will whisper “were you there?”
What should we write.

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The White Angel

Speak not to me of Edelweiss,
Come share this scene;
Cast jealous eyes towards Lucerne,
For by it’s banks, in verdant calm,
There reigns the White Angel supreme.

Mis-stepping tourists, hounds unleashed,
The rudest climes;
She only bends towards the east,
And when she’s plucked, unreadily,
Soon, phoenix-like anew she shines.

For those who pass but see her still,
Do ken her worth;
Unchallenged purity pervades,
For as she sleeps through daylight hours,
Displays her brilliance on earth.

As Night descends the Angel wakes,
Now magic shows!
Her dark interior unfolds,
She fades into Night’s majesty,
Swayed only by his rhythmic prose.

One whispers of her origins -
A gypsy's fate.
I only know that since I glanced,
Medusa bound, my lifetime’s spent,
Fixated in her mystic wake.