Best Falter Poems

Oh my dearest love, how longingly I recall
Amorous wink of joy, teasing zealous eyes
When you held my hand on journey of life
And never let go...

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POTD 10th May 2018

A dedication to our departed Mum, Anne Forbes.
 And to all the dearly departed Mums who celebrate Mother’s day on the second...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded...

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'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy...

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August wind, glass moon,serendipity...
two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow.
Hundred miles away, clouds gather
to fondle the opening and closing
of after- midnight refrains,
both trespassing...

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If I should reach out, will you take my hand,
and hold me ‘til I reach that promised land?
Will you stay with me after tears have...

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MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing...

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she leans back and points bare toes at clouds
chains creak their rhythmic squeak, hypnotic loud
taken aback, her hair sails slipstream flung
downstream freedom for a moment...

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Lay me down gently, softly sing me to sleep
Whisper sweet nothings for me to keep
Harmonise with me as day turns to night 
Sooth me with...

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~words reflect ripples
~across a pond of dreaming
~syllables falter

 ~ ukiyo wabi-sabi
~ a thought feather floating down
~ haiku writes itself...

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Ask not how did he die
But how did he live,
Not how did he fall
But how did he rise;

Ask not what did he gain
But what did...

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Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent...

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I took you for your final walk
On that crisp and sunny day
The blanket round your 
shoulders
To keep the chill at bay

We didn't talk the way...

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I SURRENDER

My God You read my thoughts...
You know what's in my heart...
You know my desires, my needs and  my wants;
You know what brings me...

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Your wings aren't broken,
just bruised and singed.  
From holding them to tightly 
against a burning breast of sin.
    The journey must...

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