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Best Poems Written by George Oxbury

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One

One cold October morning long ago;
I wandered, without purpose, through that gate.
My mind was full of anger, even hate,
But all at once you came to me, and so…
The odds were slim, but then I didn't know;
Our meeting must have been of wondrous fate.
And so it was back then, but now too late;
There only was one chance for this to go.
I still remember times which you might not;
So small, yet such remarkable insight.
My hopes diminished, though; they're all but gone…
Those possibilities I never forgot.
Time passed in darkness but it still shines bright
And I still know that you're the only one.

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Two

Two raindrops fell beneath two clouds in the sky
And it was on that day they came to be
United as they wandered dreamily
Through thoughts of glory as they came to lie
Like tears that slither from a glistening eye.
Two eyes were blinded; thus they could not see.
Still standing beneath the clouds were you and me
But all at once these clouds were set too high.
Divided were the two; I cannot reach
The other one, for we are living now
In worlds all separated by the scorn
Of worlds that lie between. We cannot teach
Each other or another; tell them how
The two were meant to be when they were torn.

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When Sirens Sound

When sirens sound and shatter through the air,
As happened when it dawned; this truth…
That all of us had come to stand and stare
Into the eyes of bygone youth.

The note beneath the body's name told tales:
Malicious plants that seek to blight;
They painted, on his pallid face, the wails
That told us shadows of his plight.

Our grief united all of us, but still,
Observing closely I could see
The two of us united in our ill…
Then will the sirens sound for me?

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Taste of Grit

You think that you can see the lines encasing
Our past exploits from when you called my name?
Well, here we still remain; forever chasing
When I consent to play your charming game.
Perhaps it is a test of my devotion?
I'd journey far beyond those urban streets
If only I could set those gears in motion
With you; although the sunlight now depletes.
I do not fear the air that fills my lungs;
The cold that carries your sweet fallacy.
I long for creamy nights and writhing tongues
For last time, summer never set me free.
But let me see the glisten of your spit.
Leave me to contemplate the taste of grit.

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To Emptiness

Part I:

I stand here looking out across the land;
So vast and yet is covered by one hand.
I turn my head and gaze up at the sky,
Through endless heights that spiral up as I
Turn round and hear them coming from afar,
But never knowing what and if they are
The ones who, from the web of time, were spun
As I see that my journey has begun.

Part II:

I stand upon a mighty post up high
And look upon the world below.
Across this world I cast a critical eye
And ponder all that you don't know.

They all are sanctimonious as they
Preach things of which they never thought.
They teach it all but they have lost their way;
Within their dreams they have been caught.

Stop wasting time and turn your thoughts instead
Towards the thing we know for sure;
Awaken blinded minds within your head
And you are wiser than before.

Part III:

I have emerged from in this life
To see the light of darkened skies.
I leave behind both love and strife
And whisper all my last goodbyes.

I spit into the eyes of those
Who have helped me to realise
The things in life that no one knows,
When all we see and hear are lies.

You look at me but who looks back
Behind dead eyes; forever closed?
Your mind is still under attack;
All happens just as I supposed…

From when I realised the truth:
Ongoing death is greater than
The disillusioned dreams of youth;
All left is just one empty man.

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The Hour of Rebirth

The wise man fixed me with a bright blue eye
And looked at me so deep within.
It was as bright as stars and blue as sky
And so my story shall begin…

When gazing so distractedly from through
The haze, I looked and I did see
The prophet standing there. Before I knew,
These words, so wise, he said to me:

"You live your life so deaf and blind;
It only brings you misery.
Listen to me and free your mind
And then your life shall, too, be free."

I was knocked down and struck upon the ground
But now is time to stand up fast.
I tell my saviour-god that I have found
An answer to my prayers at last.

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Love's Dark Curse

Beneath the holy sun and heaven's light,
Angelic standing here before my eyes;
Of hope and beauty free before my sight;
A sign of life and joy descends from skies.
With anxious heart I pray for you tonight,
That still from in these gems such glimmers shine;
This crystal glow alive and shining bright,
Though such it is that this might not be mine.
Above my head is always falling rain;
Suppress the starlight gleaming from within,
And when it ends I cannot start again
Those pearly orbs to wash away my sins.
If you knew of this curse then you would see,
Within the thrall of love I am not free.

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Nostalgia

I stand before a wall in time,
Gazing through a lake of steel.
The echoes I can never mime;
Memories I cannot feel.

I cast my hand upon the glass,
Reflecting feelings long ago;
Reflections scattered bare and sparse,
Distorting what I think I know.

What was I searching for before?
A flicker of a shadow now?
Still lying on this dusty floor;
Shall ever I discover how?

The slippery slithers in my brain
That tell me of my burning desires
Can recollect the past in vain
But fail to quell their raging fires.

Beliefs that linger on my tongue
Will seek to penetrate my lips
And as they do, my eyes are stung
By all their sharp, deceptive tips.

Forget the name that once meant much;
Remember one who spoke to you…
But when you feel, in time, that touch,
You start to think it was untrue.

Who, now, can tell me what is right
And put me down for what I feel?
With me, do you still seek to fight
When all this time it was not real?

Should we forget about our dreams?
Are we to turn away or hide?
For when we start to mend these seams,
Have we to lose ourselves inside?

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Unheard Affections

Affections that cannot be heard
Will float like dreams upon the breeze;
Will drift and never speak a word,
Dancing amongst the grass and trees.
 
I see you as if through the mist;
Still as you climb into my heart:
All standing, seeing, angel-kissed,
But always from so far apart.
 
If ever I had chance to tell
The reasons for my panicked flight…
But I cannot find words to spell
This darkness nor this blinding light.
 
Instead I ever wearily
Sit on my own and ponder what
Was meant that day you came to me;
Of memories that lie forgot.
 
To that day back I cast my eye,
When from the foggy clouds came you,
As if I fell above the sky,
But then I thought of nothing new.
 
But time then worked its spell on me;
I could but watch as I was drawn
Towards this visage I still see,
Inside my mind; always forlorn.
 
Though when I looked into your eyes,
I realised that I had seen
A glimpse of golden summer skies;
So vibrant as this could have been.
 
But then, with time, my feelings turned
From blissful joy to agony
Or emptiness; inside I burned
And cried to bring you close to me.
 
And now, within this state of mind,
Affections weigh down upon me;
For nowhere else I seem to find
Somebody who could set me free.
 
And now afflicting me is this;
This heavy burden falls on me
With heavy heart, as you I miss,
And heavy it shall always be.
 
So little matters to me now
That I no longer hear a thought
And I no longer wonder how
The flow of time could have been bought.
 
You dance amongst the grass and trees;
Affections still cannot be heard;
Still dreamily float on the breeze
And utter not a single word.
I see you, still, from through the mist
But here, the angels have not kissed.

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Whispers

In all the dreams that plague the nights
Or lying in an ice-cold sweat;
My efforts to suppress these frights
And visions I cannot forget.

The walls look down with piercing eyes;
Their gaze is cold as winter frost;
Reminding me of vicious lies;
These barriers I cannot cross.

The phantoms of a love untold
Are ever swimming through my head
But memories I cannot hold
(Where it began or what was said).

The living loathing of such things
Cannot be said to lie estranged
So far from where the white dove sings;
From where the serpent's coil has ranged.

They do not see tenacious coils
From their perception of the night.
No mercy when the moonlight boils;
We know but we are losing sight.

Pretending of pretentious pains;
Forever standing poised in flight
And following the last remains
Of silent whispers through the night.