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Poetry and Free Verse Part F
Written works copyright © 1986-2022 Paul Huxham. All rights reserved.
  • Blue flowers
    Blue flowers - Copyright © Paul Huxham
    Bright blue flowers in the vase on the desk remind me of you.
    The photograph taken now stands silent, laughter and merriment long gone.
    An emptiness in the room catches my breath.
    Turning withheld grief to tears.

    Lying on our bed in the dark I am surrounded in deep blue light.
    Remember our past then leave us behind, step forward into life.
    Once with you my life began.
    Now it has again.
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  • Down by the sea
    Down by the sea - Copyright © Paul Huxham
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    I found my love many years ago
    and to her I gave all I own.
    It was down by the sea
    when she said to me,
    "Out there I think I should go".

    I looked in her eyes
    and she gave all she could
    in the form of love and care.
    And in the time I spent with her,
    we were everywhere.

    It was the way that she said
    and all that she did
    that convinced me her time had come.
    The way that I felt
    and the things that I knew
    told me, she had to go.

    She is bright and she is beautiful,
    lovely I would say.
    I would like to have her with me
    each and every day.

    "Oh why, oh why", I sat and cried
    until I could cry no more.
    And in the morning light I saw
    she was standing by the door.
    And I knew I would see her no more.

    It was the way that she said
    and all that she did
    that convinced me her time had come.
    The way that I felt
    and the things that I knew
    told me, she had to go.

    I touched her hand
    and she reached out
    to tell me what I knew.
    And I kissed her,
    down by the sea.
  • Fabrication
    Fabrication - Copyright © Paul Huxham
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    All these words and symbols mean nothing when I look at you.
    They cannot even start to describe what I feel.
    I don't know why I just can't say what I want to.

    Instead, I bandy these words around to create an impression.
    It would be easier if I could see you face to face
    and tell you I love you.
  • For peace of mind
    For peace of mind - Copyright © Paul Huxham
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    Sometimes I lie in wonder
    at what makes the world go round.
    The clear blue sky and mountains
    or raindrops falling down.

    The time is very precious
    on occasions that we meet.
    I know I ask too much of you;
    But this friendship can we keep.

    It's just that I can't seem to find
    someone who is like you..

    What you feel thats what I'm trying to find;
    For peace of mind.

    It's not the light thats falling
    on your face and on your hair,
    the reflection in your eyes
    of my tears as they slide,
    your feelings reaching out
    to slow tha pain and despair.
    But the fact that you listen,
    shows that you care.

    It's just that I can't seem to find
    someone who is like you..

    What you feel thats what I'm trying to find;
    For peace of mind.
  • Time to die
    Time to die - Copyright © Paul Huxham
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    How bleak the future is viewed from afar;
    Yet up close I appear sane.
    Behind my eyes, a log jam of fears and memories;
    a list of never ending pain.

    Time cannot measure the amount of thought behind my termination.
    And yet, knowing death like a brother
    I feel a comfort associated with many moments of bliss:
    eating chocolate rum cake,
    sleeping in on Monday mornings,
    holding a lover close in my arms.

    I will miss my life and the people I once knew.
    Starting again is the only way
    to cleanse my mind of the embedded madness,
    to spare others the pain of my presence.

    My destiny is beyond this plane of being:
    Into the sun and higher I must fly.
    Time to die.

All free verse and poetry are works of fiction. Any similarities to people, places or scenarios in real life is pure coincidence and the works do not reflect any form of reality.