Adam Lally Poems

The pavements of grey ray rue
under the feet of slender men
with their brightest raiment
parading the inane post
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Come lay your body under this tree
we will build a fire of mane and clove
that shall shine upon us like a marquee
its glowing tint with our skin bestowed
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I was told her name was Jane
she stumbled like a seasick sailor
crashing through the gates she came
with her lily white cheeks growing paler
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I remember you
vague mellow memories
the faint whispers of my heart
and in the great glade of my mind
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Face the class
your grade is at stake

your frail hands sh-sh-sh-shake
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As the news spreads the blues
like loci down lonely avenues
sad patients in the gambling hall
whistling till their pennies are small
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A romantic walk in central park
on a autumn evening with leaves of brown
swaying under the crescent moon's spark
feeling blissful and acting like a clown
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You dream of the daughter of the sire
is it hope or is it desire?
Will she cast you into the pit afire
where only the fools who fall too
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Hiding behind the walls of feigned love
you were quick to disown me
With all my dreams held within the dove
of your ghost beneath the apple tree
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Simple,
it is that I write
to you, I see so bright
cliché, it may
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