Poems 2

~A Long Time Coming~

A love of love is no cure for our pains
hands out-stretched
two hearts in tune
is by far the best cure

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~Unwanted Child~

Treasure was found by the seaside boy
in soft waves just below the pier
sifting damp sand with blackened fingers
he stuffed his real jewels away

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Hopping home in between the punters
his cache of solid gold rattled
he was rich now richer than a star
and he'd never cry again

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Bitten nails, a little while later, fingered his almighty find
shards of azure glass and globes of brassy bronze
fed the seaside boys mind
slices of rocks and glitterball shells
took away his common-place
and with all this wealth and with all this authority
he'd be a pocket-sized King

Kings don't get booted from the hearth.


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