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Free Tiger

Tip toe as I look to seek,
furtive in my main approach.
careful of my whiskers throat,
I need them to twitch and gloat.


My coat it gleams, I am so proud,
my muscles compliment my shroud.
My stripes, the're pensive.
I do not like to show them.
I have them so I can hide,
not from you humans.
Oh no.
From my prey.

I am free you see.
I am not a coat,
a walls design, waywardly impressive though that would be.
Hmmm I am not even a pair of slippers or a hat.

I am me, surreptitious in my approach.
The king of my domain, nature intended it you see.
I am the feline of my jungle.
I am set to roam without a fee.
I am set to be me ........ just 'cause I'm free. 

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2013

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The Postie

The Postie

Yet again I write to you,
The postie with the fluid song.
The picture with a youthful bling
The solemn traits of a serious queen.
A salaciousness that puts all in awe
A genuineness that fights with gore.

Sveltely trussed with beauties bond,
Sexiness that spells come on.
Digression is an easy fate,
Especially if confronted with such daint.

Splendiferous with grace and nonchalant taste,
Your lips they speak with a hypnotic embrace.
Your cheeks they light up a wintry sky,
Your face is welcome at any old time.

I have a flower, its’ coloured in yellow,
I’m going to place it under your chin.
Watch it sparkle against your soft whim,
Tell you a line and see your nice grin.

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2013

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Stunning little cupcake,
good enough to be a Queen.
Even when a hasty day is done your beauty continues to gleam
Is there anything that exists that could tone your glamour down.
In simple terms, no there is not !

Why ?

Because you are like an eternal sun. Even when you cannot see it you know it's burning way up high.

Its' a fact, it's there. Your stunning grace always prevails.

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2014

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Just you

Svelte, salacious, enticing A determination No .. just you

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2012

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How ?

How can the world end up a quagmire of irrelevant destruction. Is it not ourselves who delved too deep, encircled territory, distributed weep. We dug the fathomless hole we find ourselves in yet, we seem to intrinsically force the blame onto other entities.


We are not distant, we are not uneducated, we are not even immortally bound by the governs we deliver.

An encircling of hate fills the putrid air, the staleness of resolution, far ended, hanging in its’ own, administered fate. A swirling, bubbling mass of undercurrent fills every ocean. Blood and money washing away the very essence of life.

Is this the way?

Copulation with the destroyer?

Humanity inbred with itself; a fatal deliverance of the rules.


Surreptitious in its’ approach, delicate in its’ balance. Like a misting fog coursing its’ way through every concourse of life. Its’ fingers caressing, tickling the treasure, nurturing with its’ endeavour to cook the air still and to clean the clots from the sky.

Feel the staid, breathe the wave, tenderize the flavour of evolution. Evolve the devolution that we are rutted firmly in, twist it on its’ head and realize the intrepid state we find ourselves fraught with.
Caress the real, absorb what could be so deep in your veins that you live it and smolder its last breath. We are the people, we are us, we are the same, we are of one, so why?  Just why? 

Is this the way?

To fight and to clash, to sing and to pray, deliver us from evil and all what comes may. Bombs exploding, terse words rebounding, heaven and hell merged as if one. Break free from the strop, hare like a hare, soar like a bird, needless despair.

Be free, stop flouting and flaying, courting and baying, whistle the boundaries of all that is good.
Be free, don’t hinder, betray, purge or dismay, let us stand up with a gracious affray.
I bow down to thee, fluent with ease, put down the carcass and build up with with no fees.

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2012

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Somewhere on a mountain high,
there was a vision sweeping by,
Flowing hair, whistling as she flew.
Piercing eyes scuttling me right through.
She spoke in whispers devoid of all lament.
Only sweet nothings yet sincerely meant.

She let me know that she was there.
In all her glory, how did I fare.
I fell in love with the song she spoke.
Never forget, I said bespoke.

What I mean is simple see,
yet only to us, you and me.
My heart will soar and when it does,
it will embrace the essence of your broth.

Amazing though fate will seem, 
put through strife and all latrine.
There will never be a single moment,
when I forget you are the deemed.

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I see your beauty, I sense your calm,
I feel your breath intense within.
I know the time is nearly here,
For you to come and claim your lair.

I see your strength, I see your fight,
I see your whimsical delight.

Why me I can ask myself,
Yet it will not get anywhere.
The truth laid bare, that's the way,
Maybe I deserved this way.

I see your knowledge, I see your disguise,
I see your being cursing through.

Lest I do not get the chance,
let me say my only chant.
I saw your beauty, I was hooked,
nothing there will ever change.

Such attention, such devotion,
such an evil to be admired.

You know nothing of evolution,
all you know is destruction.
All you touch, all you seek,
You are a void of malignant obligation.

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To write is to hold, to cherish and adore.
It is to absorb all around you and put it into words.
It's to make history, the telling of your soul.
It speaks for itself, it needs no spoken word.

To read is your own perception, take it as you will.
It is your life that you reap as you read with all intent.
Every story has an end, yet your mind can add a new chapter with an endless clarity.

Hold onto this and feel what you wish.

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I used to watch your beauty pass,
Hoping you would stop and grasp.
In awe of your beauty, I wished that you were mine.
I thought ‘ how lucky would I be ‘.
My little bit of perfection,
Such an angel, demure with no affliction,
Far too good for me.

You are a graceful wisp, a delicacy of the finest flavour.
You are the air I breathe, the flowers that I smell,
You are the woman I wake up to, and the dreams I go to sleep with.
There is not an ounce of me that does not love you,
Nor is there a millimeter of my being that does not yearn for you.

You came into my life like an earthquake hitting home.
Your sweet sounds, your resolute opinion,
Your very own demeanor cascading down,
All coursing through my veins with the vehemence of an unstoppable tide.
You’re everything.

Am I dreaming above my weight, could this really be my fate.
To have the love of you so proud, to hold you every day with shroud,
To be the one to caress your lips, to heal your woes, be your support.
What is it that I have done to get to cherish my only one.

You’re amazing, every day you shine my light.
I’m stunned, a thunderbolt embedded deep into my heart.
There is only underestimate, no one,
 not even you can truly fathom exactly how much I love you.
I will endeavour to show you every day.

                                                                  C armelita
                                                                  A dventurous to the core
                                                                  R esplendent beauty.
                                                                  M ely to some,
                                                                  E verything to me.
                                                                  L uscious in all you are
                                                                  I ngrained with allure,
                                                                  T actile with every pore.
                                                                  A true Enigma.

You are the apple of my existence,
To take you for granted would be to insult civilization itself.
I am star struck, I am numb with love for you.
I have never felt this before.

You are akin to an array of mystic galaxies,
Your heaven and earth are all my fantasies,
You are the greatest I have ever seen,
You are my life with all esteem.

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2012

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Thank you

Thank you for your slightest whim.
Thank you for your swagger.
Thank you for your deep portrayal.
Thank you for your comments

Your words they mean so much,
lifting me each day.
Whether sad or full of joy,
straightforward, with a play.

To know what you have thought about,
or even how you feel.
That feels like a family,
an extended one for real.

There is no season that will pass,
where I don't recall.
Poetry Soup is just that,
the tastiest one of all.

Copyright © Dougie Sargent | Year Posted 2013