POETRY

R.G.KirkR.G.Kirk

POETRY

BY

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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