Best Gerrard Poems

"I don’t think of all the misery
but of the beauty that still remains."
Anne Frank

My heart does mourn looking through windows pane,
As my eyes adorn the bright blue summer’s sky…
My spirit torn for I touch the brittle rain,
And the flowers born speak to me before they...

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prologue's entry  

it’s as ancient as 
the salt missing
in the dead sea
it doesn’t hold
that essence 
in its tears

it looks over 
its dominion

the souls 
kissing its feet
entry point 
found in the cracks of
over zealous blowing 
their self-righteousness

stood on 
soap boxes
they know better
let them speak 
watch...

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essence 

The winds of war
lift the essence 
of man to face
the face of man 
each speak 
over the other
listening for 
the true soul’s
confirmation

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Easter, 2022.


“Mirror Medusa” / Lisa Gerrard, Silver Tree
https://youtu.be/9LJt6Q80Zmg
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"Freedom Sees - Part 1"

Sailing
her clear 
Aqua Green 
oceans
floating 
mysterious exotic
fragrant 
Dark Pink 
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat, 
gifts sent  
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated, 
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their 
confetti...

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Human Rights June 27,2015

Human rights for you and me
 Palestinian children living free
 People free without a tear
 Children playing without fear
 Irish children white, orange and green
 A united Ireland without the queen
 A new Ireland for me and you
 Living in peace with...

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"WINTER"


the beautiful season 
of suspension
where we find 
our true selves

hibernating

under sacred blankets
of wisdom won 
dreaming of all 
the days past, gone 

in the never complete

and we dream 
in songs
of the other life
approaching

beautiful, 
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine, 

more truer 
than true

than the heavy
coloured cloaks 
covering lost victories
in...

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The talent of this England team
Will overcome the rest
Because the players on display
Are simply the best.

James our keeper will save every shot
He's experienced and so cool
Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole
The defence they both will rule.

John Terry solid as a rock
With King at his side
While Lennon...

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An Irish State of Mind July 20, 2013

In a New York bar, pretty far, with Donegal on my mind
 Missing my country, miss my friends, in an Irish state of mind
 Donegal town, Bundoran, Killybegs to Malin Head
 I miss them all that’s for sure,...

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"The Black Habit"



Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors

The Black Habit
no natural skin

torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss 

Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs in your ears

Like a Black Cat
Bast never rests

Like a Black Cat
Bast skirts your whiskers

Breezes over your lips
The Black Habit lifts

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




“Space...

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"50 Words for Poe: Sibylline"




Hush your mind



In ancient Persia 
Her sands
drift through your divination hands
Through Her dark mirrors,dethroned now 
Xerxes,you stand before Her naked 
Clairsentient seeps Her ancient wisdom 
Her opium gift to you



Elusive, Her heart 
bares witness from the Never Slept vast fathomless dimensions...

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The Final Mile                    December 7, 2013     


Madiba can I walk with you 
On your final mile of life 
As you grace the...

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Color Blind                        April 1, 2017
 
Color blind, just a little child
No hate to show with love inside
I’m not alone I have a...

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The Long Road Home                    April 3, 2016
 
It's been a struggle on our long road home
Troubled times for our people, ourselves alone
We've lost our friends and...

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My Irish Jewel             May 15, 2016
 
They took a piece of my land, six of thirty two
They came with might and stole it, England shame on you 

You took a piece of my...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"



Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always

No Home
Man on Fire 
Afraid

Freedom to be found in the...

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