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POETRY
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POETRY
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R.G.Kirk
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CONTENTS
THE TIDE COMES IN AT NOON
A JASMINE BEE
WHISPER
THE SCHOOL
IF A NATURALIST BECOMES A SOLDIER
LEAVES
DICE
LIKE SWINE
MARVEL OF THE SELF
LOVE POTION
AND THERE IT WAS
BEHAVIOR
PEARLS ( Peach Julep )
I AM BUT LIKE A LEAF
DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY DEAR
OH SOUL
TOMORROW
MILKY MOUNTAINS AMONGST THICKET FORESTS
LOOK THERE IS A LIFE
ELOQUENCE
THE TIDE COMES IN AT NOONThe tide comes in at noon
And the sand, it will displace
On the horizon does it loom.
Stars, and Moon does illumine
Oceans and clouds give chase
The tide comes in at noon.
Flowers will begin to bloom
When spring shows its face
On the horizon does it loom.
Life dancing in the womb
Does Mother Earth embrace
The tide comes in at noon.
Soon death will all but consume
And leave nothing from its grace
On the horizon does it loom.
Ode to life, written on it’s tomb
Buried at its new birth place
The tide comes in at noon
On the horizon does it loom.
A JASMINE BEEA crimson Dove
Comes to me,
A jasmine Bee
Comes to you.
The peace she brings
With an Olive branch
The nectar he sings
When he does his dance.
WHISPERSing a song of a whisper
A whispering sing-a-long,
I wished now that I’d kissed her
As we sang, that whispering song,
Play that tune, with a whisper
Missed her.
THE SCHOOLAll things must change
But God is there, to the last
The things learnt on Earth
One day, will come to worth.
IF A NATURALIST BECOMES A SOLDIERCatch a Green Grasshopper
Make sure, it’s not a camouflaged-chopper
Or you’ll cut your hand in Two,
And there will be pieces for the Dogs to chew.
LEAVESCome out of serene scenes
Leaps out of dreams like these
Such stuff is made of dreams
Woven into the scheme of things.
DICETo live a life
Is not to have lived, One Twice
To live a life Twice
Is not to have lived, One Once
Throw the dice.
LIKE SWINEYour money, is your money
And mine is mine,
Why is it?
We have to live,
Like swine!
MARVEL OF THE SELFYou can take me, to the edge of the sea
And make me walk, The forests of Green
And I,ll sit you up on the tallest of trees
And you’ll see the vast plains where you’ve been.
And if you do not wonder, by the marvel of your self
At the depths of your deep Blue Ocean
And see the vast Pearl Oyster of your wealth
Then what on Earth, have you set in motion.
LOVE POTIONLove, Love is an emotion
A wonder in its own self
Like some magical potion
Mixed up by an ageless Elf.
AND THERE IT WASAnd there it was ,
Shinning in my eyes, of Almond
Sky whipped Blue, with a dash of Sue
In my mind, long trailed thoughts
On, and on in my cries
Of desperate storms in a tea cup
That was foretold by destiny
Which begs on my door of
Answers, that are never told
By the One knocking.
And there it is,
Blinding my eyes, of scorched Almond:
Night dipped true, with a dash of you
In my find, wrong hailed sorts
Of loud cries, that triggered
A new way of knocking
Answers, that hold
A new way of thinking
And there it was,
A new way of living.
BEHAVIORIf I were to throw away my clothes
And become like the beasts of the wild
And leave behind all my sorrows and woes
This kind of behavior, is rather mild.
PEARLS ( Peach Julep )
Vermilion dawn
Aurora sworn in
A Bronze gilded halo of Hawks
To meet in the Golden garden of senses
Where the Jasper river does fork.
We'll drink, excite, evoke and dine
On a very serene musing Julep
Rud Raspberry, and a sweet sweet Tulip
Reaches scenes, Nectarine Peach in your mind.
There you’ll dive deep, obtain and meet
Your inner most sugary sane secrets
That swim in a vespers verse of Violet
Beehive Moons, raining twinkling trinkets.
That swirl in a ripple of curls
Apricot kernels floating to the top
Of your mind, that cries a plural tear drop
That flows through, and become Pearls.
I AM BUT LIKE A LEAFLike a Leaf
I too
Will fall to the ground
And be mulched
With the soil.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY DEARMandolin of stringed Black and White TV
Candelabras of light wooden windows
Chairs in woven Persian rugs
Typewriter of a type that’s frozen.
Books, binding the written pages
Of words that speak into the air
That you’ve never been able to bind and see
Because of the sodden Olden Hallows.
That rapture with the Old taunty mugs
Because they were not wisely chosen
From the pages of haunty by gone ages
Do you understand my dear?.
Strange land, really don’t care
Black sand, Canary Birds in cages
Nor about the sacks she’s woven
You only sleep with Jacks bed bugs
And keep strange weird bed fellows
And you never cared if there were Three
Do you understand my dear?.
I’d cry a loud cry of a whimp
Whined and barked the truth
You’d sleep with Jacks Old taunty mugs
And cry out foul, now that’s uncouth.
OH SOULBODY AND SOUL
Oh, Soul, aching, reaping, waiting for a time
When a Suzerain Timelord, might chime
Hiss Orris Time-piece, and set thy Soul free
To eventually end up in a myriad eternity
A Lilac lamp, shines, waiting for thee.
EARTH AND BODY
Three days after Lammas was born to thee
Earth laden misty fair, Tullurian am I
Of a nature, lifeless, in decline, ready to diminish
The lamp, that awaits the sublime entrance
Of what lasting vestige, shall my Soul leave to thee?
HEAVEN AND EARTH
A eminent solemn entrance, was as foretold
Ethereal waters, Cherubic Angels divine behold
Oh Diamond firmament of celestial Sky
Of this does the Lilac lamp, testify
A prose of ashes Terrene, have I left for thee.
TOMORROWAnd I'm alive
Alive Today
But tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day.
MILKY MOUNTAINS AMONGST THICKET FORESTS ( Lofty
ideas within the dull of the mind )
The Sky was high above
White mosaic of clouds.
When Milky Mountains spake
Words with meekness.
Wings flew fast
Bristling the wind
Amongst a myriad of
Ripened Trees, with tallness.
I lay, listing to the wind
Only a stream cracked the sound
The hustle of the Leaves
Strewn about rocks and ground.
I lay, with a morsel of words
As I listened to the meandering
Words of a mute,
He spake so finely.
Come, come with me,” said he "
Come and see, what might be
You only have to climb this
Mountain.
Such an easy task, "said I"
For you are One with out
A sound
But I
I haven't yet learnt the art
Of the mind.
LOOK THERE IS A LIFELook there is a life-a life to be had
And another One that's rather sad
Dancing through-the revolving doors of Time
Drinking -a fine -tumbleweed Red wine
How is it that you trod this path?
With the Nightingale-your other half!
How is it that walk so alone?
For centuries, and centuries you roam
You must of tried everything by now!
Even a Brown eyed Cow
The thirst that your heart endures
Captured by Time and Space that lures
Your very existence to that place
Where you can see you-Face to Face.
ELOQUENCEEloquence of love, where have you been?
Strutting alone on a maidenship fair
Ive looked for you, no where to be seen
But someone found you, in a Green eyed stare
Swans sleep tonight, on a song from Beethoven
Oaks weep beyond, the White lily streams
To the unheard sounds, that are timely woven
Of the woods, that are made into great splendid beams.
Poetry By R.G.KirkCOPYRIGHT © 2012
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