Poem: Paradise
The cherry picked and eaten,
The day so ripe and blue.
Your lips they shine like deep red wine.
I laugh and so do you.
As wild and sweet the berry,
The buzz of bees they sing.
In the air your golden hair,
Shines with the bell that rings.
The fruit the life the loving,
The way our journey spins.
To that place in paradise,
The end where this begins.
Liam 2018
Poem: Before the Touch
Before you touch.
Before her hands intertwine with mine.
Before we greet, eyes
Moist with the dew of dawn.
Appreciate the subtlety.
Enjoy the knowing that you’re also being absorbed.
Soaked into fabric of her mind.
What ever soul might be,
be it this.
A magical, invisible yet intangible touch.
It’s pungency lingers like carnations.
Carrying my heart out of my body.
I’m flooded with words,
Awed in standing silence.
Quivering our lips smile & we meet
The moment beautiful.
Liam
Poem: The Shell
Whilst walking forth on a shelly strand,
Squeak fresh grains of salty sand,
crunch & grind , waves surge & pound,
I stoop & scoop , a thing profound ,
I’d found.
An unknown form of sheer delight,
This thing unique to me.
I question creations geometry .
What genius deep in cosmic mind ,
Did Create this fantasmagorical find?
Some subtle touch of starry light ,
Spinning far in a galactic night,
Weave forming threads , gestalt begins.
Evolutionary cosmology.
Geometrical congeniality.
The spiral form unfolds in loops.
Filigrain structure convolutes.
A galactic form finds growing life.
The planet spins,
Thousands spawn , new life begins, a thing is born.
Braced between the wet & lee,
Feet awash in froth blown sea.
This micro cosmic miracle lies,
The macro cosmic in the sky’s
Asleep it’s secrets keep me high
I live the question , the meaning ,
why?
Liam
Eckernforde 2012
Poem: Awakeing
If the day would bring you back.
Morning fresh, as dew upon the wing.
To me,
Awaking,
Beams of light and joy.
Yes, this is what I’d sing.
“Golden apples,
Jingling bells, ring with all the morning.
Heart my trumpet is a calling,
Joy, be happy let me sing.”
It’s you, returned to hold me.
My lover of those nights.
You who left me standing.
You who tore away my anchor.
Who simply, flew away.
I wave, the roar fades.
Words reflect off the fuselage of my soul.
I speak in vapour trails.
Now in dreams asleep I find you,
Curled in featherd down.
Plucked from that pillow,
A smile transforms the frown.
A kiss returns my harbour.
A laugh we spinning fall.
It’s In these early hours,
Twixt dawn and waking call.
We eat the wild berries,
The juice, sweet natures call.
White lilies, red the roses.
The basket full our dreams.
We dancing taste the dew drops light.
So real this truly seems.
Liam 2016
Poem: Perhaps
Perhaps I haven’t arrived, at where and who I’ve always wanted to become.
How wonderful I’m no longer there where I began though.
This way is my way, my journey of saying that I’m learning.
I’m growing, moving towards.
The I, I am yet to be.
Not caught but free, in perceiving now and again.
Whom it is who wonders,
ponders the colour of a flower.
Whom it is who reflects,
on thoughts,
my own too.
Whom it is who observes,
me.
Perceives me observing
Observes me wondering
Experiences me thinking
Touching my meaning.
Perhaps its just me laughing out loud.
Perhaps I’ll still see me, with my head in the cloud .
Liam January 2018
Poem: Death
Should death us part.
For but a fragment of time.
Let still this fragment shine.
A shard, nothing but a shattered piece of
Me remains to see,
Reflect a life gone by.
I might cry, not understand the why.
The meaning of no good-by…
Yet the light of good shines on,
Shines strong, shines long…
Enough to wake me from this pain.
Gone lame my mind
Help to find
The day anew,
To share & to review
What we still have to share
What we still have to bare.
What we still have to do.
Liam 2016
Wishing you all, yes all you wonderful creative interesting people , the best not only this 2018 but all the days ahead..HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! Liam Kennedy
Poem: Friends
Could a ray of light be brighter,
Than the sparkle in your eye ?
The smile thats full of diamonds,
Your hair like gold & rye !
We find a friend
We feel complete
We touch the sky
We shed a cry
We hear the beat
I touched your lips, the softness
sweet music in the air.
I felt your skin, the warming
A face , your beauty fair .
So each moment is unique
The clock ticks on
The high clouds Sweep
We find a friend
We feel complete
We touch the sky
We shed a cry
We hear the beat
it Echoes …..reverberates
our Universe …..pulsates
my Heart… ….generates
The power of joy
The elation , the fun
The laughter & smiling
The Feeling of ONE.
We find a friend
We feel complete
We touch the sky
We shed a cry
We hear the beat
LIam
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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 and interesting.
My poetry is magnified when spoken.
It will demand concentration, perhaps even repetition before you discover the pulse.
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My best to you dear friend.
Liam
The imminent
In the frailty of this uncertain moment.
between the draw of a breath
The uncertain thud of my heart .
Me In waves I wonder why.
Why should it be I?
I who caught the chill.
The dark death filled thrill of disease .
It’s Inevitability, my fragility.
This uncertain momentary me.
Between the telephone calls.
Between the doctors stalled look.
Between the jagged stabs of self inflicted pity.
I wonder-where my soul
Will go, when my body
Turns the key
Turns away from life to die.
To let me go
To let me fly
To let infinity fill the view
To touch the eternity I once knew.
Loved shared laughed and grew.
From a lad from the family that made so glad, happy too.
Those days abundant care filled free.
Returns the chill to the now, of me.
Imminent this immortality.
Liam December 2017
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