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Spring would not be Spring if winters were
not that cold;
Spring would not be as inviting if the
carpet of flowers that bloom w..
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Between the unlocking of my door and bed, I
feel the presence of a caring touch which is no more;
The lengthy shadows of a creeping dusk
anno..
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Loss is a tear from my eyes when I dream of
you with my eyes closed;
Between dreamy wakefulness and deep sleep,
there is a sens..
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Cherry blossoms covered in snow make me
weep; I stumble and fall;
but
perchance, even the Gates of Hades are closed for me;
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This is a completely autobiographical poem based upon scattered images of my childhood days in Wales. It was a long tome ago but when I started puttin..
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Success
is like wine, the more you get, the more it whets your appetite;
The more your thirst gets quenched, the
more you require for the sam..
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Doomed into the world’s oldest profession,
By a callous, victimizing, oppressive
system,
The ‘kerb-walker’ is raped r..
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A teenager with tattered clothes;With callused feet but a heart of gold;I chanced to see one fine noon day;As I trekked my way to an elfin peak.The cr..
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Let us have one last laugh togetherA moment frozen for ever;Before I get to feel that you are no longer mine;Before I see through your infectious smil..
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Sado-masochist with a wry smile and a twisted heart;You have sucked my life and hanged my wrinkled skin on your doorpost;Vodoo priestess of manifold c..
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