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MY poetry is written with an intuitive passion for rhythm, action and flow.The content is mostly congruent, meaningful, thought provoking & of interest.

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Poem: Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017

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Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017

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Poem: Asymetricality

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 Asymetricality 

 
Done the work , turned the page
Waitn still for my hard earned wage.
Wait I will, wait I might , wait forever 
Won’t change my  plight,
Been for nothing can’t be right.
 
The deeds, the feeds,  the offers
The comments, the quotes, the quirks
The story , the saying, the waiting.
 
My offers, cheerful bright & gay
The price my customer has to pay
The objects rich clean & fine
Wait for owners , patient , Time 
 
In vain this game, the pain, the price,
The products fame, changes naught.
Caught
 
Asymmetries ,
Asymmetrical ,
Irregularities,
Asymetricalities.
Liam
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Poem: Lets get in Step

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Lets get in Step

I will love and find a way to step into your stride,

Hold your hand in storm and in surging tide.

Wide, spread welcome arms to fold you in a happy cry.

A laugh, a simple beating of my heart.

The hearth, the home, a we grown place well known.

Can you, could you, will you, would you

Step in touch?

Embrace, the pacing thud of LOVES red blood.

This day the moment of your turning step.

The door is wide, a stage new set.

In stride we march,

An eyebrow arched,

A twinkle from a smile is cast.

Into the dawning of a bright new day.

On sunbeams warm I carry you,

Here with me

Now to stay

Forever and yet one more day.

Liam March 2014

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POEM

A Poem telling the story of desperation and redemption

Angel of Hope

Desperation muse

Of all the times I have waited
Wondering when and why
It’s the moment now that’s  fated
to receive my belated cry.
I cry & call & wish & swear
No difference makes my mood unfair

In silent scream I have to know
What’s going on, where now to go.
With what to do, with whom to show
The Feelings which  I only Know .

Is this cloud with silver lined?
The leaded grey with doubt profound
Holds my gaze, with wrinkled brow
A fascination paralyzed in fear
A grip of steel the end so near.

Then flashes unexpected light
The ray redemption’s calling flight
Back from the edge of darkness
Calling hope….a sliver of silver…

Lpk 2011