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Daisy Reilly Poem
Crow
Singer Songwriter Poet
Crow
Crow Crow is here
A soldier on the wire
A Telegraph To let me know
You are here
You are the Crow
Crow is here
A soldier on the wire
Violet black darkness descends
Dawn of a day
Indigo white light
Rises to the Skies
Crow is here
A soldier on the wire
The keepers of the street
Marching morning web feet
Seeking Hiding
Beaks on earth to eat
In a mist amongst the trees
where the horses nay to heel
Crow is here
A soldier on the wire
Free like the winds in the hills
Whistling from the telegraph poles
We are free to be
Birds of Mother Earth
Perching claws
Foot soldiers laws
Amongst the blessed fields
Cracking a call
Goodnorning
Goodmorning
Goodmoring to you all ....
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2023
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To loose your children to The Lie ..I cried an ocean of tears everyday and every night ...for years and years time ticked slowly by and I dreamed that one day my children will once again be by my side ...
I cried and cried knowing the damage that will be done and there was nothing I could do but to have faith in The Truth , Our Sun ...
And the truth is be the best you can be and your children will find there way home , back to mum , That's me .
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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Daisy Reilly Poem
Our Broken Wings
Held in Our Hearts of Gold
And I am Torn Too
To Shreds
Our feathers shed,
Clawed by The Cat of all Predators
My heartless heart
And I Kneel weary before Our Rising Sun
Bathed once more
In the Glory
Of coming home...
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2023
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Daisy Reilly Poem
Oh my darling
My Sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
In our troubled history
Lost are we
Wondering
Whispering
Fallen Leafs
Tussling and rustling upon our street
Read and burnt beneath our feat
Angels caught in tears
Hope for happier years
Now silence weeps
Our Russian Queen
We never made it home
Back to thee
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
Babooshka
Tiara karma sutra
The truth within your grace
Our life we sacrificed
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
Babooshka
Tiara karma sutra
The truth within your grace
Our life we sacrificed
In our troubled history
Lost are we
Wondering
Whispering
Fallen Leafs
Gather Us All
Under Thee
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2023
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Daisy Reilly Poem
Love is..
The scent of a rose
a twinkle in your eyes
me on my tippee toes
Love is....
sitting on my living room floor
sipping my sweet green tea
singing you make me happy
Love is...
The morning sun
shining on you and me
where timeless sychronicity has begun
Love is...
The flight of a bee
from the dell of an old oak tree
wild beauty
for all to see
gathering nectar for our spoonful of honey
Love is....
You see in me, I see in you
an honesty of humility
a love that is true
Love is...
In the sea,the skies in me
a bird of paradise
free to fly
gentle and warm
feeling at ease
Love is....
Like the dance of a butterfly
sensual
sexuality
rising high
in the sunset of our eyes
Love is ....
Sobriety
Love is...
as love is.....
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2017
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Each morning the curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun ..
I dragged myself in slow motion from my slumber and painfully washed my face , this took hours and days to wash the darkness away ...
and it was still only 9am
my thoughts on the mountain I had to climb that day , to finally reach the top .
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror and I am back in my bed again like Groundhog Day , each morning my curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun and it began again, the darkness of the abyss dragging me into its pit ... that was the journey of my soul for a few years and a bit..
I would watch the water flow from my tap ... and think .. look look at the wonder and miracle of that ...
I would taste the finest coffee and walk the mountains of Colombia in my mind and this very thought would help me on my way .. up the mountain we climb x
The sweetness of chocolate , a heavenly pleasure , a taste of grace , though my spirit may have been tortured I am grateful for the emergence and pleased to be awake .
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2021
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Daisy Reilly Poem
I
Am
Daisy
A wildflower
Grown
In the eyes of a child
Written on the wing
In the bin
Bustin out
The words of a $in
You put me on the wall
Scratched a war
Violation upon my soul
Let me get something straight
Gangsters fear
The Peel
In Lost boys
Marginalised
Barefoot
Bleeding
Criminalised
Walking Broken bottled lies
Where the bible
Bares The Truth
At the gate
Gossip cuts the tongue
And it's okay
I've got yer
My Valentine
Doctor Mammers
Gonna sing you
A diamond birds song
Walking the chain felony
On the other side
Keeping it alive
Walking the chain melody
On the other side
I got nothing more to give
Nothing more to hide
No more
No
No more
I got nothing more to give
Nothing more to hide
So
Let me get something straight
Gangsters fear
The peel
In the Lost boys
Marginalised
Barefoot
Bleeding
Criminalised
Walking broken bottlesd lies
Where the Bible
Bares the Truth
At the gate
Gossip cuts the tongue
And it's okay
I've got yer
My Valentine
Doctor Mammers
Gonna sing
You a diamond birds song
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2023
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Daisy Reilly Poem
On the shore I see the colours of the skies that whisper on the ebb and flow of the tide .
My quiet thoughts gently tumble in my mind and I am free
To just be
Barefoot on pebbles
My faerie kingdom by the sea
My home where you will find me ..
Looking up towards the morning sun , shimmers the glimmers of hope , the breath of love upon the waters and I hear a wish from a fishermans boat.
We dance upon a dream
Flutter amongst the clouds
Our thoughts in peace and prayer
We sing a song serene out loud
Spellbound on the lochs of Bonnie Wee Scotland
My home
My heart
My written letters
Always and Forever
Amen
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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Within our souls we draw the sword of love
We are mothers fathers grandparents friends and lovers
All Angels guided from above ...
Within our souls we draw the sword of love
We walk the baron sands and I am with you
Holding your beautiful little hands ..
Within our souls, we draw the sword of love
Yesterday has gone and tomorrow we may never know
We walk the baron sands and I am with you
Holding your beautiful little hands...
All that is precious and no man can take
Is the spirit of our love our souls that passover through
The pearly gates
No man nor beast can take the spirit of our love
We are here to help
We are Angels
We passed over
We are love
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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Ear, Ave u herd of a cow
she goes by the name of 6373,
an itch between her toe,
she has horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders are ready to go...
Wait one minute
so you can see
I' ll fetch the Lantern for Mrs O Leary...
You dashed about the factory
looking for the oil
kicked a Lantern over
Chicargo burned to the soil....
You blamed it on the cow 6373
an itch between her toe
horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders ready to go .....
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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