when I first witnessed love
Author Archives: Parisian Poetry
Garden of England
I saw love in other’s eyes Dancing figures under silhouetted skies Clutching to one another In this garden of England Travelled on buses wearing overcoats Stapled on a pin badge of The Stones Sixteen years old and a first romance Learning to drive – I got a second chance Laughing around the park after darkContinue reading “Garden of England”
Mind the Gap
In London Town Where the spirals swirl all around The underground hums with mechanical life Like endless spirits into flight Where countless people Are countlessly busy In this bricked and high rise city by Samuel Fawcett
Whitlock’s End
I met an old friend in Whitlock’s End who was all but on the mend. He had been fighting night and day: over the hills, and far away, from the silent night and bloody hill, he had returned to the ruddy mill. Swapped his musket for a bucket, his bayonet for a scythe. All forContinue reading “Whitlock’s End”
being
When you want things to beWhere you want them toBut nothing quite fitsNot a moment passes by when you need a liftBe the one to set me freeIn sweet release of ecstasyForever through my mindAn essence of all timeSpace passes by but no one can see past youYour eyes, so sweet and thoughts so pureHeavenContinue reading “being”
When I Fell in Love Again
When I fell in love again In the bleakness of disguise Shrouding me in what I once despised Feeling like I’m back in time again When all those memories were spent Rainy nights and walks from college Life was simpler in the warmth of youth a semblance of discarded truth what was once spirited awayContinue reading “When I Fell in Love Again”
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