New world poetry

Poets sanctuary

Strangled at birth the Truth they seek

like forest rain under your feet

the sunrise crowns the poets speech

whilst humble patrons all do meet

Nowhere doth truth seekers declare

the wisdom's of the writers Fayre

in mists of time where children play

whilst farmers toil and maketh hay

The rivers flow with fish to spare

where concrete paths are born n bred

where chalk hills craft the poets pen

the artist paints the scene and then

Where lovers stroll and stop to kiss

amidst the joys of graceful bliss

where robins chirp and old men cry

across the fields of wonderous sighs

The rabbits scamper o'er the dales

where soldiers mourned and prophets fell

whilst wise men craft their words of fame

the poets journey begins again

The cross they bore was weighed with pain

where arrows fell and songs refrain

lit up the skies and wind and rain

where wisdom seeks the path in vain

Where leaders planned and kings did reign

mankind will never see their likes again

across the channels of a prayer

the poet cast his lines all bared.

A woman of substance

I don't know the country she came from or the folks she onetime knew

they sais she was poor in her mind but rich in her heart and oh so dead smart

i didn't know her origins or where she went to school

i didn't know her mentor or where she learned the rules

I guess she was a prophet way before her time

although she never had No religion reasons or rime's

she was educated by nature and grew to understand life's fame

she was dressed in clothes of many colors and she lived for his name

I didn't know her parents or how rich full family

i guess she was so beautiful cause she meant to world to me

her speech was kind gentle and she had the masters touch

she was raised in speech and wonders and she was so much in tune and trust

I guess she was a woman of grace and fame though she walked in Truth again

they say there's no one like her or has been after or before

She collected friends like souvenirs and vagabonds gave a smile or two to fools

She was special in her ways and she walked with the common touch

there's no way to explain her whereabouts or her willingness to care

I saw her in the springtime when they sold Flowers at the Fayre

her epitaph was carved in stone a monument of Powert

she wandered through our lives then left just like fresh spring showers.

Shadowlands

When you know your thruthfull path and you have a love that lasts

when the flowers bloom in spring to stop your wanderings

when the sun comes down to rest in the shadows il be blessed

your not unlike the rest in your worship of lifes tests

Theres a path for every home leads to hope and mothers tones

in the midst of ectasy where the faithfull live so free

theres a bluebird on the wings you can hear the blackbird sing

oer the heaths and common lands where the common gypsy stands

Theres a voice i love to hear in the shadows of my fears

theres a kiss that blessed the night when my love puts out the light

theres a heartbeat like a drum when we caress as one

in the deepest sanctuary where the flags blow victory

il be homeward waiting still like a prophet on a hill

Down the sanctuarys of time where he kissed her loving rhymes

where the sun comes up each day amidst the lambs at play

theres a love thats true and dear in my heart il treasure her

in the sweet caress of time wel be grafted on the vine

like two flesh as one within the lovers hum

Where the blossoms shed their tears in the valley of the years

where the deers do run and play wel be running through the hay

though the ground is hard abnd mean where the valley springs its dreams

il hold fast to my love like no other come before

Wel live in ectasy in the forests of the free

where the voice is cool and true just long light years from poole

in the secret sanctuary where il kiss her lovingly

where the spring burst free and sweet and il sweep her off her feet

hen wel run to claim our grace in the beauty of that place

and il see her loving face and be blessed in thruth and grace.

 LIGHT YEARS AWAY 

Two and a half light years from now down the beaten tracks of time

where no man knows the solution except for love and wine

far out in the distance where memories come to roost

there's a shadow of remembrance where mankind has cooked his goose

Forever and forever they played that dreary tune

where the sun rests on the morrow on a lonesome afternoon

where the poets preach their birthrights and a lonesome sparrow flies

where the virgin maidens shed her clothes for all adoring eyes

All along the watchtower where the angels spread their wings

they played the anthem daily and swung on golden swings

the forests hide no deep regrets for lonesome fools to feel

whilst lovers kiss within the trees where the willows bend and reels

The triumphant major leads the crowds and the dog barks in the night

whilst fishermen and sailor boys dreams of lustfull rights

the harbor welcomes travelers whilst the lonesome jackal calls

to welcome all those foolish gals and those who lost their cause

The victims of providence were settled in their prayers

above the room where seers once dwelled and well beneath the stairs

the abandoned intellectuals sighed and offered sympathy

whilst dreamers dreamed and young girls schemed

many moons ago.

CRADLE OF LOVE 

Im rocked in the cradle of love

with the moon up above

in the arms of my love

im rocked in the cradle of love

I see the lord smiles on me

im as happy as happy can be

with the moon up above

in the arms of my love

im rocked in the cradle of love

Im happy to be here each day

where the cock crows

roosters do play

where theres blooms on the trees

with sweet honey bees

im rocked in the cradle of love

Im happy to be here today

tomorrow i could be on my way

with my words il dictate

love it sure did come late

but im rocked in the cradle of love..

IN THE HEART OF THE COUNTRY

 In the heart of the country

where my pen has come to rest

I'll forever be indebted

to the poets of the best

Where the heather speaks their language

where the willow bends its boughs

where the rivers ran so smoothly

where lovers made their vows

In the heart of the country

where the rabbits still run free

where the Fox's and the deers are bred

where the lambs are playing on the hills

Where the clover paints the meadows sweet

where the Lillie's spread the lakes

where the poets write of majesty

down English country lanes

Where the haystacks glorify the scenes

of five barred farming gates

where the tractor runs the hills at night

where there's couples down each lane

Here the cock crows in the dawning

here the dogs bark every day

where the roses bloom in springtime

to greet you on your way.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RAINBOW 

On the other side of the rainbow

where my poetry comes to rest

there's a place they call the sanctuary

its the place i love the best

Where the swallows swoop at sunset and the bees all play that tune

where the forests hide their secrets on a summers afternoon

there's a garden of remembrance where the cherubs love to play

where the roses bloom in summer and smell of sweet perfume

There's a hundred thousand reasons and a world so rich in love

where god plays his anthems daily in the moments of a prayer

where the trees offer forgiveness in the shady nooks and fares

the lambs were playing leapfrog and the streams all glide along

where the swans and seagulls paint the scene

where the melodies are strung

Its a place beyond the hillsides

where the rainbow comes to rest

where the artist sets his easel

and the maidens all undress..

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IF 

If all the world was Christendom and all the seers were saints

if all the packages wrapped up tight held reason and content

if all the seas were golden spray and Truth and all the trees were grace

if all the rivers run through life and granted time and space

If all the pastures were plentifully and green

with tumbling hills of Ecstasy and with rabbits in between

if all the virtues of this world were granted to us fools

would love and peace be sanctified inside our inner rules

If God did smile upon the weak anf offer grace each day

would men still gain the upper hand and then play the losing game

if childish pranks and old men's woes were both one and the same

would we count the tears of sorrows there and wash it down the drain

If all the virtues and the pain of solitude were found

in lovers kisses in the night underneath the scarlet gown

where wise men write their epitaphs and soldiers go to war

despite the nectar of the bees and the love that's granted amore

The humble poet sighs for peace

but none yet can be found

only the wanton greed of men

left crying underground.

Caribbean conquests

On the Caribbean conquests its like riding on the waves

with his cutlass drawn for battles

and his over boards and slaves

with his flag still flying high with jolly roger fame

he rides the seven seas till he See's land again

Oh the pirates and the parrots have all sailed from the bays

where the salty foams still rising from the charter miles sway

when the boy up in the crows nest yells land upon the shore

you've gotta count your blessings that its a foreign shore

There's bullion's in the galleons and gold to deck the land

with cannons firing daily and a pirate loyal band

there's a view to set the hearts a racing

and a spyglass set to see

all the seven wonders

from the seven roaring seas

The cabin boy was crying and the wench was sleeping free

with virgin flesh awaiting him and a road to victory

there's a tavern somewheres waiting and rum too fit to pour

with seven gorgeous virgins awaiting him on another foreign shore.

 Teenage years

I wandered through teenage philosophies in the borderland of the blues

where yesterdays meet tomorrows in the splitting of the news

i chanced upon a game of tears where heartaches come and go

where everyone knows your business and all your fears and moods they show

i strolled into absurdity where conversations come and go

where all your friends and neighbors meet with all the folks you know

i stepped upon an-others heart and felt the petals fall

where tears ans meanings mean so much many moons ago

The fickleness of springtime days and lonely moonlight night

where dreams and aspirations meet there in the pastel light

i kissed the lips of beauty soiled with virgin flesh and more

then stumbled through my innocence and was then i wanted more

The candle flickered in the breeze and the ship it sailed from shore

whilst stars they twinkled in the dark and my hopes were asking more

the romance of the moment hour like seconds on a chain

of coincidence and fallen realms where lovers danced and dreamed

The solitude of youth that sprung its flower of delight

was stifled by logistic thoughts and adults vagrant sights

the fun and glamor of the day was stifled by a tear

where childhood lost its innocence through the teenage years.

Promises left unfulfilled

When the love of life is calling you and the wisdom speaks its truth

when the sorrows of the world is deep and language so uncouth

when the heartbreaks of this moment send messages of war

where the blossoms grow on trees and bush you wonder what its for

Where the lonesome soldiers dance for free and the weeping willow bends

where the leaves shiver in the breeze whilst the foolish gals pretend

where the water runs through cooling streams and the river haunt the downs

where the sun comes up every day and disappears at night

Where the happiness of the moment shares its grace for all to see

when the children share the moment and sing their songs for free

when the promises she offered him were wanton vows of trust

when he kissed her in the moonlight and they shared that love or lust

Down through paths of history we were told the sacred lies

by foolish men of teaching fame and teachers of the wise

though Truth lie hidden in our hearts we took their words for fact

then went to war upon the downs where the youth never came back

The horrors of this vanity were hidden in a dream

which wise seers avoided and cast out from their peers

all the fears of mankind were shuffled in the pack

but the cards were laced with suicide and the jokers name was jack.

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